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girl-named-matty · 10 days ago

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My last paper - Matty Ambrose

synopsis ✧ Matty is closing in on her final year of Hogwarts. For her last assignment in Professor Weasley's class, she's been asked to write a paper about herself. It can be anything as long as it has something to do with her. So without spilling all the secrets of her diary, she jots down some of the most important things in her life.

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a/n ✧ This is my entry for the HL edition of my November writing prompts. Week one "Backstory". Hope you all enjoy!

"Well, this is my last paper I’ll ever write for school.

Three years have gone by all too fast. I’m in my last week of school at Hogwarts. For our last assignment, Professor Weasley asked us to write a paper on ourselves. About things we know, we remember, etc.… So really, just about anything as long as it was about us.

She said it was a good way to reflect on our past before we step into adulthood and the real world. And it’s just for us; we don’t have to show anybody if we don’t want to. I’ll probably have to stop a few times during this paper to go cry my eyes out, but who knows?

Hello, I am Matthew Loraine Ambrose. Yep, my name is Matthew, and I really like the name, to be honest. Although I’ve gone by “Matty” my whole entire life, if you call me Matthew, I’ll probably be terrified of you for a few moments since the only time someone uses my real name is my parents when they’re upset at me—which doesn’t happen often. But just be warned.

I was named after my paternal grandfather. My grandfather Matthew. I never met him, as he died before I was born. But after his death, my Da always swore he’d name his first child after his father.

Well, I’m the first and only child in my family, so I was the one that ended up with the name. I’d get teased for it whenever someone found out it was my real name, but honestly, I don’t care much. I think it’s a good way to honor the family member I never got to meet.

I was born in Dublin, Ireland, on April 26th, 1875. I grew up right beside my mother's side of the family—we lived right next to each other as neighbors. So I grew up surrounded by my aunts, uncles, cousins, and my mother's parents. It was the best start to my childhood that I could ever ask for. Near the people I loved the most who I knew loved me.

I often remember visiting my Nana and Granda’s house, sitting around their big stone fireplace with my cousins. I spent every Christmas there.

As for my grandmother, my parents and I tried to visit her as much as we could. She lived a bit away from Dublin, in Carlingford, Ireland. It was only her living in that little old house. I could tell she was lonely since my grandfather passed, but she always had the biggest smile on her face. Eventually, she did actually end up leaving Carlingford to come live with my mum’s side of the family.

My Mum and Da grew up together, so naturally, the families knew each other. Grandfather and Grandmother only left Dublin after my Da was grown and married. So it was no surprise that after she was left alone, she moved back. Both sides of my family are close, so they see each other as family blood related or not. I miss them a lot ever since leaving Ireland.

As for my friends, growing up, I had a really good friend named Declan. His family lived near mine, and he was always obsessed with my Granda’s boat—which is how we met. He wanted to grow up and become a sailor. Almost eighteen years later, I was told he finally did become one, and he’s somewhere out there on the ocean.

Declan and I did almost everything together. He was a bit of a delinquent, to be honest, but he was fun, and my parents thought he was a good kid, just a little misguided. Apparently he liked me at the time, and looking back, I probably liked him too. But we were just too young to understand what that was. I’m sure he’ll meet some wonderful person out there who’s capable of handling his personality, if you understand what I mean, of course.

He had brown hair that was always messy. I don’t think I remember a single time it looked neat. He had freckles all over his face. And for some reason, his appearance said a lot about him.

(At this point in my paper, I had stopped to show it to my best friend Hope. She told me I had a “type” in men, and I think that was just her way of calling Sebastian a delinquent. Should I be offended?)

Anyway, I still consider him to be my first best friend. We had a lot of good times together. I do hope he’s doing well out there.

My Da is a carpenter, and he likes to “invent” (as he calls it) all these little trinkets and things. He’s quite the intelligent man, really, and they are honestly quite useful. But his main job is carpentry. When I was seven, my Da and his business partner, Mr. Athy, wanted to expand their business opportunities. That ended up in them deciding that London would be the best place for them to go.

The business move was sponsored by Mr. Athy’s aunt, Alice Hammond, who lived in London. To be honest, she’s the scariest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. The business was dependent on her for the first two years but eventually broke out of that, and it's very successful now. Mrs. Hammond still seems entitled to our lives though—I don’t think that’s something we’ll ever escape.

Moving to London was quite hard. I spoke English, so that was no problem. But I still had a thick accent and hadn’t yet adapted to the area around me. Not to mention—being from Ireland—I wasn’t exactly sure how people would treat us.

We moved in next to a family of the name McGowan, and they came over to meet us that same day. They had a daughter my age, Hope (who I mentioned earlier). When we first met, she could hardly understand what I was saying because of my accent, yet she took the time to listen to me anyway. From that day on, we were best friends.

Ironically, I ended up finding out my best friend was a witch only because we bumped into each other on the first day of school when I finally attended Hogwarts. I had always found it quite weird how she went off to a school miles away for several months every year, but I never questioned it. Then I found myself at the same school years later. It was surprising, to say the least. Especially because I had no knowledge of the wizarding world until I was fifteen years old.

While in London, I also made friends with two girls named Eugenia and Nora. They are two of my close friends from home. All of these people in my life have helped me shape into the person I am today.

When I was fifteen, a man of the name Eleazar Fig showed up at my doorstep. I was terrified, to say the least. I had found the acceptance letter mere moments before he knocked on the door to my house—I freaked out mentally. I didn’t know how my parents would react. He was already inside by the time I had gathered my senses.

But my parents didn’t freak out; in fact, they were extremely supportive of me. It was surprising, that’s for sure, but truly they wanted me to do what made me happy.

I stayed in London for one more month while Professor Fig mentored me and taught me the basics of the Wizarding World and the magic therein. I love reading, but I don’t think I’ve ever read so many books in one month before then—it was a lot.

Then it came time for me to actually go to Hogwarts. Usually, students go on this train called “The Hogwarts Express,” however, Fig and I—and a friend of his, George Osric—traveled by flying carriage. Now that was an experience for sure. Long story short, I could definitely see Thestrals by the time we made it to the school.

The first day brought a lot of change in my life—most of it I wasn’t expecting, or at least thinking that it’d make that big of an impact on my life. I met many wonderful people, but just to name a few—

I met a boy named Sebastian Sallow, and the first thing I ever did was beat him in a duel. He’s now my boyfriend of almost two years, and we’re planning on getting married whenever the opportunity shows itself. I met a boy named Garreth in my common room. He was a bit silly to me at first, but now he’s dating my best friend. I’m hoping the safe side of his creative genius will rub off on their kids.

I met my dormmates, Nellie and Natty. Those two girls have helped me through more than they think. I could always go to them if I needed. And as I mentioned earlier, I bumped into my best friend that day as well.

Soon after, I met Esme, who has taught me a lot in the three years I’ve known her. Ominis, who has had the hardest life out of us all and yet still cares so much about others. He was a bit intimidating at first—after all, the first time I met him, he was yelling at me, but he was sweet after I got to know him for a bit. And if I remember correctly—Esme was yelling too. But she was yelling at Sebastian for stealing her diary. I suppose those two really are a match made in heaven.

Other friends I met are Leander, Amit, Zerena, Poppy, Cressida, Adelaide, and even a girl named Imelda, who I honestly clashed with for a while, but we’re surprisingly good friends now. She started respecting me only after I became Gryffindor’s Quidditch Captain, and honestly, I’m not even mad for it taking that long. It’s just cool that I’ve earned that.

It’d take all the paper in Hogwarts for me to write down every friend I’ve made and their impact on my life, so I’ll try to keep this brief. But truly, I think coming here has been the best decision ever. My mentor and professor, Eleazar Fig, unfortunately passed away before the end of my starting year here. That hit me harder than anything, but his death encouraged me to keep going even after he was no longer here. He wished for me to do so to make sure that Hogwarts was protected, so I did just that.

Many of the other professors here have taught me many wonderful things and important life lessons. I truly believe each and every one of them cherishes their jobs and their students (well, maybe besides Professor Black, but that’s a different discussion), and that’s what makes the school how it is.

In summary, the past three years were crazy. I went from some random girl in London who didn’t know what she wanted in her life to the “Hero of Hogwarts,” who knew exactly what she wanted to do and pursue.

I fought and defeated Ranrok, Rookwood, and Harlow all in one year—not to mention the countless other things I was doing for other people. My sixth year at Hogwarts consisted of me doing mass research of Isidora Morganach after meeting her last descendant, which was crazy even of itself, and then I was betrayed by that descendant later that same year. What a time to be alive.

This year has arguably been the craziest year of my life. I used to think not much could compete with my fifth year, but I guess the universe decided to take that as a challenge. Because of Apollo opening the repository and trying to kill me—it left me with no choice but to take the magic myself to ensure that it was kept in good hands. I’d do whatever needed to be done in order to keep it safe.

I unfortunately got the blunt end of it—nightmares, sickness, insomnia, exhaustion, and so much more. And at points in time, I didn’t even have control over my own body, which led to “me” doing some horrible things.

I faced off with a psychopathic escapee from Azkaban whose only mission in life was to kill me—basically, her interesting "lover" second in command who pretended to be my professor, two of Ominis’ older brothers—one who blackmailed me into helping him put the other into prison and the other who was working with Leona (the psychopathic Azkaban escapee) who was also trying to kill me.

So, pretty much everybody had it out for me this year. Yet miraculously, I’m alive.

But regardless of how many things happened this year, good was still present. My relationship with Sebastian has never been stronger. I truly want to spend the rest of my life with this man. He spends every day of his life getting better, making up for his past, and setting up for a good future. My friendship with many others is very strong too, especially those who were by my side all year.

Anne—Sebastian’s sister, who has been cursed for many years now—was finally cured. She’s still recovering, as the cure was only a reversal of the curse, but she’s doing much better. She’s happy now, a smile on her face almost all the time. I never realized just how much she and Sebastian looked alike until recently.

Oh, I—and the both of them—met their aunt. Yes, the one everybody thought was dead. Even through all the crazy things that happened to me this year, I still think that’s the craziest.

I feel like I’m dragging on here, but this paper hardly captures just everything that’s happened in my life—mainly in the past three years. Luckily, I have diaries for that.

But in conclusion, no matter how hard it’s been, coming to Hogwarts has been the best decision I’ve ever made. I’ve learned so much, met lifelong friends, met my future husband, and already have my future career set up for me. It’s bittersweet to say goodbye, especially since I only got to spend three years here instead of the usual seven, but nonetheless, I’m lucky that I made it.

I’m a better person than I was then. I’ve saved lives, helped others, and now that’s my mission in life. To continue to help others with the gift I have. Professor Fig once told me that this magic just doesn’t come to anybody who wants it and that it's given to those who will do good with it. He pretty much gave me an assignment for life right then and there, and I took it up.

Even if life is hard and sometimes it feels like I want to give up, I know that it was all worth it to keep trying.

And regardless of all the things I’ve gone through, at least my kids will think I’m cool. :)"

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 1 year ago

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Moonlit Affection

Pairing: Remus Lupin x Malfoy!Reader

Warnings: age gap (age of reader is 18), some minor inaccuracies concerning timeline

Words: 3500

The harbingers of death. Their cloaked figures approach you yet you knew the faces behind the Death Eater masks.

Many were hailed from the most influential wizarding families; the most pure.

You lost count of how many were crammed into that long room. They immersed themselves with the shadows and confused you.

Some had their claws digging into your younger brother’s shoulders and arms, holding him down as he squirmed through discomfort and pain. Behind him was the triumphantly crooked grin of the Dark Lord himself as he praises Draco. The Dark Mark branded on his forearm, Draco’s gray eyes host tears of his unvoiced anguish. Devastation lined every inch of what once was such a youthful face.

You didn’t have to be a Legilimens to hear the thought that Draco was screaming at you as his eyes were round with horror, trained on you.

Run.

Save yourself.

There doesn’t need to be two sacrificial lambs.

Voldemort would not be satisfied with only one Malfoy sibling though.

He wanted both of you under his control.

You swat at what few hands grip into your clothes, attempting to pull you closer into the swarm.

If you had been smaller, you would have run into the safe arms of your mother. She’d always kept you safe.

When you turn, a plead heavy in your mouth, you lose all hope. She couldn’t help you nor could your father. But her eyes screamed the same thing Draco’s did:

Run

When the first safe place you could come up with popped into your head, you fled with your wand and a bag of Floo Powder. At the nearest, accessible fireplace, you dive in and let loose the powder as you say clearly where you desired to go.

A Few Months Later

You’re jostled awake by Molly screaming throughout the Burrow for everyone to get their butts up.

Taking a few moments to wake your brain up, you kick off your blankets off of you. You psych yourself up for the triathlon you had grown so accustomed to since leaving Malfoy Manor.

You booked it out of the attic and down the stairs, pushing pass Ron very easily but running into trouble when Ginny bumps into you and throws you off your balance with a wicked grin.

Didn’t matter who beat who to the breakfast table because Fleur and Bill were already seated. Bill was piling on his plate all that constituted a proper breakfast for a blossoming werewolf. Arthur Weasley has his newspaper propped open, making quiet comments to himself here and there. Fred and George who’d been visiting for a few weeks now make it a point to get their hands on as much food as possible so that there was none left for you or their actual siblings.

Outside the windows was a winter wonderland. Not even the garden gnomes dared to come out.

While Christmas morning would be spent at the Weasley’s, dinner was to be had at the former home of Sirius Black, Grimmauld Place. After his death, it had been passed down to Harry Potter, his godson.

Now how exactly had a Malfoy ended up so close to the Golden Trio? When Umbridge was ruling Hogwarts in the absence of Dumbledore, you’d become somewhat of a mentor and friend to not just the Trio, but all their friends as well. In a way, you protected them against your younger brother who’d become a tyrant helping the wretched witch in pink. While you weren’t always able to get them out of trouble, you did your best while also pretending to be the perfect pure blood everyone expected you to be.

When they learned of your self-exile from the Malfoy family, that made you even more amazing in their eyes.

You missed your family, despite how wretched their alliance to the Dark Lord was.

Harry and the others rallied around you. Their support and love reduced your homesickness though you knew it would never really go away. Not when you feared for all of them. Draco and Narcissa knew yet it was too late. If they didn’t abide Voldemort’s every whim, they would be killed but not before the Dark Lord tortured them until their minds were fractured.

Molly beams at you as she’s placing more food on the table for the three stragglers. “Merry Christmas (y/n)!”

Needless to say, your mornings started off great when Molly Weasley was there. “Marry Christmas Molly.” You pull up a chair and a clean plate is magically rolled over to you. Not wanting to get left behind, you start to place food onto it’s surface. The spread on the table was absolutely magnificent.

Even though room was tight and elbows nudged against your sides, it was already looking to be one of your favorite Christmases. At Malfoy Manor, your dining table was so long that sometimes you had to raise your voice a bit if you wanted to say something.

The conversations were filled with laughter opposed to the mutters of conspiracies and duties.

Presents were carefully packed away in Molly’s bag. She’d be the first to go through the Floo Powder. Everyone waited for their turn, Ron and Ginny especially excited to see Harry and Hermione. Christmas at 22 Grimmauld Place were always festive. This would be your first.

Once you pass through to the other end, you shake yourself off just before Hermione is throwing her arms around you in a warm welcome. You giggle and wrap your own arms around her. She gives you an extra hard squeeze before releasing you. Her eyes examine you in that meticulous way they always do, ascertaining how you were feeling about the holiday.

A congenial smile easily graces your lips, especially when you see everyone else greeting one another in a warm embrace.

Including someone else you hadn’t expected to see. Your former DADA professor: Remus Lupin.

You reel back for a split second, composing yourself and attempting to keep your wits with you. Your secret shame had always been the crush you’d developed on your professor when he taught at Hogwarts for such a brief time. Comparing him to the boys of your own age, none of them could even begin to shine as bright as Remus Lupin.

The way he always dealt with everything with a level head and a calmness that was infectious. He had such a kind heart too. Different from the arrogant pure bloods in your house. Him being a werewolf never deterred your affections for him. Now it made you admire Professor Lupin even more. You too were now an outcast. A pariah. You understood how disconnected one could feel from the rest of the world.

Were it not for Harry and his friends, you’d be lost.

When Remus gets to you, he offers you an extra wide smile. “It’s nice to see you again, (y/n). I’m sorry to have heard of you and the rest of your family but I’m happy that you were able to get out while you did.”

You think back to your mother and brother. Still stuck and still serving the Dark Lord.

Lacking a response, Remus notices your sudden quietness and the scars on his face seem to soften as his eyes glow with empathy. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder and it takes everything in you not to burst into tears.

“You may not believe it now, but everything will be okay.” He whispers to you before the rest of the Weasley clan fills the living room of Grimmauld Place. Remus gives your shoulder one last squeeze that symbolizes his support and goes to greet the others.

Where his hand had been still radiated with his warmth. You focus on that to control your own cauldron of emotions.

Swallowing back the hard lump in your throat, you put on a smile as Harry goes up to you for a greeting.

Everyone emanated such joy around you. It made up for your own biological family.

The dining table was long and elegant, filled with silver saucers, beautiful china, and best of all succulent meat and potatoes. You’d sat between Harry and Hermione while Remus was right across from you. He seemed to take special care toward you, asking if you would like gravy or if you wanted a refill of your drink. Your eyes were constantly catching his when you were listening to someone else speak.

Maybe it was the wine that you were now able to consume thanks to your age, but every cell in you was buzzing and making your body warm up. Or maybe it was Hermione laughing and occasionally bumping against you.

Fred and George left early that night as they had to open up their shop the following morning to set up for their holiday sales.

The Golden Trio were sent to bed while the older crowed stayed up for more spirits in front of the fire.

In retrospect you should have been more conscience of your alcohol tolerance since you were much younger than the rest of your drinking partners.

By midnight, Molly and Arthur had passed out on the couch while Bill and Fleur had decided to retire half an hour ago. Fleur’s face, usually pale like porcelain, was flushed red from the drink and knew her limits. Bill helped her up the stairs. Possibly the first and last time you would ever see Fleur stumble and look anything but graceful.

Leaving just you and Remus lounging in front of the fireplace. He’d replaced your goblet of wine with a tall glass of water to save yourself from a gnarly hangover the following morning.

You’d drank some of it but set it aside, not wanting to loose this good buzz that had you relaxed next to your girlish crush. Drinking had at least made talking to him easier as both of you updated the other on your life since his time at Hogwarts.

The crackling of the grand fireplace was a soothing background noise as you and Remus relaxed in front of it, accompanied by the gentle snores that came from the slumbering Molly and Arthur.

From living with them, you experienced first hand ho warm love could be. You knew your parents loved each other, but their affections were given behind closed doors. The Weasley parents were never ashamed of embracing or kissing one another in front of you.

It did make you a bit envious but also gave you hope for your future; you wanted a love like their’s.

The thought of love has you overly aware of the man sitting next to you, how his scars are illuminated from the fire's flame. Soft brown eyes catch you admiring the bridge of his nose that a scar cuts through. His finely tapered jawline appeared to have just been shaved as there was a ghost of scruff on him.

Immediately you avert your gaze and awkwardly laugh out an apology.

"Something on my face?" Remus starts to pat down his features with his hand.

You giggle while shaking your head. "No. It's just. . . I don't think I've ever gotten to really look at your face before up close. You were always at the front of the room. Out of reach."

He smiles at your words and you notice him relax where he had frozen when he caught you staring at him. "Not much of a face to look at."

Puffing out a breath of air you disagree with his assessment. "I would beg to differ. It's a handsome face. Scars and all."

Definitely not a man your mother would choose for you. If was up to Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy, you would be married to the cream of the crop of the pureblood world. Someone others would immediately think was conveniently handsome.

Looks wasn't what had drawn you to Remus in the first place.

"Not that appearances matter." You mumble, now drunkenly voicing out your thoughts. "It was your heart, your humanity, that attracted me to you in the first place."

If you hadn't been preoccupied with your thoughts, you would have noticed Remus' eyes gawking at you, the drink slipping from his hand and almost spilling all of its contents onto his lap.

"Wh. . . What?"

"Hm? Oh don't be modest." Your head lolls on your shoulders, words flowed out of you with ease. "You must've known. . ."

"I had no idea."

"For a Slytherin who wasn't used to warmth, you were like sunshine." From the corner of your eye you observe him and the flush that had spread across his face that hadn't been there before. Not even when he was several drinks in. His side profile was visible to you as he stared intently into the fireplace, jaw clenching then unclenching as he struggled to come up with a proper reply.

"Sorry, is that weird?"

Remus shakes his head and finally tilts his face to look at you. "N-No. Not at all. It's normal I suppose. I just. . . Don't see the appeal. Why want an old man like me when you could have any young wizard of your age. . ."

That makes you snort. "Because wizards my age are twats." You feel success when he laughs at that. "And you're not an old man. Dumbledore was an old man. Not you."

There's a spell cast over the two of you as silence hangs over. You try and gauge what he's thinking from the depths of his eyes.

The kiss happened so fast that neither of you knew who initiated it. Naturally your lips fell upon the other's.

Sweet with the bitter hint of the wine you'd been sharing. Against your lips you felt the groove of a scar on his bottom lip as you move your head to deepen it.

His body trembles but he reciprocates, placing his hand on the side of your face in a cupping motion. Remus was tender with you, treating you like glass so that you wouldn't shatter from his touch. If he broke you though, you wouldn't mind in the least bit.

A loud snore from Arthur has both of you flinging away from one another with bruised lips and warm cheeks.

Remus is instantly on his feet, apologizing as he quickly leaves the room.

You stare at where he had once been. Alone and quickly filling with shame.

The following morning, you dread joining everyone in the dining room for breakfast.

Sleep had evaded you all through the night; haunted by the kiss you shared with Remus. In the moment, your heart had soared all the way to the heavens before crashing back down cruelly to earth.

It had been something you'd never thought would happen and when it did you were conflicted.

He had fled from you so fast.

By even muggle laws, you were of the age of consent so what the two of you had done wasn't necessarily wrong. But. . . you were starting to feel ashamed for it. Remus must have been creeped out since you were much younger than him. Matters weren't made better by the fact that you were a close friend of Harry's.

When your courage was finally gathered, you slip on your morning robe (courtesy of Molly) and head to the dining room. But just before you enter the dining room through it’s double doors, you hear voices coming from the sitting room where just last night you and Remus had shared a kiss.

You backpedal until you’re in front of the sitting room door which while not a double, was a rather large door. Twisting the knob in your hand you found everyone, including the two other couples that you had been drinking with last night looking rather harsh, attempting to produce what looked like a patronus charm. Wands were held out as thin, blue whisper stream out.

At the moment Remus was instructing Molly in how to produce the charm.

Already, the stag of Harry’s patronus was leaping around the room as Hermione’s otter swam through invisible water in a playful chase with Ron’s exuberant terrier.

Even Arthur was trying his hardest with his eyes squeezed closed and eyebrows scrunched together.

Harry spots you and grins with bright eyes. “(Y/n)!”

“Is Remus teaching Molly and Arthur the patronus charm?” At your voice, Remus jolts and turns. Hurt jabbed at you from the expression he shot you. You hate the way he looked at you now.

Almost clamming up from his reaction, Harry’s voice is something you anchor yourself to. “Yeah! You never know when it will be useful.”

“You know how to do the charm, don’t you?” Hermione puts her wand arm down.

That was a loaded question.

You used to able to perform a fully formed patronus. It used to be a black swan. Now though. . . you doubt you'd be able to conjure up a full bodied one. There were no happy memories for you to call upon.

Now you felt more uncomfortable than you had been as all eyes fell upon you.

Remus, never losing his kindness, walks around Molly and toward you. "Of course she does. All that is needed is the right memory."

Every memory with your family were dampened. There was nothing you could draw upon until you look to Remus' face for comfort. Nothing but encouragement beamed on his face as he nodded at you. The way his eyes glow remind you of last night.

You'd been happy in those split seconds where the two of you had been connected, even if it was brief and he had run off immediately after. It was the happiest you'd been in months.

Taking in a deep breath, you draw your wand from the sleeve of your robe and to the best of your abilities try to implant yourself once more in the memory of last night. The way Remus was so easy to talk to. You confessing your feelings. His lips pressed against your's. The taste of him. Your mind weaved it so beautifully in your head that you could even hear the cracking of logs in the fireplace.

The tip of your wand explodes with a pale blue, a creature with four legs leaps forth. Not at all your black swan.

A large wolf startles Ron's terrier as it comes into existence. Large and powerful.

Everyone stares in awe at the fine creature who turns it's head to look at you and Remus. It blinks slowly before padding over to your side. Even next to you it was ginormous and almost stood taller than you.

When the initial shock wore down, everyone decided to have their breakfast in the dining room. You and Remus were the last to leave and trailed behind.

Once everyone was out of earshot, Remus whispers "I thought your patronus was a black swan."

"It was." Without the burn of alcohol emboldening you, you blush feeling shy. "I. . . I don't know what happened. I didn't do anything out of the ordinary. The memory. . . well it could have been the memory I used."

"From last night?" Remus attempts to hide his own blush with his hand. At least you knew it had been on his mind too.

You nod. "It was the first time I'd been happy for quite a while."

Instead of heading to the doors of the sitting room, Remus turns back to the sofas and sits. His cheeks were still pink when he murmurs "I've heard that it's not uncommon for a patronus to change. It can change when a witch or wizard is going through life changes." He tries his best not to look at you when he adds "Like falling in love."

The change of your patronus to a wolf made sense now. It reflected your feelings for Remus.

You hesitantly sit next to him. "I'm sorry if this whole thing has made you uncomfortable."

He chuckles softly. "Don't be. To have a witch as beautiful and smart as you be in love with me. . . I must have done something right with my life then."

"Just being yourself was enough." The corner of your lip twitches up into a smile.

His features become serious for a moment. "I'm not the easiest person to love. Being a werewolf and all will ultimately make things difficult. Plus I'm quite older than you."

Nonchalantly you shrug. "I'm an expert at handling difficult things. Bill and Fleur make their relationship work. I believe you deserved to be loved whether it be by me or someone else, you should take the chance. As for your age, well, I've always been told that I act older than my age. It doesn't bother me one bit."

Remus' hand falls atop of your's. "You're fearless." His voice was filled with admiration that made your heart pick up speed.

Your smile grows. "I just know what I want. And I want you, Remus."

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regheart · 5 months ago

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What are your headcanons or thoughts on Remus and Lily’s friendship?

thank you for the ask!

remus and lily are in my top 5 favorite characters, i loved them and i love to put them together, but i also think they were never truly close to each other, or at least that's what canon points to

now, the reason why we even ask ourselves this questions is to read and write fanfiction. and i tend to see prequels, sequels and missing moments as fitting into somewhere in the range of "the most likely thing to happen under this circumstances" and "barely possible", the latter being often the more interesting choice, and if we have to read or write about it, we better make it interesting

so, a list of headcanons for remus and lily, not the most likely but the most fun:

lily got along with remus better than with any of the other boys during the first five years of school

they were very weird kids. before hogwarts, remus had no friends and lily's only friend was severus, making it that he had a very weak sense of normality and she had disproportional interest for the abnormal

muggle culture was shared common ground even if neither of them was too versed in it. they liked the beatles and western movies and christmas songs because that's what they had a home whenever they came back

i also suspect they'd both watch the odd episode of doctor who but i don't have any strong opinions because i've never seen a single episode

they did enjoy monty python's flying circus though

big readers, both of them. fairy tales, children's classics and as they grew up they would swap books and recommendations

later on, when the order had remus out for months and the potters went into hiding, they'd swap annotated books and leave their own commentary in the margins for the other one to read. they made through quite a list like that, james read only one book but it was don quixote

she was glad he was pointed out as prefect, even if it was just on the account of not giving james and sirius any institutional power

they argued together for the days they wanted to be free of prefect duties and never asked for the other's reason

they were very clever! steady, organized and hardworking, not necessarily like hermione, but they took value in studying magic because neither of them took it for granted and they felt genuine pleasure in learning

james&sirius and severus were obsessive creative forces and remus and lily balanced that out in a way, remus by directing focus to one task at a time and making sure it was recorded somewhere, lily by bringing out possible issues that sev overlooked when he went tunnel vision about anything

(severus was a good, practical potioneer, but lily had more whim. she recommended adding things that would correct the taste or the smell)

lily helped remus with his potions homework sometimes. not during class, because she and sev were in another world entirely and then remus didn't take newt level potions

in exchange he'd let her copy from his defense and history of magic notes when she didn't have the time to do it herself, the two subjects he did slightly better on

they sat next to each other, but in separate groups for herbology and would often gossip during class

lily had a grandmother in wales and remus' parents lived permanently there after he started school so they'd sometimes make small talk about beautiful or interesting places they'd seen

i like to think that at least once they took the same train home for whatever reason it was

the reason why lily was so dismissive of severus' theory of remus being a werewolf was because, having most of her views of wizarding world formed by him and then never facing that specific issue since the mainstream opinion was against werewolves, she thought remus didn't match the profile. when the time came that she had sufficient evidence, she questioned her views of werewolves and not her views of remus

once she and james were head girl and head boy they'd patrol the corridors with remus sometimes and the two of them would show her some of the secret passages they had found

the two of them and sirius read the newspaper cover to cover every morning and discussed it religiously (james only read the main story and the sports section, but he was somehow very aware of everything. he also trusted their opinions)

lily made sure remus ate well when he came back from the werewolf camps

she was his fiercest advocate in the order, even after he and sirius suspected each other

the first ones to laugh at peter's jokes

lily got a lot closer to sirius after she and james started to date, but she always that ease with being around remus. if he were asked, he'd list her as his best friend after the marauders, at any point in life

something they recognized about each other was fighting to choose kindness whenever they could

#asks #lily evans #remus lupin #headcanons #marauders era #platonic moonflower

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Christmas Miracles for Storybrooke Ch. 3 Happy Birthday, Emma

We’re back, y’all! In this chapter we time jump just a bit to Emma’s birthday in late October. Get ready for some seriously sweet, fluffy, and romantic moments in this chapter! Thank you so much for reading and I’d love to know what you think!

All the love and thanks yet again to my crew that helped get this fic out there! @jrob64 for her encouragement and beta services, @snowbellewells for brainstorming this fic with me last summer, @whimsicallyenchantedrose for answering all my Catholicism questions, and last but certainly not least @motherkatereloyshipper. She is responsible for the birthday edit in this chapters artwork as well as the manips of Emma, Killian, Ruby, Will, and Mother Superior I used in the artwork. Please go give her all the love for her fabulous work!! Thank you all so much, ladies!!!

Summary: Dr. Killian Jones has returned home to set up his medical practice where he is warmly greeted by the townsfolk, including a group of nuns who’d cared for him for a time when he was a boy and that he’d helped build a chapel for when he was in high school. When Killian discovers that in the last few years the sisters had taken in several children and teens, he agrees to build them a kindergarten so CPS won’t separate this found family at the end of the year. Will he be able to get it built in time? And what about Emma Swan, the pregnant teen he just hired as a triage nurse? What about these feelings he’s developing for her? Christmas is the season for miracles and Storybrooke may be in for a few of them.

Rating: T for mention of rape

Words: Just over 4k of approx 23,340

Tags: Inspired by Christmas Lilies of the Field, Mentions of Rape

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September and October flew by. Killian’s practice grew exponentially; so much so that he was having to open earlier in the morning and stay open later in the evenings to accommodate those seeking his services, not to mention the occasional visits to Miss Cora. Since the day he was there to take out the splinter, she’d been much more judicious in requesting his services, a fact that brought Killian profound relief. He just didn’t have the time to work at the clinic in town, work on the kindergarten, plus squeeze in a house call or two to the woman every week.

Construction on the kindergarten moved at a steady crawl, but a crawl is all it was. His hours at the office and the hour or two, at most, he was able to work on the kindergarten in the evenings before it became too dark to see were really taking their toll on him, but there was too much at stake for him to cut back. The only day he took off was Sunday because first, as a doctor, he knew he needed the rest. There was no way he was going to be able to maintain that pace without compromising his own health, and second, Mother Superior wouldn’t allow him to work on the kindergarten on the Lord’s Day.

But now October was drawing to a close and Emma’s eighteenth birthday arrived. Killian had been tasked with keeping her away from the mission until after the Thursday evening vespers when the nuns and the other children were ready to throw Emma a surprise party. The early freeze the area had experienced that month meant that all the cold weather illnesses were surging, so the evening of the party, Killian and Emma didn’t leave the office until well after dark.

“If you’ll allow me, Emma, I don’t feel right letting you walk back to the mission alone with as dark as it is…” he trailed away, rubbing behind his ear.

Emma couldn’t help her smile as she watched him. Whenever he got flustered and rubbed behind his ear like that, it released the butterflies that were never far off when she was with him. She’d been successful in hiding her attraction to him the last couple of months, but then when he did that, he was so painfully adorable that Emma had to fight to keep herself from flinging herself into his arms and kissing him madly.

“Would you mind walking me back?” she asked. She could see him blush under the streetlamp outside the office, but then he grinned widely and held his elbow out for her to take.

“I’d be happy to, Emma.” She looped her arm through his and bit her lower lip slightly to keep from smiling too big at his gesture.

“Such a gentleman,” she murmured.

He covered the hand that held on to him with his other hand and smiled genuinely down at her. “I’m always a gentleman, Emma,” he said, but then continued in a conspiratorial whisper, “Mother Superior would skin me alive otherwise.”

Emma could feel her cheeks heat and gave up trying to contain her smile. They walked down the street in companionable silence until Emma decided to speak to him about something she’d been thinking about since she started working for him.

“Can I ask you something, Killian?”

“I don’t know, can you?” he asked with a smirk. Emma smirked right back at him and rolled her eyes, immediately understanding the reference. Mother Superior was a stickler for using correct grammar in speech, and she never failed to correct when one of the kids asked if they could do something instead of if they may do something. Can was a question of ability, is one able to do something. May was asking permission.

“Yes, I can,” she said with a huff. “May I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

Emma took a deep breath and gathered her thoughts. She could feel Killian’s eyes on her and she tried to swallow her nervousness. Killian brought them to a stop under another streetlamp and turned to face her.

“You can talk to me about anything, Emma.”

She looked into his bottomless blue eyes and almost forgot what she wanted to ask him.

“You remember that day in your office? The first day you were open and the nuns brought all of us in?”

“Yes.”

“You said I’d make a fine nurse and Sister Astrid agreed and encouraged me to think about it.”

“I remember,” he acknowledged as they continued along the way.

“Well,” she said, still somewhat hesitantly, “I have been thinking about it and I think that might be something I’d like to do.”

“Really?” he asked, surprise evident in his voice. She couldn’t tell if it was from the statement itself or that she was sharing it with him in the first place. “Going to college and getting a degree in nursing? I think that’s a great idea, Emma.”

“Do you really think so?” She hated that she sounded so unsure of herself, but she respected Killian tremendously and wanted his honest opinion.

“No, I don’t think so,” he said, “I know so. You are a very smart and hard working young woman. I have no doubt you would succeed both in nursing school and as a nurse.”

Emma released a breath she didn’t realize she was even holding. Having his support meant the world to her and she wanted him to know it. She threw herself into his arms and hugged him tightly. It obviously surprised him and it took him a moment to reciprocate the hug. Was it too forward of her? Did she make him uncomfortable with her gratitude? But her misgivings melted away as he encircled her in his arms and held her just as tightly as she was holding him.

“Thank you,” she murmured, pulling away from him. “I can’t tell you what that means to me.” Killian stared into her eyes and Emma found herself lost in their cerulean depths once again. “I wouldn’t know where to begin,” she whispered, still entranced.

“You begin by researching nursing schools in the state,” he stated, decisively. “See if there are any online options. I’d hate to lose my nurse because she’s in school, and taking college classes as a new mom is going to be difficult, but you have a lot of people behind you, supporting you, cheering you on, ready to help with anything you need.” He paused for a moment, his gaze reaching into her very soul. “You can do this.”

They continued on their way. As Killian enumerated the obstacles she’d face in seeking a nursing degree, Emma felt the same kind of despair and hopelessness she had when she’d discovered she was pregnant. But then he reminded her of all the people she had around her now - her family. She was no longer alone. She felt her hope for the future soar.

“How would I pay for it?” The question hadn’t even occurred to her and she felt that hope deflate as quickly as it had formed.

“That’ll come later,” he assured her, patting her hand again where it rested on his arm. “There are plenty of options for funding an education. For the time being, you figure out where you want to go.”

She looked up and saw they’d arrived at the mission.

“I’m fine from here,” she said. “You don’t need to see me all the way to the door. You need to get home, too.” She looked into his eyes again and was a bit puzzled at the glee she found there as well as the smile that he was clearly trying to suppress.

“Nonsense, Emma,” he protested. “I’ve brought you this far, I can wait a few more minutes to head home after making sure you get inside safely.”

“Very well.” She took his arm again and they made their way into the compound and up the front steps of the house. Her heart beat faster as she turned to him. His close proximity and the fluttering of the butterflies inside her were wreaking havoc on her equilibrium. She’d gotten used to being this close to him in the office, working alongside him the past couple of months. With patients surrounding them, it was easy to maintain the friendly professionalism she needed every day. But now, the darkness surrounding them, the relative privacy they enjoyed, plus the intimacy of their conversation all served to heighten her awareness of just how attracted she was to the man standing before her. He was so much older than her, was more mature, had seen more of the world than she had, and was settling into a promising career, there was no way on God’s green earth that he’d ever be interested in someone like her. Eighteen years old and about to have a baby. He didn’t need that kind of complication in his life. But the way he treated her- with so much kindness and respect- plus the way she sometimes saw him looking at her, with such tenderness and affection, just made her melt inside and she couldn’t help but wonder…

“Why don’t you come in for some dinner?” she asked, knowing he hadn’t had anything since lunch, and that Mother Superior would have made sure enough food was left over for her to eat when she got home for the evening. At that moment, the front door swung open and the shout from within caused them both to jump.

“Surprise!”

Emma laughed with shocked delight and turned again to Killian, whose smile and dancing blue eyes told her unequivocally that he was an integral part of the surprise. She jumped into his arms again for a tight hug before she turned back to the door and to the people within the house. Dragging Killian along, she entered the house and took in the party balloons holding up a banner proclaiming “Happy Birthday Emma!” Hanging all around the birthday sentiments were several pictures the children had obviously painted, featuring handprints, fantastical realms, as well as a lovely picture of all the residents of the mission.

Tears filled her eyes as she knelt down to accept the hugs from the children who crowded around her shouting surprise and happy birthday at the top of their lungs. Everyone but Alice, of course, who still hadn’t spoken a word to anyone. But the happiness and love Emma saw in her eyes before accepting her hug was more than enough for her. She rose and hugged her friends and then the sisters before noticing the full spread set out for all of them. The sisters had obviously held the vespers a little early tonight instead of having dinner beforehand like they usually did. All of her favorites were there. How was she supposed to choose? Mother Superior’s grilled cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and onion rings, Sister Grace’s fried catfish, cole slaw, and hushpuppies, Sister Mercy’s spaghetti with meat sauce, garlic bread, and caesar salad, and finally Sister Astrid’s carrot cake with cream cheese icing. Emma’s mouth watered.

“You go first, Emma,” Roland cried, barely able to contain his excitement. “It’s your birthday!” Emma laughed as he jumped up and down like Buddy from the movie Elf. Killian picked the little boy up and sat him on his hip.

“You need to calm down, Roland,” he admonished him lightly. “You’ll knock all the food over. Then where would we be?”

“Hungry,” Grace deadpanned. The adults all laughed and lined up behind Emma and the children. Emma looked at all the delightful offerings and decided on sampling a little bit of everything.

Mother Superior invited Emma to sit at the center table with Killian and the other sisters since she was the guest of honor and was now officially an adult. She could feel her cheeks heat as Killian sat down next to her. He’d done the same thing she’d done by filling his plate with a little of everything. The only thing not on his plate were onion rings.

“No onion rings?!” she exclaimed, completely astonished. “How can you not eat Mother Superior’s onion rings?”

“Just like this,” he said as he took his first bite of food. Emma cut her eyes to Mother Superior whose eyes danced with barely restrained mirth.

Emma shrugged as she dug in as well. “Leaves more for me.” She picked up an onion ring, waved it in front of his face and then popped it in her mouth with a satisfied hum. A smug smile lifted her lips as she saw him watching her eat. She could see a subtle awareness whenever his eyes met hers as they continued their meal. An awareness that made her breath hitch and the butterflies flutter madly. She really, really liked him, but it felt like more than just a school girl crush. In the months they’d worked together, she’d seen him deal with people from all walks of life with integrity, respect, kindness, and a skill and compassion that she very much wanted to emulate. He was a good man, a hero in her eyes, and she knew she could trust him. She also knew she was in imminent danger of falling head over heels for him.

Everyone enjoyed the meal and had second and even third helpings, in some cases. Emma placed her hand on her tummy with a sigh of satisfaction. “I don’t think I could eat another bite.”

“You’d better,” Sister Astrid asserted, “because it’s time for cake!”

Emma’s heart threatened to explode when everyone broke into the familiar birthday song. “Make a wish! Make a wish!” cried Roland and Nicholas when they finished. Emma looked around the room at her friends, her family, the tears in her eyes making it hard to see.

“I couldn’t possibly wish for anything more than what I already have,” she said, her arms open wide to the children who all eagerly reciprocated her embrace. “But I will still blow out my candles.” She grinned and then turned to the cake and blew all the candles out on the first blow.

Once the cake and ice cream was finished off and everyone, except Emma, had pitched in with the cleanup, Mother Superior announced that it was time for presents. Emma felt her eyes fill with tears again at the pronouncement.

“More?” she cried, gathering Alice in her arms as the little girl brought a small pot of mums to her that she’d been nurturing from seeds the last few months. Tears spilled down Emma’s cheeks at the precious gift that she knew meant so much to the child. She was never without it, even holding onto it when she slept. “Thank you, Alice,” she murmured, still hugging her tightly. “I’ll take very good care of it.”

The other children had made or purchased small, thoughtful gifts for her, including a Big Sister keychain, and a small rectangular box for holding pens, pencils, and other odds and ends that she could take to the office.

The teens had made a digital photo album for her filled with pictures of life on the mission and the small town they all now called home. Emma couldn’t contain her tears once again as she flipped through the pages. There were pictures of all of the sisters, Emma helping with the children, the teens all being silly together, her first day at Killian’s office. Tearing her eyes away from the picture of her and Killian, she looked up at him and found his own eyes filled with tears as he looked at the picture before he caught her looking at him. He scratched behind his ear and cleared his throat before speaking.

“This is beautiful, Emma, y’all,” he said, addressing the other teens. Emma caught the eyes of the others and agreed.

“It is. Thank you so much, y’all.” Emma rose and gave hugs to everyone before turning to each of the sisters and hugging each one of them in turn. “Thank you for all this. It’s the best birthday I’ve ever had.”

“I’m sorry we couldn’t do more, Emma,” Mother Superior said, “but I’m very glad you enjoyed everything. Alright, children. It’s time for baths and bed.” A chorus of groans accompanied her announcement. Emma smiled indulgently at the children as they bid her goodnight. Once they’d been ushered out of the room and the others had all left to their evening routines after more hugs and birthday wishes, Emma saw Killian to the door and led him out onto the front porch.

“I have something for you, too, Emma,” he said, scratching behind his ear again. Emma gasped in surprise.

“You didn’t have to do that!” she exclaimed. It was all she could do to keep from swooning at his feet, but she managed to maintain her composure as he pulled a small box out of his pocket. Emma gasped again as she opened it to find a silver swan necklace with a perfect pearl forming the body of the swan.

“I know I didn’t have to,” he assured her, “I wanted to. I saw this in the window at the jewelers the other day and thought it was perfect for you. I thought it was everything you are- beautiful, graceful, strong.” He looked into her eyes and ran his knuckles down her cheek, “Priceless,” he whispered.

Emma was now in serious danger of her knees buckling at the tender affection and longing she saw reflected in his eyes. Was it possible? His gaze flicked to her mouth and Emma swayed toward him, placing her arms on his shoulders and drawing him close. His hands rested on her hips as, with the lightest of touches, he brushed his lips against hers. She tightened her arms around him and pulled him into a deeper kiss. She was utterly lost to the gentle pressure of his mouth on hers and when his tongue touched her lips, she eagerly opened for him.

It seemed only a moment later that she heard giggles from inside the house. They broke apart and could see Roland and Alice peeking through the curtain in Mother Superior’s bedroom.

“Aren’t you supposed to be getting your baths?” Killian admonished them with mock severity. He hadn’t removed his hands from her sides and she could see the affectionate smile he tried to hide at their interruption.

“Emma and Killian sittin’ in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G! First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes Killian with a baby carriage,” Roland sang before both children dissolved into howls of laughter.

“Go on now, the both of you,” he told them, sending them scurrying away from the window still laughing hysterically.

Emma could see that Killian’s face was as red as she was sure hers was. She could barely stand to look at him, too afraid of what she might find in his gaze. Did he regret their kiss? She certainly didn’t. Was he disgusted at what he perceived were her advances? Had she just torpedoed not only their friendship and working relationship, but also any chance of a future relationship with him?

He caught her eyes then and Emma’s breath hitched. Nothing she had feared colored his gaze, only a stunned amazement and wonder. She couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but wait for him to speak. Killian looked down and took her hands in his.

“This may be a bit forward of me, Emma,” he began, “but would you allow me to take you on a date?”

Emma caught her breath yet again. She couldn’t believe this was happening. “A date? With you?” she said, completely dumbfounded.

“Yes, with me,” he replied, with a boyish smirk.

Joy from the bottom of her heart bubbled up and Emma couldn’t contain her delighted smile. “Yes, Killian. I’d love to go on a date with you.”

“How about Sunday evening?”

“That would be fine.” Killian’s grin split his face and he leaned back in for another tender kiss. This time a strong kick from the baby separated them. Emma chuckled and rubbed her hand along the top of her swollen belly as Killian did the same.

“Alright, little one,” he said, “I’ll go now and let your mother rest.” He looked back up at her and held her gaze. “Goodnight, Emma. I’ll see you in the morning.” With a final kiss on her cheek, Killian turned and walked away.

“Goodnight, Killian.”

~*~*~

Killian scrubbed his hand down his face, wishing he didn’t have to make the call he knew he needed to. Progress was being made on the kindergarten but not enough. It was late October. The foundation had been poured, the exterior frame had been built and erected, and the roof put on. But that was all the progress that’d been made in six weeks of working alone. He needed help. Killian hoped he’d be able to talk to his brother and get enough help to meet the end of the year deadline.

“Liam?”

“Killian! It’s good to hear from you! How are you?” The delight in his brother’s voice made him smile but also had him scratching behind his ear in embarrassment at not being in touch sooner.

“I’m doing well, brother,” he said. “I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner. Getting the clinic up and going…”

“Pfft,” Liam interrupted. “You’ve been a little busy, brother. I understand. But I am glad to hear from you. How’s the practice going?”

“It’s going great,” Killian told him. “I’ve had to extend my hours, especially with cold and flu season cranking up. I’ve hired a receptionist and a nurse. Well, I say nurse…” he trailed away for a moment, feeling his cheeks heat as he thought about Emma. “She’s interested in going to nursing school, but right now, she just does triage and patient charts for me. But listen, I had a reason for calling. You remember the sisters we built the chapel for my senior year?”

“Yes,” he agreed, “Of course I do. Mother Superior never paid us for building it.”

Killian laughed good naturedly. “That was as much on us as her,” he explained. “We both left without any explanation or goodbye. She didn’t know how to find either of us. But listen, over the years, they’ve collected children and teens who have no home, but they have no place for them to stay. CPS has given them to the end of the year to get suitable lodgings built for them or they’ll be taking custody of the children and putting them all in foster care, separating them.”

“And I take it no one wants that.”

“You are correct, brother,” he agreed. “They’ve been sleeping in the barn, but they’re family. You should see them. They love each other so much. There’s five teenagers and five children. One of the teens is my nurse. She turned eighteen yesterday, and graduated high school last spring. Mother Superior asked me to build the kindergarten for them, but I’m not making enough progress on it to get it finished by the end of the year without some help. Is there any way you can help me? I’ve got all the materials we need, I just need some extra manpower. Mother Superior has agreed to pay for both the chapel and the kindergarten.”

“I’ve got a crew that’ll be finished with their project next week,” Liam told him. “Is that soon enough?”

Killian breathed a sigh of relief. “That will be great, brother. I cannot thank you enough.”

“How about hosting me as the project manager?”

Killian’s face broke out in a wide grin. “Really? Are you serious?”

“Of course I am, brother! I haven’t seen you in months and haven’t been back to Storybrooke in years. It’ll be nice to be back and see everyone.”

“That sounds great, Liam. I’d love to have you,” he assured him.

“That’s settled then,” Liam said. “I’ll head over next weekend, see how far you’ve gotten and get things ready for the crew to come on the first.”

“Perfect, Liam,” he said, unable to keep the relief out of his voice. “Thank you. I’ll see you next Saturday.”

“See you then.”

~*~*~

Thank you so much for reading and sharing! Next week, The Date!!!

#christmas miracles for storybrooke #krystal writes #art by krystal #manips by kit #inspired by christmas lilies of the field

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lovebeinaprincessworld · 2 years ago

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Challenging fate (Tom Riddle x reader)

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Chapter 8

Masterlist

Parts: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 Epilogue

Description: There were a lot of unexpected things happening the day of the Battle of Hogwarts. Being send back into the past to change the course of history was definitely one of them.

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It was finally time for you to go back to the future, you had talked to Dumbledore and all three of you decided that it would be best to wait until the Christmas holidays, so that there weren’t as many students present in the castle. All of you thought it best not to tell anyone you were going and instead letting Dumbledore make up some story about how you had to transfer to Ilvermorny. Both of you spent a little more time than usually with your respective friend groups in the last few weeks, but them not knowing you were leaving for good also made saying goodbye a lot easier, because all of your friends thought it’d be a goodbye until the next term, and so you were able to pull yourself together and not shed any tears (in their presence at least).

When the school was finally quiet and almost empty the next morning, you met Tom outside of Dumbledores office with your small suitcase and most importantly, the timeturner. Both of you were able to bring a few things that you deemed important to the future with you. Tom was already waiting for you when you arrived - five minutes late - and he was staring thoughtfully at the wall before noticing you.

“Good morning darling”, he smiled, but it was unconvincing. “Are you alright?”, you asked concerned and his smile fell a little. “Yes I am, I think I…might be a bit nervous”, he admitted and you were about to ask him if he was sure about this, when he interrupted you. “Yes I am sure”, he chuckled (just like the last couple times you were checking if he was still sure) and you were blushing. Why did he always know what you were thinking! “I’m glad”, you smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek, because you knew that eventhough there wasn’t really anybody here he wasn’t into pda.

You knocked on Dumbledore’s door and immediately heard him say “Come in!” from inside. Stepping into the office with your things and closing the door, the Professor magically locked it with one wisp of his wand. “Good Morning you two”, he greeted you, which you returned. “I hope you are ready, there is nothing else left to discuss”, he let you know and your heart beat faster. In a few moments you would see your sister again. You couldn’t fight of the smile.

You stepped close to Tom, pulling out the timeturner from under you school uniform and put the long chain around Tom’s neck aswell. “I will try to get you as close to your original departure time as possible, it might be a few hours later, as it is really hard to be accurate with this”, he explained starting to turn the timeturner. “Thank you Professor, for everything”, you said, tears welling up in your eyes but you pushed them down. “You are very welcome Miss Granger, I will see the two of you in 55 years”, he said with amusement in his voice and before you could answer he turned the golden piece of magic one last time and let go.

You quickly gripped Tom’s free hand and not a second too late, because the world around you went blurry as fast as the first time. But again, just as fast as it started it stopped and you were standing in the same office, but also not the same at all. “Hermione”, you chocked on her name, seeing her sitting on the couch in what was now McGonagalls office. She jumped to her feed immediately and you hurried to get the golden chain away from your neck and you fell into eachothers arms.

It felt like a lifetime since you had seen her, and for her it was probably just a few hours ago. Remembering there were three other people in the room you reluctantly pulled away from her and wiped away a few stray tears quickly before turning around and facing your two Professors. Professor Sprout looked at you proudly and pulled you into a hug too. “This is how we Hufflepuffs do it”, she said and let you go.

Proffesor McGonagall wasn’t looking at you though, but at something behind you. “Mister Riddle, is it?”, she asked and the other two women in the room seemed to notice the dark haired boy too now. “Professor McGonagall, is it? And you must be Professor Sprout, it is a pleasure to meet you both”, he answered with that polite smile you’ve seen him use to charm people, and normally that worked. But they usually also didn’t know that he was Voldemort in a different timeline. The effect it did have though, was that Sprout and McGonagall looked caught off guard by the fact he knew who they were. He of course knew who everyone was, having seen it in your mind a few weeks ago.

“Oh I can see how he did it”, Professor Sprout said to McGonagall and you had to suppress a giggle. Oh yes, he could be very charming, but you could tell that none of them even trusted him one bit. You understood them, of course you did, not that you didn’t trust him. You did a hundred percent, but you were his soulmate and that probably didn’t count.

“So you did it then?”, asked Hermione and looked at Tom curiously. Before you could say anything Professor McGonagall opened her mouth. “She was in fact successfull”, she stated and looked at the other two expectantly. Both of them just looked at her confused. “When I try to remember what happened the last few decades, I seem to have two different sets of memories”, she explained further and as she said that you realized that you did too.

There was one string of memories where Voldemort did exist like he did previously and one where he didn’t, the present we were currently in. Without having lived through it you knew that Harry’s parents were alive, that he had a younger brother and you also knew that Dumbledore was still alive and held the position as headmaster. Tom cleared his throat a little to get your attention back, you were seemingly just staring into space, going through your memories.

“This is so weird”, Hermione said and looked at you and you just nodded still not fully grasping the current reality. “This is how it was supposed to be though, all of us in here were supposed to remember what would have happened”, Professor McGonagall said and you remembered vaguely that she said something like that right before you departed.

“Considering I don’t hear any fighting going on outside anymore, I think we should probably head to Dumbledores office?”, you suggested, trying to get this weird and stiff situation moving. The other three women were silent for a minute, looking slightly overwhelmed by the memory that the Dumbledore in this timeline was still alive, when only a few hours ago he was dead.

“Yes I think that would be best”, Professor McGonagall cleared her throat and made her way over to the door, checking if there were any threatening noises to be heard outside. “You can leave your luggage in here”, she instructed you and - deeming it safe - lifted the charms on her office before opening the door. Hesitantly she stepped outside and signaled you to follow her, after looking both ways.

Professor McGonagall was leading you, Hermione on your right clutching your hand as if afraid you’d disappear again, and Tom on your left giving you and your sister space, knowing how much you missed her. Professor Sprout was walking behind you and looked behind her nervously every few seconds, maybe expecting a death eater to jump out behind an armour.

Nobody was speaking while you passed a few stray students on their way to dinner, the clock you passed a few corridors ago showing that it was seven fifty in the evening. For you that wasn’t such a foreign sight, having lived for about a year in a Hogwarts that wasn’t at war. But for them this looked drastically different to the way the school looked a few hours ago.

Finally arriving at the gargoyle McGonagall gave it the password without hesitation, knowing it in this timeline. You made your way up the stairs and in front of the office door McGonagall hesitated again, exchanging glances with Professor Sprout before knocking. “Come in”, answered Professor Dumbledores voice from inside. The three women gasped slightly, but McGonagall pushed through her shock and opened the door.

There at his desk sat Dumbledore, looking as calm and collected as ever, but considerably older than the one who sent you back not that long ago. “Ah I was wondering which time you would arrive today”, he smiled knowingly and gestured for you to sit infront of his desk, having summoned a few more chairs than normally. “Hello Professor”, you greeted him, guessing that the others needed a bit more time. “Evening Professor”, Tom greeted him too and gave him a small smile. “It is good to see you two again, it feels like yesterday that we saw eachother last”, he chuckled with a twinkle in his eyes. You just grinned and even Tom let out an amused huff.

“I hope that everything worked out with the plan Minerva?”, Professor Dumbledore addressed McGonagall this time and she was broken out of her stupor. “Yes, yes it worked perfectly well”, she answered him and then she started smiling, “it’s good to see you again Albus.” Professor Dumbledore gave her a comforting look, but then directed his gaze to Tom again.

“Mister Riddle, I think we have a few things to discuss, if we hurry you might be able to catch dinner”, he said and then turned to you and Hermione. “Miss Granger and Miss Granger”, he chuckled, “I think it would be best if you two head down to dinner, do not worry I will not be keeping Mister Riddle too long.” Slightly hesitant to leave Tom alone, you knew it would be stupid to start arguing about it so you took his hand and gave it a soft squeeze, giving him a comforting smile and then you and your sister made your way out of there. Tom really didn’t look that bothered, but you were still worried.

When the gargoyle was in place behind you again, Hermione broke the silence. “So you’re dating you know who now?”, she burst out and eventhough it was a little insensitive you understood where she was coming from. “He’s not you know who, he’s Tom”, you smiled and added, “how about I’ll sneak over tonight like old times and tell you the whole story?” She agreed, eventhough she looked like she would rather know right now.

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Loyalty’s | R.B

Paring: Regulus Black X Potter!Fem!Reader

Summary: Instead of Regulus obeying the Dark Lord his loyalty’s lie with his girlfriend and becomes a spy for the Order.

The house was quiet. That was rare, especially after Fleamont and Euphemia took in Sirius Black. James and Sirius were like brothers, always causing mischief inside the manor while the younger Potter kept to herself more. Y/n Potter was only a year younger than James but was just as loved. Sirius Black became her brother just as much as James was, along with the other two Marauders. Unbeknownst to her brother - brothers if you will - she had been dating someone since her fifth year.

Y/n was in her seventh year while James and Sirius had graduated. James had already married Lily, and the war was raging on. Y/n was home for winter break. The Potter residence was to its fullest capacity. Remus and Sirius staying in the guest bedrooms. Y/n staying in her bedroom. James and Lily in James’ room. Fleamont and Euphemia had their master bedroom as well. It was dark outside, and all the young adults were in bed when a knock echoed on the door.

Fleamont held his wand tightly in his right hand as he approached the door. Euphemia was present at St. Mungo's for the night, and Fleamont was waiting for her to return home, but she never knocked. Hesitantly he made his way to the door and flung it open. Instantly Fleamonts wand made its presence known on the male's neck. The male had wavy black hair, grey-blue eyes, and sharp features. Resembling Sirius Black almost perfectly. The man gulped at the wand placed pointed at his throat.

“Sirius! James!”

Footsteps, “Yes, Mr. Potter?”

“ What’s up, dad?”

Both young adults focused on the man at the door, “No….” Sirius whimpered.

“What are you doing here!” Sirius yelled in distress, “Security question, Sirius.” Fleamont scolded.

“Where was my favorite place to hide when we were kids?” Sirius questioned, “Under Uncle Alphard’s cherry blossom tree.” He replied.

Fleamont didn’t back down, “What are you doing here?”

“I didn’t come here to see Sirius.” The man stated, “I came to see Y/n.”

James and Fleamont tensed, “What do you want with my daughter?” Fleamonts voice was stern and rigid.

“I-“ He swallowed, “I need to speak with her, please.”

“Regulus… You don’t know what you’re doing.” Sirius commented, “Please, Mr. Potter.” Regulus begged.

“James-“ Fleamont ordered, and James stood tall, “Go get your sister.”

He didn’t need any further instruction and woke his sister up, bringing her downstairs. There Y/n saw her father's wand to his neck. Before throwing her arms around him, she needed a security question. The pleading look in Regulus’ eyes broke her heart to pieces, but a war was going on.

Y/n’s heart raced, and her palms felt sweaty, but this was a question only he’d genuinely know, “When- When did we start dating?”

“November 16, 1976.”

“Reggie!” Y/n whimpered, throwing her arms around him.

Regulus held her back with the same amount of pressure. Holding her tight to his chest and never wanting to let go. The smell of her shampoo resonated in his nose and the faint breathing from her nose rested on the crook of his neck—a feeling he never wanted to lose. The world seemed to have stopped at that moment. Christmas break had been hell for Regulus so far, but now he felt hopeful.

But people were watching, and James snatched Y/n back, “Dating?! Are you bloody crazy?!”

“James-“ Fleamont began but was hastily cut off, “No, dad! She’s insane! Regulus is one of them! He’s a bloody death eater!” James exclaimed.

Sirius snapped, “He’s still my brother, ya’ know. If he’s here, then he’s defying mother’s orders. Let him talk.”

“C’mon. Everyone in the kitchen.”

The table was relatively large. It could seat eight. Fleamont took his usual seat at the end of the table. James sat on his left and Sirius on James’ left. Regulus sat in front of James and Y/n in front of Sirius. Regulus couldn’t face his brother at the minute because Sirius’ proud eyes were going to turn into disappointment soon enough.

Regulus held Y/n’s right hand tightly, “Lift your sleeve.” Fleamont ordered.

The younger Black brother obeyed; there it was; on his left forearm, “So it’s true. You obey the Dark Lord.” Fleamont commented.

“Dad please-“ Y/n began.

“No.”

Heads turned, “No?”

“No. I bare the mark, but I don’t obey.” Regulus stated coldly, “My loyalty’s lie with Y/n. She’s told me about the order, and I want to be your spy.”

James ran his fingers through his hair, “You told him! Y/n!”

“James, come off it!” Y/n scoffed.

“You want to be a spy for the order?” Sirius repeated, and Regulus nodded, retaking Y/n’s hand, “Yes, but there’s something I need to tell you all. Something I’ve found out.”

They leaned in, intrigued, “The Dark Lord has horcruxs. He’s split his soul into multiple different parts. I know where one of them is.” Regulus informed.

“How did you find this out?” Sirius inclined, “I told you, my loyalty’s lie with my girlfriend - you know, the girl I plan to marry - I’m a spy. Not a pawn.” Regulus countered.

James coughed, “You are not marrying my sister.”

“I’m afraid that isn’t your call.” Y/n retorted, crossing her arms, “Cut it out both of you.” Fleamont scolded.

“We’ll have to come back to you on whether or not you can join. However, you can stay with Y/n in her bedroom for the time being.” Fleamont informed, and James gawked, “Absolutely not! Sirius and Regulus can share. I don’t want him near her.”

Fleamont turned his head slowly towards his son, “James Fleamont Potter-“ He began in a low tone making James stiffen, “Y/n and Regulus will share a room. If he is stupid enough to try something while in my house, then I’ll be damned.”

“Remus, Sirius, and you will only be a room away. Hopefully-“ Mr. Potter turned to Regulus, “He knows better than to try something.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’d never purposely put Y/n in any way of danger. That’s why she didn’t know about the horcruxs.” Regulus stated, and Fleamont looked pleased, “We’ll work on it. Now, all of you, back to bed.”

When the four of them reached the hallway upstairs, James grabbed Regulus' collar, “We need to have a talk.”

Without another word, Sirius, Regulus, and James stepped into Sirius’ bedroom, knowing Lily was asleep. Hopefully, Remus was too. Y/n gave an audible sigh and walked into her bedroom. She was slightly organizing it and grabbing clothes that she had stolen from Regulus back at Hogwarts. Thankfully she made out. Y/n had one of Regulus’ hoodies and pair of sweatpants. Twenty minutes later, Regulus walked into the room.

“Um- I- Here.” Y/n stuttered, handing him the clothes, and he quietly changed, “I’m sorry about James.”

“No need for you to be sorry, love.” Regulus replied as he slipped on the sweatpants, “I know he’s protective. I’ve also got the mark.”

Y/n stood up and embraced him tightly, “That mark doesn’t make you a monster.”

“It makes me feel like one.”

“I know, but-“ Y/n pulled away slightly, looking him in the eyes, “Did you mean what you said out there?”

“Mean what, my love?”

“That your loyalty’s lie with me?”

Regulus smiled, “Of course, I did.”

The following days went by quietly. Regulus wouldn’t speak about the confrontation with James, but Y/n didn’t mind. But she didn’t miss the glares James sent his way every time he’d get close. Strangely enough, Remus was the most protective over her. Euphemia had been hospitable in his stay, providing for him as she did Sirius. It wasn’t until Christmas Day when Regulus got the news.

They all sat together in the sitting room, “You’re approved.” Fleamont stated.

“Pardon?”

“You can be our spy. Dumbledore believes the information you’ve given us is worthy of trust.”

Sirius could’ve cried out of joy, “Oh, Reggie.”

Both boys hugged for the first time since they were kids. James smiled fondly at them. Happy for Sirius that he got his little brother back. The boys sat beside each other. Sirius had his usual Sirius-like smirk placed upon his face. The same smirk he had before he made a joke.

“Seems like all it took was the Potter charm.” Sirius nudged Regulus’ elbow, making him blush, “Thank you, Mr. and Mrs. Potter, for letting him stay. It means a lot to me.”

“You know Mum, always taking in strays.” James teased, “James Potter!” Euphemia scolded with a bright grin.

Y/n shrugged, “He’s not wrong.”

“Y/n!”

“Sorry!”

“There’s an envelope under the tree for you, Regulus dear.” Euphemia commented before leaving into the kitchen, and Regulus stiffened, “It’s a present, not a howler.” Fleamont added, making him relax.

Regulus’ fingers reached for the green-colored envelope. Inside laid a paper in both James and Fleamonts handwriting. The paper inside made him gleeful. It was possible the best Christmas gift he could’ve ever received, and Regulus was a spoiled baby at the Black manor.

“You have my permission to marry my daughter.” -F.P

“Take care of my sister, or I’ll have your head!” -J.P

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dreamcubed · 2 years ago

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don’t blame me | draco malfoy x reader

song; don't blame me [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!pure-blood!reader genre; angst, hurt comfort, s2l word count; 9,5k timeline; half-blood prince --> deathly hallows warnings; swearing, abusive parents (verbal), death eaters, voldemort, somewhat forced allegiance with voldemort, violence, mentions of death, injuries (involving blood), minor character murder summary; y/n was surprised to find herself relating to the family pressures draco malfoy faced, and it soon opened up the question of... would their bond help them fight back and choose the good side, or will they both be too weak to not give in?

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"i once was poison ivy but now i'm your daisy."

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The day Y/N L/N had set off for Hogwarts had gone exactly how she had expected it to. One of the house staff members escorted her to Platform 9 3/4, her favourite one, actually. Nancy Pickins was by far the most friendly maid of them all, and had been around since Y/N was three, having played a huge part in her raising. The pristine Mr and Mrs L/N had much bigger things to worry about than their only daughter's wellbeing.

Smiling up at the maid, the small eleven-year-old Y/N jumped up to give Nancy a deadly hug of goodbye. "I'll see you at Christmas, Nancy."

"Yes! I'm sure you'll have a wonderful first term, Miss Y/N."

The train journey had been where Y/N met her best and only friend: Matilda Varn. They had shared a cabin all the way, and for the first time the little L/N got to spend time with people of her own age. Merlin knows how the isolation had ripped Y/N of basic socialisation skills. Gratefully, Matilda was quite the extrovert and helped get her out of her shell.

It wasn't just Matilda she met on the train, however. She also met the esteemed Draco Malfoy in the flesh, when he decided to do a run round of the first years, despite only being in second. "What are your names?" he had asked.

"Matilda Varn."

"Y/N L/N."

His gaze had lingered on the latter for a few seconds, but he ultimately left the two alone as he recognised the Slytherin house L/N family name. Draco was unaware of Varn's blood status, but knew that L/N was pure blood. Lucius Malfoy had mentioned the name a countless number of times before; whereas Y/N didn't recognise the Malfoy name, most likely due to the fact she hardly saw her parents. She pretended she did, however, when he introduced himself.

Draco hadn't necessarily been attractive back then. His face was chubby and adorable, yes, but the way he gelled back his blond locks was kind of off-putting, to Y/N at least. Of course, puberty hit, and a full five years later he was quite a handsome young man.

Y/N had had hardly anything to do with him until her fifth year and his sixth, mostly remaining quietly at Matilda's side. Another thing that had gone as expected on first day was being sorted into Slytherin, and as a bonus Matilda was too. She was a halfblood, and only just qualified for Salazar's offensive rules.

Either way, so began Y/N's journey at Hogwarts.

***

The first day Y/N had a proper interaction with Draco Malfoy was when she had found herself taking a shortcut to the library halfway through her fifth year. Curfew would soon be coming, and she had to get a book to complete an essay she had completely forgotten about. People hardly used the corridor she was taking, as it connected from the dungeons through to an even grimmer part of the castle. Y/N was too desperate to care about the spookiness of the place.

Only did she halt in her tracks when the sound of sniffing reached her ears and made her frown. Why would someone cry down here?

Peeking round the corner, she saw the last person she had expected to see perched at the bottom of a cramped spiral staircase she would need to climb to get to the library. That blond hair and pale skin was recognisable anywhere. It was Draco Malfoy, of all people, crying his heart out on the lowest step. Against Y/N's better instincts, she stepped forward and coughed to get the older boy's attention. Immediately he looked up with a scowl, but she couldn't take it seriously due to the tear-stained cheeks he was sporting.

"What do you want, L/N?" his tone was harsh, as always.

Asking him what was up was definitely a fool's action, so she merely mumbled, "Nothing," and silently took a seat next to him. Draco looked like he was about to add something more, but his gates opened again and he found more tears running down his cheeks.

Y/N sat there silently. She knew from personal experience that sometimes it was nice just having silent company; someone who doesn't bombard you with questions constantly. Her thoughts drifted from what was happening to the fact it was useless trying to get a book from the library by that point. Guess it would be an early morning for her. Without realising, she had pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and bitten so hard blood was visible.

"Why is so much expected from me?" were the words from Malfoy that pulled Y/N from fantasy land.

She sighed, "Because some people care about the wrong things."

The blond boy sniffed and glanced at her, trying to read her blank expression.

"I should get going," she said quietly, "Snape will do my head in if he catches me out after curfew."

"I'm a prefect."

"I'm not," she smiled softly, standing up, "I hope whatever it is gets better, Malfoy."

Draco didn't do anything to stop her leaving, watching with a frown as she disappeared around the corner and out of view. He hated it when people asked him if he was okay, but that didn't stop him from being confused as to why Y/N didn't. She just... sat there peacefully and didn't ask questions. What she said about people caring about the wrong things, too. It felt like there was a personal sense of experience behind her words.

While he continued to sulk and ponder in the unused corridor, Y/N journeyed to the Slytherin quarters. "Parseltongue," she said to the entrance, which swung out afterwards and allowed her to enter.

The common room of green and black oak furniture was still relatively busy with Slytherin students. She couldn't help but notice how lost Crabbe and Goyle looked in the corner as they spoke to Zabini. Brushing it off, she stopped by Matilda to say goodnight, before heading upstairs to make sure she would actually be up early the next day. Naturally, Y/N mentioned nothing about Draco: the fact he had been crying was private and not her secret to share.

Upstairs in the fifth year girls' bedroom, she changed into her pyjamas that consisted of a ratty Slytherin quidditch shirt that had belonged to her father back in the day. It was the only thing she really had of him that was personal.

Malfoy headed back to his dormitory after another half hour; the first ten minutes of which he spent wallowing in self-pity, the other twenty he spent patrolling on prefect duties. He nodded solemnly to Crabbe and Goyle, not giving any words before he disappeared up to the sixth year boys' room. Even then, the mysterious Y/N from a year below played on his mind.

Why did he feel comfortable around her?

Why didn't she ask questions?

And, more importantly, why didn't she make fun of him?

Draco had so many questions, but little to no answers.

***

The second time Y/N saw Draco Malfoy doing something highly out of character for him was when she was turning a corridor and caught sight of the platinum blond boy pacing in front of a wall. She immediately backed up to peer around the corner again in curiosity, not wanting to interrupt the moment. To her amazement, she watched as a door appeared in the wall. Draco was evidently expecting it, and entered only to have the door disappear again after him.

Y/N waited a few seconds before approaching the spot the door had been, running her hands over the smooth stone bricks with her mind ticking through a thousand possibilities. It wasn't really a surprise to her that secret rooms existed within Hogwarts' walls: the surprise was that Draco knew about one of them and how to find it. A possibility she covered was that whatever he was doing in there had something to do with the crying from a week ago. It seemed likely that all of his out-of-character moments were connected, after all.

She didn't actually have anywhere to go, she had merely been wandering the corridors in search of peacefulness. Maybe that's why Y/N was the only one to see Draco: she was the only one who went into the lesser used nooks and crannies of the academy exactly when he did. Coincidence, maybe, but it meant she could maybe provide some help towards the strange boy. So, Y/N sat down by the wall, a little ways away from the absent door. Malfoy would have to come out eventually.

And, he did, a full two hours later. It hadn't been hard to stay there: she had paced a lot, let her imagination wonder, carved her initials into the wall. She was a little confused as to why she cared so much, but after seeing Draco, the most arrogant and narcissistic boy in the school, cry, she knew she had to do something.

Needless to say, Malfoy froze in his tracks when he walked through the door and caught sight of Y/N curled up against the wall. She had resumed that spot from pacing a mere few minutes earlier. "Salazar, L/N. What are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you," she replied without skipping a beat. At his lack of response, she continued, "I saw you go in."

"It's none of your business what I was doing in there," he said harshly, visibly regaining his composure as he tucked his hands in his pockets. The door behind him had turned back into a wall once more.

"I wasn't going to ask," Y/N mumbled, forcing herself to stand up. Malfoy was taller than her, so he didn't consider her a threat. Good thing she wasn't trying to threaten him.

There she was with the lack of questions again. Why didn't she care about the details? "Then why are you here?"

"I'm worried about you."

Draco scoffed at that, making her sigh. It was the reaction she had expected. "I'm fine."

"You are far from fine, and you fucking know it." Her choice of vulgar words took him aback a little: despite being a Slytherin, he had always known the young L/N to be quite a quiet and soft-natured person.

"What's it to you, anyway?"

"I don't like seeing you not yourself. Given, your regular self is a stuck-up little bitch boy, but the fact you aren't acting like that regularly would make anyone who notices concerned."

Draco looked down at the E/C-eyed girl with a frown. She was persistent, and part of him wished he could tell her the cause of the whirlwind inside his head. "Even if I wanted to, I couldn't tell you."

"Fine, if that's the case..." she said, shifting her gaze to the floor as her confident facade dropped, "At least don't isolate yourself when you're sad, I know I hardly know you, but I'm here for you."

"You wouldn't be able to say that if you knew the truth," he began walking away, but when she replied he paused with his back to her.

"Maybe not. But I've said it now, and I will stick to it no matter what."

Draco looked over his shoulder, observing the girl's firm gaze, "You're too naive, L/N."

"Have a good day, Draco," she said, delicately using his first name for the first time, before turning around and leaving without another word.

He stood there staring after her for a few seconds, until he snapped himself out of it and continued on his way, pushing thoughts of the naive little fifth year out of his mind. No part of him could understand the way her mind worked. All he knew was that she was the first one to notice his change in behaviour, and she wasn't even his friend, so that said a lot about the ones he did give that title to.

***

As another week passed, Y/N found herself constantly glancing during meals to where Draco was sat, checking he was eating properly. He hadn't been, until he caught her looking one time and she glared down at his food. Raising his eyebrows at her, he had watched in mild amusement as she mouthed "eat" to him. After that, for some reason, he did start to eat closer to proper meals again. Which was good, as he had been losing an unhealthy amount of weight.

She found him crying a second time when she passed through the corridor the exact moment Draco exited the secret room. Instantly, Y/N had dropped what she was doing and taken him to an unused corner of the castle she cried in a lot. He had been too upset to object, and ended up sitting in silence with her for twenty minutes before the breakdown ended. The departure from that had been awkward and dismissive.

Truthfully she shouldn't have been out of bed after curfew that one night, sitting in the common room as she tiredly completed two essays she had completely forgotten about. Unintentionally, Y/N had been paying attention to who was walking through the entrance, waiting for Draco to check he was safe. He never came, even after his prefect duty time came to an end. A bad feeling grew in her gut. Against her better judgement, she found herself creeping out of the Slytherin dungeons in search of the boy. She didn't know where to begin looking, though.

Maybe the prefect bathroom? That seemed like a logical first place to look, so Y/N set off on a journey there, creeping down the halls. She was used to staying in the shadows: that had been the only way for her to explore her own house as a child.

The prefect bathroom was a dead end, as upon pressing her ear to the door there was absolutely zero sound of life in there. She wasn't sure where else he could possibly be, but then remembered the secret room he kept going into. As she had learned, its location changed constantly, however, so it would be near impossible to locate. Aimless wandering soon ensued, and she was about to give up just as she crept passed the boys' bathrooms. Noise was coming from inside.

Opening the door ever so slightly and peering round, she caught sight of Harry Potter yelling the words, "Sectumsempra!" and shooting a bolt of light into the blond boy she had been searching for. To her pure horror, Draco fell backwards as crimson blood began seeping through his white school shirt. Y/N instantly threw the door open and ran over to him as tears pricked at her eyes and her vision became a blur.

"You sick son of a bitch!" she yelled at Potter, who was frozen in place, "I thought your whole thing was being above all this!"

More tears streamed down her cheeks as she knelt beside the barely conscious boy and did her best to clean up the wounds with her shirt. Unfortunately, healing spells had always been her weak spot. All she could do was apply pressure to the multiple wounds laden across his vaguely toned pale chest. "Y/N..." he murmured, using her first name for once. He passed out almost immediately after, Snape showing up out of nowhere and scolding Potter before turning to her holding Draco's head in her lap.

"Miss L/N, you shouldn't be out after curfew, five points from Slytherin," his drawling voice spoke, but she was too upset to care.

"Please... help... Draco..." she sobbed.

By dawn, Y/N had been forced to go back to her dorm and leave Draco in the hospital wing. Snape had been very firm about it, despite her crying and fighting back in response. Madam Pomfrey had taken her there after tending to Draco's wounds to prove he would be fine.

It had been a sleepless night of tossing and turning in worry, so much to the point Matilda nearly woke up. The very second sun had shone through the window glass, Y/N had thrown on a jumper and jeans and ran down to the completely empty common room. Only teachers were walking around the corridors, and weren't quick enough to say anything about her sprinting.

She had burst through the doors of the hospital wing and desperately ran over to Draco's bed, despite Madam Pomfrey saying visitors weren't yet welcome. "He'll wake up soon, right?" she asked, instinctively taking the unconscious boy's pale hand in her own.

The sheer fear and worry in the girl's eyes made Madam Pomfrey stop trying to get her to leave. "Yes, he should wake up in the next couple hours. He won't be able to leave for a few days, though."

"As long as he'll be alright," Y/N muttered, taking a seat.

***

When Draco's eyes fluttered open, he was surprised to see Y/N right by his bed. Not only that, but her fingers were entwined with his own, and clearly had been for a while judging by the slight sweatiness in his palm. Vague memories of the duel and Y/N showing up played back to him, causing a throbbing headache to take over his head. Him groaning alerted the exhausted girl of him being awake.

"You're okay!" she cried, unintentionally jumping up to wrap her arms around his neck and squeeze. Draco hissed at the pain it caused, instantly making her retract herself, "Shit. How could I forget... Sorry..."

"Why are you here?" he asked, his voice coming out raspy due to his parched throat.

"I was worried sick! You never came back to the dorms so I went out looking for you and passed the boys' bathrooms... I heard noise so I looked in to see Potter cursing you and I... I..."

"You care about me too much, L/N."

She sighed, "You're telling me... I skived potions to stay here..."

"You shouldn't have done that."

"I didn't wanna leave you."

Draco tried to prop himself up on his elbows, but hissed once more at the pain and fell back down again.

"Don't push yourself," Y/N said, glancing at the bedside table, "Oh! And because I refused to leave Pomfrey told me to make sure you put this ointment on your wounds when you woke up."

Standing up, she pulled the curtains around the bed to add some privacy in case someone else came in. Draco was essentially shirtless in bed, but had been covered in the duvet until she pulled it off and made him scowl. Well, apart from his left lower arm which was firmly bandaged, and not by Pomfrey. "What do you think you're doing, L/N?"

"Healing you," she replied, grabbing the ointment and beginning to rub it into the various wounds as Draco flinched. He watched in silence as she did that until each of the cuts had been tended to with her soft touch. It felt annoyingly nice when her smooth hands brushed against his torso. She smiled in content at completing her task, "There. All done."

"Thanks."

The look of shock Y/N gave him for saying thank you made his heart sink a little bit. But the shock soon turned into a happy grin. "I'm glad you'll be okay."

He scoffed.

"You think I wasn't terrified for your life when I saw you as a bleeding mess on the floor?" she did a full 180 from a happy smile to tears pricking at her eyes. He thought she was a hormonal mess. "I... I thought you were gonna die, Draco..."

"Well, I didn't."

She sniffed, "Do you... Do you want something to drink?"

At Draco's nod, Y/N slipped outside of the curtains and returned about a minute later with a goblet of water and a bar of chocolate.

"I thought you might be hungry, too."

Once more, the boy tried to prop himself up on his elbows; it was painful, but this time he succeeded in getting into a seated position. Y/N arranged the pillows behind him to support his back after handing over the goblet and chocolate. Silence fell over the pair as Draco began slowly eating, having taken a big gulp of water already to appease his dry throat. Square by square he placed the chocolate in his mouth, until he held one up for Y/N to take.

Shaking her head, she said, "You need it, Draco."

"Have you eaten today?"

"No, I came here as soon as the sun rose."

"Take it." He firmly held the square up to her lips, and didn't budge until she open her mouth slightly and let him push it in. His thumb brushed over her lips in the process, making her eyes widen in a mild flustered state.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

Another few seconds of silence were dwelled on, but Malfoy soon said, "I heard you call Potter a sick son of a bitch last night."

"Yeah..." she chuckled, "Probably made myself an enemy now."

"I also heard what you said after that."

She stared at him silently, remembering her words to Potter.

"You're about the only person who's ever said that to his face."

"There's more to everyone than meets the eye... including you," Y/N murmured, dropping her gaze to the floor.

They shared a small smile, allowing her to see the first ever genuine look of contentment cross Draco's face. It fell again, when he said, "You can't get too close. I'll put you in too much danger."

"More danger than my parents wanting me to join Voldemort?" her tone was barely audible, but Draco heard her perfectly. In hindsight, if he had paid as much attention to her as she did to him, he would have probably figured it out. Shying away from conversations about the Dark Lord, appearing angry whenever she visited the owlery to send letters, playing nervously with the skin of her left wrist as if it was about to disappear.

"Are they... are they death eaters?"

She nodded solemnly, "They've never been good people."

"Are you gonna do it?"

Tears were once again pouring down her cheeks, "I don't have a choice! People say 'Oh, why don't you just turn away from your parents?' but I can't... I... it's not that simple-"

"I know," he cut her off gently, "I know."

Draco hadn't realised how similar of a situation they were in until that moment.

***

By lunchtime, they had been sitting quietly for a long time. Y/N had been staring at his left arm intently, putting the pieces together in her head as she connected all the dots. "You have the Dark Mark, don't you?" she mumbled the question, so there was no risk of anyone else hearing.

At his lack of response, she shakily brought her hand forward and trailed her fingertips along Draco's bandaged inner left arm. He flinched when she did so, but ultimately didn't object to the movement.

"I'm sorry... I can't imagine how hard it must be-"

"Save it. It's not like there's anything you can do."

"Just... please let me be your friend... That's all I ask..."

"Fine. You can be my friend."

Her grin was a little too adorable for his liking. He didn't like how comforting her presence was, or how calm she made him feel.

Madam Pomfrey soon told Y/N to go to the lunch hall and eat, when she should then go back to lessons. She was reluctant, but she knew Draco was going to be okay so agreed. Matilda bombarded her with questions the second she sat down at the Slytherin table, but the only response given was, "I was visiting Malfoy in the hospital wing."

When Malfoy was released from the hospital wing, he seemed to distance himself even more. The Golden Trio began glaring at Y/N whenever they passed her in the corridor, and it made her wish they would see beyond their own version of good. Y/N didn't know what was going on with Draco, but she knew that being good or evil was more than just black and white. Heavy influences such as controlling parents can drastically restrict a person's freedom of choosing sides, creating a grey area in the middle.

But all Potter, Granger and Weasley saw was a mean boy with connections to the Dark Lord. Nothing was as simple as that.

The battle with Potter had led to a further dip in Malfoy's well-being, that only Y/N really seemed to notice. Crabbe and Goyle were both too stupid to pick up on it, Parkinson was too lovesick to notice, the Golden Trio didn't care, and Zabini wasn't great at reading character. Draco definitely wouldn't want her to mention his behaviour to anyone else: he didn't want people to notice. She wished she could help him, but how could she when she didn't know what he needed help with?

That wasn't what was on her mind, however, when she received an owl directly from her father (which was unusual) on a rainy Saturday morning. It had been written in her family's signature shorthand, so it was unreadable to anyone outside their bloodline. Translated, it read:

"Y/N L/N.

Due to the Dark Lord rising once more, your mother and I have the full expectation of you joining the death eaters and receiving the Dark Mark. Objections are forbidden.

Lord Voldemort is fully aware of your potential, and is awaiting your pledge of allegiance.

Regards, Your Father"

Concise and straight to the point, like always.

Y/N sighed staring down at the paper, earning the question from Matilda of, "What's that say? Looks like gibberish."

"Shorthand. Private family issues."

"Oh, I see," she replied, not pushing any further, "I hope it's not bad news."

Humming, she folded the letter up and shoved it in her pocket, mumbling something along the lines of, "Gotta go reply," before leaving the table. She had no intentions of replying: she intended on going to her secret crying place to bawl her eyes out. Why, oh why, did she have to be born into a family of death eaters?

What Y/N hadn't realised was that a certain blond boy sat not too far down the table from her had been watching the moment. Varn hadn't seen the sudden withdrawal and mood switch, but he had. So he soon found himself excusing his presence from the table and subtly following after her. He could tell she wasn't headed to the owlery to send a letter; she took a completely opposite direction after leaving the Great Hall.

Draco frowned as he expertly stuck to the walls and followed her in silence, noticing tears already slipping out her eyes when she turned a corner. He didn't know why he cared, but maybe he just felt a sense of indebtedness towards her. She had helped him without hesitation before, and they were officially "friends" by then.

Only when Y/N stopped at the crying spot she had shown him before did Draco put himself in sight and go to crouch down beside her. He was merely in black jeans and a dark green hoodie, his hair undone and falling over his forehead. It was the weekend, so he hadn't bothered to dress himself up in any way. If she wasn't so upset, she would definitely have made a note of how effortlessly attractive he looked.

"L/N," he said, immediately regretting the use of her last name, "...Y/N."

Looking up, her pretty E/C eyes met his, although her vision was blurry and she could only tell it was Draco by the platinum blond hair.

"What happened?" he asked unsurely, not knowing how to sound comforting.

She cried even harder, making him freeze up for a solid few seconds before he moved himself to sit next to her against the wall. However, he froze up once more when she tucked into his side and shoved her face into his chest, but then he awkwardly put an arm around her. "Why...?" she eventually choked out.

"Why, what?" he hesitantly said.

"Why do... they have to be... death eaters?"

"Your parents?"

She nodded, letting out a sob, and then burying her face deeper into his torso.

"I don't know. But I... I do understand what you're going through."

***

"No! Who am I kidding? Your situation is probably way worse than mine," she said, leaning her head against the wall. It was an hour later, and her tears had mostly dried up, but they were still talking about it.

"Just because it is, doesn't mean yours is invalid. You have a right to be upset," he replied, meeting her gaze.

Sighing, Y/N gave him a sincere look, "Why do they expect me to become a death eater? What good would I do? I'm a pussy when it comes to fighting."

"It wouldn't look very good for them in the eyes of the Dark Lord if their daughter was on the good side," Draco dared to share a cheeky grin, which she returned. He had never spoken so lightheartedly about it before.

"Yeah," she smiled slightly back, "Do you mind me asking about you?"

The boy sighed, running his hands down his face. Only now did Y/N take in the small details of his relaxed weekend attire, that made her stomach flip. It was a new feeling, and one she kind of liked. "Well, my parents have obviously already, uh, initiated me to become a death eater," he gestured to his left wrist, "And with that comes-" he gulped, "-responsibilities."

"Draco..." she murmured, delicately touching his hand, "What did... what did they make you do?"

His eyes were brimming with tears this time, and Y/N's soon were again as well when he explained what he had been doing in the Room of Requirement with the Vanishing Cabinet. "-I have to do it, Y/N," he sobbed, clutching her shoulders, "He'll kill me otherwise! He'll... kill... me..."

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him down into an embrace that he so clearly needed, and she secretly did too. Draco shifted his arms to around her back, pulling her in even closer to the point she was sat on her knees between his legs. Their heads were buried in each other's necks as they, for a moment, shared a hug that had never truly been given by their parents. Two touch-starved individuals finding consolation in one another.

"I know," she said. There was no point in making suggestions about telling Dumbledore: what good would that do? No matter how she panned that situation out, it had a sticky end with a lot more deaths than just Dumbledore's.

"What am I supposed to do?" he pulled away slightly, finding his face mere inches away from Y/N's as he looked into her eyes.

"Honestly, Draco, I don't know... I wish I could help you... but I... I can't..."

As no more words left their mouths, they looked around in each other's eyes until they both realised the tension in the air and found their eyes moving to each other's lips. Draco glanced down at her rosy lips first, feeling a small wave of melancholy happiness when her face flushed just a little bit. He leaned down slowly, Y/N responding by tilting her head towards him, until their lips met in the middle and began moving. Kissing her softly as if she was the most fragile thing in the world, Draco moved his hand to cup her cheek and pull her in closer.

The chaste movements continued in sync until they each began to feel breathless, and parted with their foreheads remaining in contact. "You listening to me is more than enough," he whispered.

"I'll stick by you no matter what, Malfoy."

"You can't say that, Y/N... this is Voldemort we're talking about."

"Yeah, well I'm probably going to be... going to be forced into, well, becoming a death eater too..."

"What if I do kill Dumbledore? What then?"

"I don't care."

He chuckled, moving backwards as his emotions were clearly mixed, "You're so naive, L/N."

"If I wasn't you'd have no one to vent to, so stop complaining."

Draco's features changed to slightly amused, and it was nice to see a hint of his old persona still remained with him. He was still a spoiled rich kid at heart, just with a complex exterior.

"You know what I bet?"

"What do you bet, Y/N?"

"I bet you're a huge mummy's boy!"

He scoffed, "Am not."

"You're lying."

Raising his eyebrows at the girl still sat between his legs, he said, "You wanna know what I bet?"

"What?"

"I bet you find me very attractive."

"And what if I do?" she asked, her tone getting quieter.

"Then you wouldn't be the first."

Y/N beamed at that, giggling when she said, "What? Are we talking about Parkinson?"

Draco groaned, "She's so clingy and whiny and obsessive..."

"You're whining about her right now."

"And you're clinging to my chest right now, what's your point?"

The talk ended with the two's spirits lifted, and the realisation that Y/N would be late for revision with Matilda if she didn't get going. Despite that, it appeared that moment had been the true pivoting point in the future's course of events.

They had no idea what was in store for them.

***

As if Draco Malfoy's character hadn't changed enough, one particular day he seemed to have taken another turn. He wasn't back to his old spoiled brat attitude, and he was no longer distant and quiet. Overnight he had become tense, jumpy, and just over-all on edge, as if somebody was constantly trying to jump-scare him. Y/N, like usual, noticed, as she had carefully been observing him to make sure nothing was getting worse. It was hard to tell if this brand new attitude was a positive thing or a negative thing.

They hadn't been alone together since the time they shared a kiss in the secret crying corner. Sneaking away was hard because Y/N didn't want to make Matilda suspicious, and she also didn't know what sort of relationship she had with Draco. Either way, she felt as if it was necessary to discuss with him his change, but a chance didn't rise throughout the day, so she elected to bring it up the next day instead.

Little did she know, that would be too late.

*****

Y/N was woken up with a shake late into the night, from Matilda who was staring at her with a terrified expression, "Y/N! Get up! It's an emergency..."

"What is it?" she groaned.

"Death eaters! In the castle!"

That made her sit upwards in bed instantly, her exhaustion leaving her at her friend's very words. "What?" she said with a hiss.

"Yeah! All the muggleborns are coming here, to keep them safe because-"

"Because the death eaters are likely to leave Slytherin alone, yeah, yeah, I know..." Draco suddenly crossed Y/N's mind, "Have you seen Malfoy?"

"No? Why-"

Matilda was cut off by Y/N jumping out of bed to pull on shoes and grab her wand, her hair gratefully already messily tied out of the way. She may still have been in pyjamas, but that was the last thing on her mind. Draco was the reason the death eaters were there, and she knew it for a fact.

"Don't come after me, Matilda," she said firmly, before running out the dorms and down the steps to the common room. After a quick scan, she confirmed the platinum blond boy was nowhere in sight, so made a beeline for the exit. The Slytherin head girl was stood there with what appeared to be a checklist.

"Where do you think you're going?" she asked firmly.

"I'm going out there."

"You're a fifth year, I can't let you-"

Y/N pushed past her before she could be stopped, quickening into a sprint as she followed the sounds of fighting down the corridor. The loud bangs seemed to be coming from near the Astronomy Tower, so that's where she was headed. It was highly unlikely that her own parents would be battling, but if they were infiltrating Hogwarts the present death eaters would almost definitely have been shown a picture of her in order to prevent the L/N daughter being killed. Her chances of survival were higher than almost all the other students.

She skidded to a halt when she chanced upon a corridor where what appeared to be a member of the Carrow family was locked in a duel with a professor and a couple students. Y/N stuck to the wall and managed to get past them, ducking down when a bolt of light was sent her way. It was only the first of many duels she had to pass to get to the Astronomy Tower. That had to be where Draco was, as there had to be something all these professors and students were guarding.

When Y/N reached the Astronomy Tower door, it was still being guarded, but not very well as the nearby professors and students were in combat. "L/N! You're not allowed up there!" one of the professors yelled, but as neither the death eaters nor professors and students would hurt Y/N, she slipped through the door and ran up the steps.

She stopped just outside the entrance to the balcony tower, to hear Draco and Dumbledore engaged in conversation. There was a scared edge to Malfoy's voice as she heard him speak, "I've got to do it! He'll kill me! He'll kill my whole family!"

Y/N stood and listened to Dumbledore talk about bringing Draco over to the good side, and while he made it sound as if the Order could keep him safe, she couldn't help but have her doubts. Lucius Malfoy supported Lord Voldemort with all his heart, and Narcissa Malfoy was too devoted to her husband to betray him. Draco wouldn't leave his mother like that, either. It was a domino effect, and it left Dumbledore's 'plan' deeply flawed.

She heard the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, so quickly tucked herself in the corner as she watched who it was. From what she could tell, they were too intent on reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower to notice her in her pathetic hiding spot. Y/N counted four hooded figures storming through the entrance on to the balcony. Breathing in sharply, she felt her heart beating wildly in her chest as she heard the encouragement from one of the new arrivals for Draco to kill Dumbledore.

Snape came up the stairs next, having apparently broken through the barrier down the steps. He didn't notice her either, immediately walking through to where the showdown was taking place. Y/N heard him bark at the others to get out the way, before she heard words she never thought she would ever hear spoken. "Avada Kedavra." That was unmistakably Snape's voice.

Had he killed Dumbledore? Or had he killed one of the death eaters?

All Y/N could do was stare forward blankly with wide eyes as she had her back against the wall, too scared to peer round and find out the victim of the ultimate Unforgivable Curse. It had all happened so quickly, and all she could feel was the thudding in her chest.

What if it had been Draco?

Y/N heard the charge of footsteps back towards the steps as all except Dumbledore and one death eater left the room: three of the four hooded figures, Snape, and gratefully Draco came through the door. Dumbledore had fallen, but Draco was alive. Draco was all she could think about as she watched the very boy be the last one through the door. In the moment, she slipped out the shadows and grabbed his hand, "Draco..." she whispered softly.

"Y/N, what are you doing here?" he hissed back, looking around in panic, "I've got to go. They can't catch me."

"I'll come-"

"You're not coming anywhere," he said firmly.

"But-" this time she was cut off by him pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

"Goodbye," he whispered, before turning on his tail to catch up with the others. Y/N found herself frozen in place, unaware of Harry Potter's presence in the room.

Y/N eventually found herself stepping out on to the Astronomy Tower balcony, seeing and avoiding the fourth hooded figure collapsed on the floor. As she walked in further, she found herself drawn to the very edge, where she looked over and saw a deathly fall. It didn't take a genius to figure out Dumbledore had probably fallen backwards after dying, plummeting to the distant ground.

Her mood had switched from vastly negative, to completely blank. It was like her soul had been ripped from her body and locked in a box, preventing her from feeling any emotion. If that was a relief, she didn't know, as she didn't feel anything.

In fact, that emptiness didn't change no matter how much Matilda tried to cheer her up in the following days. Even when Y/N found herself sat at Dumbledore's funeral, she couldn't help but feel an inescapable feeling of absence inside her. She hadn't seen Draco since the night, and Potter had briefly spoken to her with Granger and Weasley.

"Y/N, did you know all of what Malfoy had to do?" Hermione had asked.

She had nodded mindlessly, "All except the death eaters that would come."

"Why didn't you tell us? Why didn't you do anythi-" Weasley had half-yelled, but Y/N had cut him off with a monotonous voice.

"It's easy for you all. To pick a side, that is," she glanced between them all, "You don't have the fear of family pressure, or the inescapable threat of their deaths."

The conversation had ended abruptly there, because Y/N had walked away. She visited the Astronomy Tower a lot when the teachers let students go up there again. She was trying and failing to recall the emotions she had felt that night, wishing to feel something, anything, again. All she knew for sure was that Draco was what she needed, and they hadn't even really spent that much time together. Despite that, he knew more about her than anyone else did.

Dumbledore had fallen, and Voldemort was growing increasingly powerful. How the fuck was she meant to disobey her parents now? That could be a death wish, as she now had nowhere to go or hide if she did something for the good side. She would be going home to them for the Summer, but they would certainly be pleased that the new principal was Severus Snape, a death eater. Many other students had shared their parents weren't letting them come back while Voldemort had indirect control of the school. The L/N parents certainly wouldn't be like that.

What sixth year had in store for her; she had no idea. She had already learned Defence Against the Dark Arts would be replaced with the Dark Arts, so she would most likely be learning very dark spells. That didn't really bother her, though: she just wanted to see Draco Malfoy again and make sure he was alright.

She didn't blame him for anything that had happened. Even if he did deserve some of it, she couldn't bring herself to.

Y/N could tell it was love-like feelings she held for him.

***

To Y/N's surprise, when she stepped off the Hogwarts Express, she was met with her very own parents standing there. Nothing had officially confirmed them as active death eaters yet, so the Ministry of Magic had no right to arrest them. She sighed inwardly, forcing a smile as she pulled her trunk behind her and walked up to them.

"That's no way to greet your parents," Mrs L/N spoke sternly.

"Sorry, Mother," she said sweetly, holding her hand out in front of her, "Greetings, Mother and Father."

"Better," Mrs L/N said, shaking her daughter's hand before her husband did the same, "You will be permitted a day of rest in your room before we have dinner with the Malfoys."

Now that piqued Y/N's interest, so her head snapped up, "The Malfoys?"

"Yes. Narcissa Malfoy and her son, Draco," she said, grabbing Y/N's arm roughly. They apparated to outside the front of their grand estate in the countryside, as magic restrictions on it prevented apparitions inside.

As they walked up to the house, maids flocked out the doors to take Y/N's luggage from her, to which she whispered a thank you. "Lucius is unfortunately still in Azkaban," Mr L/N lamented, waiting until the maids were out of earshot, "The Dark Lord has plans to break him and the other imprisoned death eaters out in the next week, however."

"Speaking of, we want you to meet him soon," Mrs L/N said, stopping in the house entrance hall to caress her daughter's cheek in a way that made her uncomfortable, "It's about time you received the Dark Mark."

"Bu-" Y/N was cut off by her mother shushing her while moving her forefinger to over her lips.

"Now, now, darling," she smiled, "The Dark Lord is the only ruler who believes mudbloods to be what they are... filth."

"Yes, Mother," Y/N hung her head.

Mr L/N started speaking as they began moving up the grand staircase, "Draco Malfoy was the one to successfully transport the group of death eaters into Hogwarts. Astounding young man."

"Narcissa has been terribly lonely since Lucius was locked up, but we have managed to form a friendship and I have been consoling her," Mrs L/N continued, "According to her, Draco has been awfully down lately, poor thing-" why did she care about Draco's mental health, but not her own daughter's? "-so it would mean the world to her if you would try and cheer him up."

"Do I have a choice?" she was more than happy to try, but her parents didn't deserve immediate compliance.

"No," Mrs L/N said, "Anyway. Go to your quarters and freshen up, dinner will be in an hour."

"We have much to discuss," Mr L/N added.

Back in her room, Y/N began unpacking all her belongings in peace, telling the maids to go do something else. Nancy Pickins stopped by to say hi, but was busy with an assigned chore so couldn't stay long. There was a lot for Y/N to process, anyway, so she was relieved to have some alone time.

The only positive in her life at that moment appeared to be the fact she would get to see Draco the next day and check he was alright. Chances were he was in fact not okay and incredibly traumatised, but she hoped to provide him some comfort. The feeling of his lips on hers still lingered, and she wanted it back desperately.

But, honestly, she didn't really know what any sort of relationship would entail: her parents had never been loving towards one another. They never used endearments, they never showed affection, and they only seemed to be in a relationship out of family traditions that they followed like law. The same expectations of marrying a pure blood and having kids were there for Y/N.

What if she ended up in a loveless arranged marriage? What if she found herself trapped in loyalty to Voldemort for the rest of her life? The latter unfortunately seemed a very likely outcome, which made Y/N's heart wrench. Pushing the thought aside, she let herself into her bathroom to let the hot shower water trickle down her skin. It was a calming feeling, and gave her some peace of mind as the moment was stress-free.

The second she stepped out, however, thoughts of how every woman in the family had been forced into an arranged marriage of pure blood families remained. Y/N's mother, Aquaria, was from the Greengrass family, her maiden name being Aquaria Greengrass. The Greengrass family was unfortunately very traditional, even to the point they somehow convinced Aquaria that was how it should be.

Y/N's father, Murius L/N, had come from a family with similar beliefs. Murius had inherited his family's age old estate, being the only child, whereas Aquaria was the younger sibling of two. Her elder brother, Funus, lived in France with his wife and their daughter, Astoria. Astoria was about Y/N's age, but they had never actually met before, since she attended Beauxbatons.

Point was, everyone in Y/N's family was sexist and traditional.

***

Y/N sighed as she looked in her dressing room window, playing nervously with her hair. She had tried to dress up for the event, but knew at the same time that her parents would scold her if she wore 'too much' makeup.

Narcissa and Draco Malfoy were due to arrive at 1pm, which turned out to be five minutes away upon checking her watch. Giving one last glance towards the mirror, Y/N crossed her fingers before practically running out the room and down the stairs. To her dismay, she saw her parents already stood in the hallway greeting the Malfoys. They heard her coming down, which earned expected glares from Murius and Aquaria, as well as a harsh statement of, "Sorry about my daughter's tardiness, she never really was good at anything," from her father.

Locking eyes with Draco, he frowned ever so slightly at the way she glanced downwards at Murius' statement. Y/N smiled softly at him, hands behind her back as she walked forward to stand beside her parents. He was dressed handsomely in a black dress shirt with long sleeves, tucked into black dress trousers. Draco had evidently opted for no tie, his top button remaining undone. His blond hair had been split at the fringe, like how he often wore it in his fifth year and her fourth. Like always, he was devastatingly handsome, but the bags under his eyes seemed to have only gotten worse.

"Hello, you must be Y/N?" Narcissa's eyes seemed so kind when Y/N looked away from Draco to her.

Nodding, she replied, "Yes..."

"Oh my Salazar, you're gorgeous," she said with a beautiful smile, "Wouldn't you agree, Draco?"

The boy froze up at the question, but awkwardly nodded in agreement, which made Y/N flush. "Thank you."

"Y/N, show Draco the gardens," Aquaria said, "Narcissa, come with us, dear, you must want a drink..."

The teenagers stood awkwardly until the parents were out of earshot, at which point Y/N darted forward and wrapped her arms around Draco's chest. He stiffly returned the embrace, one hand landing on her head, the other on her back. She pulled away after a few seconds, "I was so worried about you!"

"I'm fine, Y/N," he said, trying to read her face, "Are you okay? Your parents-"

"I know, I'm used to it," she sighed, "But, I... I do have something I need to tell you..." Slipping her hand into his, she pulled him all the way down the corridor to one of the back doors, which she opened and led him out through.

"What is it?"

"I... uh... my parents want me to meet-" she gulped "-You-Know-Who... and get the... receive the..."

"Dark Mark?" he finished for her, to which she nodded, "I'm sorry..."

"I feel so... hopeless..."

Draco hummed, tucking his hands in his pockets as they strolled down by the assortment of flowers well taken care of by the gardeners. "Welcome to the club," he sighed.

"What's... what's You-Know-Who like?"

"Honestly, terrifying."

Gulping, she began fidgeting with her sleeves, as the fear just seemed to keep growing inside of her.

"He took over Malfoy Manor," Draco added, "Said it was the least we could do after my father 'failed' and got imprisoned."

"Oh, Merlin, I'm so scared..."

A warm calloused hand slipped into hers, making her look up with an expression of mild shock.

"You won't be doing it alone."

"Thanks, Draco."

The pretty garden seemed like a haven compared to the realities the pair were facing, as everything felt so relaxed and normal while they walked down the path. Deep down, they knew that they would have to step back into reality the moment they went back inside, facing the music of their death eater parents. Narcissa didn't seem to be all that into the death eater lifestyle, however, so Y/N couldn't help but wonder why she had let herself fall in love with Lucius. Then again, you don't choose who you love, and at that thought she found her eyes drifting to Draco and his hand interlocked with hers.

Did he love her? That was a stupid question, it was too early to even consider it. So, on that note, did Draco have feelings for Y/N? His hand may have been connected with hers, but it wasn't always necessarily romantic, and he may just want the warmth. They had kissed, so she had to assume he at least had some romantic feelings for her.

But, for now, she was content in the moment.

***

No one had seen or heard from Harry Potter in a year until the Battle of Hogwarts. Y/N had surely hoped that he hadn't run away, but was in fact desperately searching for the means to take down the Dark Lord once and for all. She had held on to this hope as she met Voldemort in the flesh, as she had received the Dark Mark, and as she attended the desolate and miserable Hogwarts for her sixth year. The castle had never been in such gloom: it was as if happiness wasn't a word and joy wasn't a feeling.

As for Draco, she had been stuck by his side all year, and not by choice - although she would have gladly chosen to anyway. They had both been assigned head boy and head girl, and it was a miserable task having to punish the other students for not complying with Voldemort's wishes. But if they didn't do as such, they would have been the next victims of the deadly Unforgivable Curse. That didn't stop Y/N from secretly letting people off the hook whenever it was safe to do so.

In terms of their relationship, it was still there, but it was only ever evident when they comforted each other. They were too caught up with Voldemort's affairs to confirm a title, but they knew how they felt about each other and expressed it through affection occasionally.

But now, as they stood in the middle of a crowd surrounding Voldemort and the reappeared Harry Potter, a new surge of bravery shot inside of her. It was the most courage she had had in the longest of times.

As the Dark Lord beckoned her and Draco over to his side - to join him once more in his fight of ill intentions - she stood her ground. She felt Draco go to step forward from beside her, and heard the sobs begin to escape his throat, but that didn't stop her from reaching out to grab his hand in her own.

He paused, and looked back at Y/N's watery but determined eyes. His eyebrows raised as he pulled his lower lip into his mouth.

Y/N was scared he would leave her there: that he wasn't as strong as she was.

But then he nodded, and stepped back to directly by her side, gaining the determined gaze in his own eyes as he looked upon the Dark Lord.

He risked death alongside her that day, and they both came out the other side alive - and free.

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written; 01/09/2020 —> 20/06/2022 published; 20/06/2022 edited; —/—/——

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x reader #draco x y/n #slytherin #voldemort #the dark lord #death eater #harry potter #hp fanfic #hp oneshot #pure-blood

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ladyartemesia · 4 years ago

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Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

➪ Newest Additions are in BLUE

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citydreamgrls · 4 years ago

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a christmas treat

george weasley x fem!reader

words: 5,243

a/n: a very seasonal one for you,, hope you enjoy !! :)

warnings: swearing , smut , 18+

It had been a drunken mistake. A situation she should never have been in at all. But one final party before the summer break had caused that fateful moment she wished had never occurred. Y/n had been in the library all evening, in a lazy attempt to avoid the Gryffindor party altogether, but decided she would need to return to her dorm at some point.

She’d hoped that maybe they would have calmed a bit now that it was later in the night, but to her dismay the excited shouts sounded the second she reached the common room’s door. With one breath she slipped inside, wanting to pass by the group huddled by the fire unnoticed.

“Hey y/n?” A voice called out.. Her friend Angelina leant over the back of the sofa with a beer in hand and a smile on her face. “You joining us this time?”

“I’m pretty tired, but thanks.”

“Oh come on, you said that last time. It’s the end of term, just have one drink with us?” She pouted, but the girl held her ground and shook her head.

“I have to be up early tomorrow.”

“So do the rest of us!” Lee groaned, “Just stay for an hour then you can escape us again.” He joked. She took the bait, leaving her books on the table and slipping next to Angelina.

She noticed the twins, unfazed by their presence at any sort of party. But she’d never really paid much attention to them, at most times she could barely tell them apart. But with a few drinks in her system, and the need to sleep fading with each one, she noticed one of them in particular. George.

She studied his face subtly as it glowed beside the fire’s light. His was skinnier than Fred’s, with a slightly different jaw shape. His voice was deeper than his brother’s, and she noticed it more as he laughed with disregard for how loud it was and was always the one to start a joke. Then the mole, on the right side of his neck. That was the last thing she noticed before he caught her staring.

But he just did what he always would when someone looked too long, and winked carelessly. Then it was an internal battle not to blush like a child as she quickly looked anywhere but him.

He’d introduced himself not much later while she was pouring herself one last drink before heading up to bed. She’d almost choked at the sound of his voice, surprised that he was taking time to speak to her when he had a whole room of people at his command.

She was drunk, so was he. And she liked the way he smirked and leant down to her from his towering stance. Y/n let him take her ‘somewhere more private’ and fuck her.

That was it. But she reminded herself that he was drunk, so was she.

Nothing more.

So the next day she woke up earlier than the other’s and made her way down to the train alone, in case everyone knew what she’d let that tall redhead do to her the night before. But when they eventually joined her in the carriage, the only questions were about her rushing off so early.

Maybe he was embarrassed, she wondered as the castle went out of view and the lake came in. All that ran through her mind was him, everything she had done was fresh in her memories. So much so that she could barely remember herself being there, if it wasn’t for the hidden bruise he’d left on her shoulder she may have believed it was a dream.

He had felt like a dream.

But he was just drunk, maybe so much so that he had forgotten it all.

It seemed so when they returned after the summer, and he acted as though he’d never even met her that night. So her and the twins remained strangers.

At least until the Christmas break came around.

“I can’t believe they’re making you stay here,” Angelina huffed, often being the first to critique y/n’s muggle parents and their choices.

“It’s just a precaution, I’m fine with them. But when the rest of the family come round, all I want to do is hex them to oblivion.” She laughed.

“It’s wrong though, they’re scared of a witch who isn’t even permitted to do magic outside of the school!”

“It’s only a few weeks, plus I can start studying.”

“Oh good, get all the studying out of the way so we can actually have fun when I get back.” She grinned, snapping her case closed and looking round the room.

“Go, or you’ll miss the carriages.” The girl laughed and pushed her out the door.

“Please don’t spend the whole break alone? And write to me!” She called before rushing out of the common room.

Later that evening she finally did what Angelina had asked of her, both requests. But not quite by choice. She was sitting in the great hall having dinner, the handful of students that remained making it a very peaceful meal. Her hand alternated between eating, flicking the page of her book and writing to Angelina to tell her how boring it was going to be.

She wouldn’t have noticed the two boys in front of her if one of them hadn’t coughed to get her attention. Her eyes looked up, wide and caught off guard as they smiled back with the same face.

“Hello y/n” They said in unison, making it harder yet again to tell them apart.

“You've been left here too?” One of them spoke.

“I don’t mind it,” she said quietly, turning her head back to the book.

Her heart was racing, of course George would tell his brother about the party, she was dumb to think otherwise. But neither of them were letting on about it. Still, they knew her name. He must remember.

“I’m Fred,”

“And I’m George, the better looking one.” He winked, and she froze.

“You okay?” Fred asked, frowning at how she had stopped at the sight of George.

The girl just nodded, resuming her letter to Angelina.

Now it was confusing, she couldn’t tell whether they were pretending to be strangers. Or they actually believed they were. The twins stayed in front of y/n as she carried on her multiple tasks, they didn’t dare interrupt her until she finished her letter and sealed it in the envelope.

“You know we’re the only ones from our year staying here?” Fred told her.

“Oh right, how come you two are here?” She asked them.

“We were hungry,” George said, waving his fork in front of her.

“She means hogwarts you dimwit!” Fred slapped his brother on the head, making y/n giggle sweetly. She had always thought they were annoying, with their pranks and lack of care for anything. But seeing them tease one another, she realised they were in fact quite funny to be around.

“Mother said she’d had enough of cooking for us all, so we’re stuck here this christmas.” Fred explained, not seeming too bothered by his family’s neglect.

“Ron’s here too, and Ginny but I haven’t actually seen her yet.” George frowned, looking round to see if he could spot his little sister.

“Maybe she’s been eaten by that troll hagrid’s hiding in the woods,” Fred said calmly.

“That would be our luck, all mum told us to do was look after Ginny this year.” George groaned, rolling his eyes.

“Back up, a troll?” The girl asked, but both twins just nodded, as if this was known information. “Never mind.”

From then on they sat with her at every meal, always telling her about tricks they would play on the few remaining teachers at the castle. It was four days into the holidays when Fred and George asked her to hang out, a difference to the studying she’d been doing previously.

“We’re heading down to Hogsmeade later, you wanna come with us?”

“You know, seeing as there isn’t really anyone else for you to spend time with,” George had added. The girl still hadn’t figured out whether he remembered the summer party seeing as the only time she saw them was when they were together, but regardless she decided to take Angelina's advice and make some friends.

“Yeah sure,” She closed her book and finished her toast before standing up, “I’ll meet you guys in the common room then?”

It was snowing heavily and y/n was glad she’d put on an extra layer to walk to Hogsmeade, especially when the twins forced her to defend herself from an impromptu snowball fight. Even when she’d hit them both in the face they didn’t give up.

Being away from the castle felt much more fun, even more so with Fred and George taking turns to tease her. Which, surprisingly, she didn’t mind too much. It was never malicious with them, and if they gave it out it was only the rules that they took it too.

They spent the whole afternoon scouring the shops and drinking butterbeer until y/n’s legs felt like jelly and Fred had to give her a piggyback ride up the hill again. Not that he was very trustworthy after him and George raced to see who could drink a pint quicker, five rounds of it.

“Don’t fall asleep y/n,” George had warned as the girl’s head bounced lightly against his brother’s back. “Or Fred will dump you in the shrieking shack!” The girl pretended to be scared, but tried to reach out to push the boy away. Instead she fell off the side of her ride and brought him down with her.

All three of them burst into fits of laughter and spent the next 40 minutes drunkenly trying to complete the 15 minute walk back up to hogwarts. When they finally made it back to the common room, after dodging teachers in the hallway, they fell onto the sofa in front of the fire.

“Fuck, marry, kill…” George started, making y/n and Fred groan in fear of his next few words. “Snape, Lupin, Dumbledore.”

“I think this one might be for you y/n,” Fred laughed.

“Okay,” The girl thought for a second, “right, I would fuck Snape, Marry Lupin… I can’t kill dumbledore though. I’d be evil!”

“You’d FUCK SNAPE?” They cried out in unison, disgusted by her final decision.

“Yeah, I think he’d be a good fuck.” They nearly screamed at what she said. “What…” she laughed, “all that rage has to go somewhere,”

“Stop stop!” George begged, unable to listen any longer. But the girl liked how it bothered him.

“Anyway, I like a deep voice.” She, not really, joked.

Fred started up the hysterics, suddenly unable to stop picturing how Snape would look naked. Something he was not proud of.

“Oh don’t I know it,” George had said.

She hadn’t registered what he’d said, too busy laughing with them both still tipsy from their day in the village. But later on when she sobered up, y/n thought whether George was trying to hint that he did in fact remember everything.

Ron and Harry came down from their dorm room while the older three were still in fits.

“God what happened to you lot,” The twins’ younger brother had called out over the noise, “We can hear you from upstairs.”

“You’ll never guess what y/n said about Snape!” Fred had wheezed out, but was quickly muffled by the other two who decided that both Harry and Ron were too young to know about their game.

“What? I wanna know,” Ron had whined.

“Don’t be so nosy Ron.” George had teased.

“Fred was gonna tell me.” He pointed out, but George kept a tight cover on his twin’s mouth.

“He most definitely will not.”

The two of them left with slumped heads, admitting defeat, and Fred was freed from his temporary prison. He slapped both of his friend’s heads.

“What was that for?” y/n complained.

“I couldn’t breath you idiots.”

They couldn’t help but start laughing again, something which would recur throughout the day until they eventually sobered up before dinner.

Y/n came to terms with the twins and their drinking habits, as it was really the only thing to do to pass the time with so little people around. But when Fred and George were around they always had fun.

The girl watched them whizz about the empty quidditch pitch on their brooms, tossing a ball between themselves. She slipped the flask from her coat and took a sly sip of firewhiskey to keep herself warm. Normally she wouldn’t drink at all, not having done so since the dreaded party where she and George had- you know. But she decided she wanted to do whatever she felt like, it was a rarity.

George flew over, hovering in front of her as she hid the whiskey back in pocket.

“Sure you don’t want a ride?” He raised his eyebrows, he’d been trying to convince her to get on since she’d taken a seat on the stands.

“Not a chance, Weasley, neither you nor Fred are sober enough. I’m precious cargo.” She smiled. The boy’s hair was blown away from his face, held back by the amount of times he’d run his hand through it. She watched his brown eyes sparkle in the winter sun, and was reminded of why he had ever caught her attention in the first place.

“You wanna talk about sobriety eh? Empty your pockets then y/n.” Her stomach filled with butterflies at the sound of his voice speaking her name, but she did as he asked.

“I’ll let you have some if you stop trying to get me on that deathtrap.” The girl sighed and he nodded, taking the flask when she offered it out.

“Nice doing business with you,” He winked and flew off.

The next week went by quickly, and y/n had pretty much forgotten about her worries with George. And now, sooner than any of them had realised, it was Christmas eve. Both twins had burst into the girl’s dorm to drag her out of bed, throwing her around the room until she threatened to vomit on both of them.

“Hurry and get dressed or we’ll miss breakfast.” They called, leaving her dizzy in the middle of the room.

Fred discussed their plans for the day while y/n drank endless cups of coffee, not having the stomach for any food. Not to mention, George had been staring at her for the past 10 minutes, making her too nervous to move much. She much preferred it when she had something stronger to drink.

“I heard from Harry that Ron fancies Hermione,” Fred spoke up, no longer interested in our day's activities. That was very him, he would make a decision then immediately change his mind.

“Well that’s obvious,” George scoffed, having yet another bowl of cereal. She wondered how he could burn off all that he ate. “He’s looks at her with stupid puppy eyes,”

“You have stupid puppy eyes,” The girl joked, earning a look from the twin.

“Oh really?” He laughed. “You practically pout whenever you want something from us?”

“At least it works for me,” I winked, making George choke a bit.

Fred laughed, rarely seeing his brother flustered. They’d discussed crushes before in the past, but y/n had never come up before. He watched the two of them tease one another over the table and thought that they suited each other in reality. Plus, he had never seen George pay as much attention to a girl as he had y/n, even ones that he’d admitted to liking.

That evening had proved Fred’s theory right as they once again sat in front of the fire, the three of them sharing a bottle of y/n’s muggle alcohol. It burnt like hell and tasted like shit, but they had never gotten drunk quicker so decided it was the logical choice.

George had made sure that y/n was warm enough, without expressing too much concern for her that she would notice. Fred had to hide his smug smile as he watched his brother start to flirt shamelessly with their newest friend.

“What do you mean Hogwarts is scary,” He had laughed, “We’re the only things to be feared.” Fred had added.

“And now you’re one of us!”

“As much as that is a very sweet sentiment,” The girl stroked their heads jokingly, like dogs. “But it’s when it’s quiet, like now. My dorm’s just me, and I had the silence. It feels like someone’s always watching.”

“Aww little y/n’s scared.” George had teased, reaching down to tickle the smaller girl. She kicked and wriggled but he was bigger and stronger and could hold her down.

Those hands, holding her arms in place. It almost threw her straight back into the memory of them in secret passageway, him gripping her as he kissed her neck. If it hadn’t been for the tickling, the boys probably would have noticed her shiver at the reminder. But it was lost in their laughter.

It wasn’t long before Fred decided he would give his, slightly older, brother a chance to talk to y/n alone. So he overemphasised his drunken state and wobbled up to bed, leaving the pair by the fire.

They sat in silence for a while, George letting the girl curl into his side as they passed the bottle between them. She watched his hands play with the sofa’s arm nervously and giggled slightly.

“What?” He asked, feeling the need to whisper amongst the silence.

“Nothing,” She dismissed.

“I’ve had fun this holiday,” y/n admitted.

“We have too,” George told her, smiling down sweetly. His top lip curled up ever so slightly, making her blush again like she had done the first time he’d noticed her. “It’s been better than being at home really.” He laughed.

“My family are pretty boring,”

“Oh I can tell,” y/n glared up at him. “I’m kidding darling don’t worry.” Her stomach did multiple flips, not only at the nickname, but at the way he took the arm that was around her shoulder and stroked her cheek. In fact, he didn’t stop. It just became normal after a few seconds, as if he’d always shown her this kind of affection.

“Why didn’t you go home this year?” He asked y/n.

“My parents are muggles, as you know,” she raised the bottle with a gentle laugh “they don’t quite get magic.”

“Oh right,” he was truly invested in her as she spoke, taking in every word with genuine interest.

“They were worried I would let slip to the rest of the family when they came to stay, and well, they haven’t really told anyone else about me.” y/n felt ashamed to be telling George about her family in such a negative way.

“That’s a shame,”

“I don’t mind, they’re just careful people.”

“Still, they should be proud. Not everyone can be a witch,” He laughed.

“I’ve had more fun here anyways, so I won’t complain.” She leant her head on him for a few minutes, watching the flame from the fire disappear over time.

“Can I ask you something?” George suddenly said, making her stiffen up. She just nodded.

“Do you remember, before the summer break, there was a party here?” It was the moment she had been dreading ever since the night itself.

“Uh, yes I do actually.” she gave in, seeing no point in lying to him.

“And you can remember us going off to-”

“Yes George,” she cut him off, embarrassed that she had never mentioned it to him.

“I never told anyone about it,” He told her, making the girl relax ever so slightly. “I didn’t want to just in case you were embarrassed.”

“Thanks, I wasn’t embarrassed as such. Just more scared, that you’d think it was a mistake.” Admittedly she had felt the same, but only because she presumed he would’ve never gone for her had he been sober.

“Why would you think that?” He asked.

“Come on George, we’re different.” The boy had always appreciated how she said his name, and even now it made him giddy with happiness. “You’re friends with every Gryffindor, and they all adore you. I would much rather have my head in a book all day every day.”

“Unless me and Fred are involved.” He wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah well that’s different,”

“Different how?”

“You two are fun,” she admitted.

“And everyone else isn’t?” He smirked.

“You know what I mean, it’s just different.”

“Because of me and Fred? Or… just me?”

She watched his face as he studied hers, taking a deep breath as she rolled her eyes.

“You’re only saying all this because you’re drunk,” y/n scoffed, getting up to leave but he took her hand and kept her sat down.

“Maybe, but that doesn't mean I haven’t been thinking about it.”

His eyes were deep and made the girl’s heart tense as he spoke genuinely. “I thought you hated me after that party, so I just never bothered you. Until Fred decided to befriend you, and then I got to know you and realised why I introduced myself that night.”

“Because you wanted to fuck me?” She watched his face get closer but remained unfazed, refusing to move away from him.

“Of course, but also because you’re beautiful and quiet. Not to mention I’d had a thing for you ever since first year, but you were always in the library and I never got that chance to know you well enough.” He explained softly, their faces now dangerously close.

George glanced down at her lips and y/n couldn’t help but blush.

“I should go to bed,” She whispered, not moving closer or further away.

“Yes you should.” He pulled back with a smirk, seeing her finally let out a much needed breath of air. “Don’t get too creeped out tonight,” He teased as she stood up and walked round the back of the sofa leaning down to kiss the top of his head.

“Come keep me company then you fool,”

With that y/n left, her footsteps going up to her dorm and into the room. George waited exactly a minute after the door shut, counting the seconds one by one. It felt like a lifetime until he reached 60, but then he stood up and smiled to himself. He made his way up the tower, one step at a time to try and make her wait a tiny bit longer. Ignoring the fact that he had been wanting to have his way with y/n ever since that night all those months ago. Having her around had been a joy, but it made his desire grow every time she smiled at him with those lips he couldn’t forget the feeling of.

The lips he noticed first when he opened up the door, not bothering to knock. She was sitting on her bed, just a nightdress on, waiting for him.

“God you’re gorgeous.” He had groaned, promptly closing the door behind him and taking off his shirt.

Y/n struggled not to drag him down as he stood over her body, his abs completely mesmerising her. She knew quidditch was good for something.

“You gonna stand there all night?” She teased.

“No, I’m gonna fuck you like I’ve been wanting to all month.” This time she couldn’t help but gasp at how his words made her feel, her thighs clenching together as a reflex.

George pushed them apart as he climbed on top of her, pressing a leg between her own two. Making the girl moan out at his mercy.

“You’re desperate aren’t you?” She nodded, giving him those perfect eyes he’d been teasing her about only that morning. He dragged his fingers over her face, lifting her chin up so he could run them down her neck. This simple action antagonised the girl, who struggled not to beg for him with each finger slowly gripping her tighter.

Soon he was squeezing, making her moan out effortlessly.

“Hmmm, I love those noises baby.” She could barely hold herself back from pushing herself against his thigh, that remained propped between her legs. It felt like heaven to be touched by him again, and she kept her head held back in ecstasy.

“Please George,” she whispered to him, although there was no real need for them to stay quiet. He slowly moved his mouth to her ear, kissing below it and making her jolt with pleasure.

“What is it darling?”

“Please touch me,”

He took the hand from her neck and pushed her down flat onto the mattress.

“Strip” he demanded, watching her closely discard her nightdress and throw it to the ground. George let her eye him up as he took off his trousers, finally revealing the extent of his bulge as it pressed tight against his boxers.

Y/n could feel it against her pussy as he moved back on top of her, her neck being sucked hard by the boy. He loved the way she reacted to every touch, every finger that ghosted her body, and every kiss placed upon her. It all garnered a gentle moan. George wanted to hear it more and more, he felt entranced by her noises and internally begged for it to never stop.

He pushed himself against her pussy, rubbing slowly with no rhythm to catch her off guard, which god it did. Y/n was all his in that moment, letting herself be whatever George needed as he teased her to the edge. Her breath held as the boy took two fingers and ran them from her neck, freeing her from that euphoric feeling just to replace it with yet another as he slipped them between her folds. Y/n threw her head back, unable to control herself as he played around with her, slipping one finger in and out.

His other hand propped his body up, his biceps big and tensed near her head. She reached up and gripped his arm, moaning out as he pushed in yet another finger inside her, knuckle deep.

“You’re perfect darling,” He told her, “I would have given anything to hear these noises weeks ago.” His voice was deeper than usual, almost a growl as he removed himself from her completely. She whined slightly, making him smirk with how powerless she was.

George reached down to pull out his cock, causing the girl to yet again almost choke. She was amazed at how thick it was. She could feel it perfectly in her memory, but it had been a while and she’d never really gotten a chance to see it in all its glory.

But now there it was, thick and big and waiting to be thrusted inside her. She locked eyes with the boy towering over her body as he teased her with his tip.

“Please George,” She begged, “Please.” Her grip was back on his arm, tightening as he pushed inside. He was drunk on power as she begged for him, begged for him to fuck her even better than he had done months ago.

“Relax baby,” He whispered, pushing it all the way in. The sound that y/n made was nothing short of a scream, finally feeling him all the way in. Her pussy was dripping wet, and gripping onto George’s cock like it was going to be taken away.

The boy pounded into her like he’d been wanting to, ruthlessly and all the while he kept a hand tight around her neck. He thought about how good she made him feel, how small she was compared to him. He loved being able to throw her around and use her as he pleased. But most of all, he loved that she enjoyed it too.

“G-george, George I’m gonna-” Her pussy tightened, making George falter slightly but he didn’t dare stop when she was this tight. Instead he thrusted faster, an animalistic pace, making her scream so much louder than he’d ever heard. Then he felt himself get closer, just from the way her body reacted and he chased that high within her.

“Cum inside me, please.” She begged breathlessly, struggling to keep her eyes open. But when George finally let loose in her pussy, she couldn’t help but widen her eyes in the pleasure of it.

The boy fell to her side, his head resting on the pillow beside her as he caught his breath back slowly. She watched him brush his hair from his face and sigh happily.

“What are you looking at?” George asked, wrapping an arm around her naked body and rubbing his hand against her side.

“I just think you look very cute,” She giggled, high from the feeling of him.

“I fucked you like that, and you call me cute?” He huffed, half joking.

“I can do what I like now, you like me.” She teased him.

“Come on, I’m gonna get enough teasing from Fred when we tell him. I don’t need it from you too.” He groaned.

The next morning, Christmas day, the pair were rudely awoken from their pleasant sleep by Fred bursting into the room.

“I knew it! I could’ve bet good money on you two!” He shouted, shaking his brother as if he hadn’t already heard him come in.

Y/n groaned and rolled under the covers.

“Come on lazy get up,” Fred pulled George out of bed and onto the floor, groaning at his naked brother.

“Good thing you got George before me,” Y/n called out from beneath the covers.

“Get dressed you idiots, there’s presents downstairs let's go!” Fred ran off again, leaving his brother to pull on some clothes. He leant down to pull the covers from y/n’s face.

She felt him place a kiss on her cheek and she giggled at the cold air.

“You getting up?” He asked, passing her a jumper to pull on. She nodded silently, rubbing her head. “Hungover?”

“A little,” She blushed at his messy hair.

“I’ll carry you then,”

The girl put on some pajama shorts and held her arms out for George to lift her off the ground. He groaned happily and took her down to the common room to find Harry and Ron already opening gifts sent from Mrs Weasley. Ginny came racing down not long after, begging Fred to give over her presents.

“These ones are for you y/n,” Harry said when she was plonked on the sofa, warmed by the fire’s heat.

“Thanks Harry,” She looked down at the tag on the packages.

Hope you’ve had a good holiday darling, see you in the summer!

Y/n had spent the best holiday anyone could ask for with her two best friends, and couldn’t imagine having to leave them when the summer came around. She frowned, but the boy with his arm still on her waist saw the note before she could unwrap anything.

“You’ll have to come home with us next summer, not a chance am I letting your parents steal you away.” He joked, but his offer was sincere. She never had to worry about George hiding her away like her parents had done.

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iwritefanficsnottragedies · 4 years ago

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Fred Weasley

Request: None

Prompt: "My mum asked about you again"

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Forgotten in a corner of the library, their books and parchments scattered all over the table, 4 students were restlessly doing their homework.

"Can't this be done already?" one of them broke the silence, so sudden it startled the others. "Bloody hell, it's been over 3 hours!"

"We're almost done, Ron, no need to get so loud," Hermione scoffed, "besides, you barely did anything."

"I assume Hermione and I could finish it in the morning. It's getting quite late and Madam Pince isn't looking quite fondly at us," (Y/N) sighed, feeling her eyelids heavy.

A yawn from Ron made Hermione groan. "I doubt we'd get much done tonight anyway, let's just go then."

Not long after, the 4 of them found themselves on the nearly empty halls of Hogwarts, on their way to the Gryffindor common room. They walked in silence, the tiredness from a full day finally getting the best of all of them. That is, until Ron broke the silence once more.

"(Y/N)," he said, making the (H/C) girl turn her head, "are you sure you don't want to come over for Christmas?"

"No, Ron, it's alright. I don't wanna be a bother," (Y/N) smiled kindly at the ginger.

"Nonsense! You know mum loves to have you over and i wouldn't have asked if I didn't want you there."

"Plus me and Ginny could use some more girl company around, we need all the help to stop these two from getting in trouble," Hermione added. She playfully pushed (Y/N)'s shoulder, making them both chuckle for a bit, time in which Harry finally broke his silence.

"And I'm sure theres someone else who'd love to have you there," he muttered in a whisper soft enough that only Ron heard him over the laughter of the girls. He elbowed Harry, shooting him a warning glance. The brunet shrugged, but kept silent all the same.

"See?" the youngest Weasley boy started, "you have to come. My mum's gonna kill us if we destroy something again. And i do mean anything."

"I'll... I'll think about it," (Y/N) offered shyly. As much as she wanted to go, she felt like she would intrude. But there was something really pushing her to go. Or rather someone...

After a while, the girls were settled in their beds, ready to sleep, or at least (Y/N) was. Hermione seemed to be in the mood for a bit of an interrogation.

"So what's the real reason you don't wanna come?" the young witch asked.

(Y/N) laid quiet for a moment, unsure of the answer herself. She reflected silently. Her parents were more than willing to let her spend Christmas at the Burrow, her closest friends would be there. So why was she refusing really? She didn't have a reason other than the feeling that a certain brother of Ron's, Fred, to be more specific, didn't want her around.

It all started during her visit the previous summer. The holiday was coming to an end and Harry had just arrived at The Burrow. The younger Weasleys, Hermione and (Y/N) spent most of their time together till that point, but when Harry arrived, his 3 best friends spent the rest of the evening with him. Catching up, making jokes and whatnot. Night fell quickly and while the other 3 weren't as tired, (Y/N) managed to fall asleep, right on Harry. They didn't have the heart to bother her until Fred woke up, coming downstairs.

"I should take her upstairs" the twin said, making the others turn to him.

"No, it's ok. I don't mind it," Harry smiled, his arm resting around (Y/N).

"Nonsense," Fred scowled, not leaving Harry any room for protest, before scooping (Y/N)'s sleeping figure off the bed and carrying her to Ginny's room.

The next day, (Y/N) woke up surprised to find herself in bed and even more surprised to find out Fred was the one who brought her there. She went to thank him, finding him eating breakfast, but he barely acknowledged her.

"No worries," he nodded, not even glancing up from his plate.

And from then on, what was quite a beautiful friendship turned into distance between the 2. (Y/N) never understood, Fred never gave her time to ask.

The (H/C) girl was brought back from memory lane by Hermione's words.

"Will you answer before I die of old age please?"

"I don't know what to tell you, Hermione. I don't have an actual reason."

But Hermione knew better than that. It was with good reason she was comsidered the brightest witch of her age.

"I'm sure Fred wouldn't mind if you'd come. And even if he does, the rest of us want you to come. So please, change your mind. Please? For me at least?" The brown haired girl begged.

(Y/N) smiled. She knew her best friend would put her thoughts into words better than herself. But she still felt bad. After all, she didn't even know what she did.

"I don't know, Hermione, I don't wanna make empty promises."

The room fell into silence soon after, both girls too tired to go on.

The next day came and went faster than expected, and soon dinner was served. With Hermione's words from the previous mind still on her mind, (Y/N) realised she haven't seen Fred the entire day. She scanned The Great Hall for him, but there was still no sign of the redhead.

"Where could he be?" she wondered, seeing his twin a few chairs away, seemingly not missing his brother.

Her question got answered shortly afterwards though, when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"May I speak with you?" Fred asked.

(Y/N) nodded and hurried to follow Fred, who was already halfway out the door. She followed him to their common room, not making a sound.

Fred sat down on a couch, motioning for (Y/N) to sit next to him.

"My mum asked about you again," he said. "She wants to know why you arent coming over for Christmas."

"Oh, it's just... you already have guests and there would be so many people, i don't wanna be a b-"

"I talked to Hermione," he intervened,"She told me why you don't want to come."

(Y/N) blushed, that meant he knew he's the sole reason. And the sad tone in his voice only made the girl feel worse.

"I don't wanna be there if it troubles you in any way."

"It doesn't, (Y/N), and I'm sorry if that's the impression I gave you." For the first time in months, Fred turned his head to look (Y/N) in her eyes. "I promise you, that's not it, I'd love it if you'd come."

"Looks like quite the opposite to me," (Y/N) frowned.

Fred let out a puff of air as he looked down at his hands. He knew well how he's been acting with (Y/N) these past few months. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was ready to flee even then from the room, go away, as far away as possible from the younger girl. Poor (Y/N) had no idea how hard it has been for Fred. Keeping himself away from someone he actually cares about was just as hurtful for him as it was for her. But he couldn't let himself fall into unrequited feelings. He remembered when things started to change.

It was the end of July and they were all home at the Burrow, when someone knocked on their door. He opened it to reveal a sun-kissed (Y/N), with a big smile on her face, a smile that gave him butterflies. Her eyes shinning bright, her rosy cheeks, everything about her, it changed everything for him. The child- his little brother's best friend- had disappeared and instead there stood (Y/N) in a whole new light, transformed into a guilty dream, an innocent desire for romance, all with one look. She hugged him and for a moment he wasn't at the Burrow anymore. He was in his own mind-made world, just for the two of them. The moment lingered for a just a bit, not nearly enough, and he was abruptly brought to reality by Ginny's excited screams, by the loss of (Y/N)'s arms around him as she hurried to Ginny.

Fred wanted more moments like these. He spent his summer longing for them, doing everything in his power to get them. Day by day, he grew more fond of (Y/N), day by day he observed her, gazed at her like she was a piece of art, never to be touched.

One evening, after the house had quieted down, Fred and his mum cleaned up after dinner in amiable silence for a while until she broke the silence. "Young love," she said, looking up at him, "it is the sweetest of all."

"Hmm?" Fred turned to face his mother.

"I know my children, Fred, and I watch over them. A mother's eyes see things others can't."

Fred continued to look at Molly, unsure of what she was talking about.

"Go talk to her, Fred, you can't just watch her like she's gonna fall into your arms." His mother laughed, but her son was far from laughter.

He froze as realisation dawned upon him. That was it. Infatuation. He had fallen for (Y/N) and he'd fallen hard. And oh, how his dreams shattered now, as it all turned to reality. His little dream was now this cruel world and he couldn't bring it here.

His thoughts wandered for some time before he heard Molly's voice, loud enough to bring the whole house downstairs.

"Harry, dear!"

It was a few hours later and Fred couldn't sleep. (Y/N) wouldn't leave his mind, but not in the same fairytale way it did before. Concerns about what he could do, what she would do if she knew- all of these imagined scenes kept him restless and wide awake.

Maybe a glass of water would help, he thought and so he made his way downstairs. And what he saw made his stomach hurt just enough to be a bother. He knew Harry and (Y/N) better than to think anything of it, but someone touching her, being so close to her, someone who isn't him, pained him.

"Bloody jealousy."

"Jealousy? Who are you jealous of?" (Y/N) asked in confusion, bringing Fred out of his thoughts. Fred swallowed dryly, realising he'd said that out loud. He didn't know if now was the right time to share his feelings or not.

Luckily for him, a commotion could be heard very close by and soon the door to the common room swung open.

"Fred!" He heard his twin brother yelling his name, giving him a chance to swallow his feelings just a little longer.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), i gotta go. But please reconsider coming over for Christmas. I'd love it if you would join us."

And with that he exited the room, leaving (Y/N) as confused as ever and he, conflicted and at odds with himself. But it could wait. He had waited until then, what's a few more days, weeks, months. Perhaps it would pass...

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billsfangearring · 3 years ago

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[Rec List] The Wolfstar Yearbook: 2007

Happy Friday! I’ve selected and reviewed what I consider to be the five best, most memorable Wolfstar fics completed in 2007.

Fics Reviewed:

A bright particular star by torch

The centre cannot hold by @kaydeefalls

Combat Rock by @trailingoff

Map of the Problematique (D.M.L.E. Evidentiary File 142-3b.) by SullenSiren (lorax)

The Problem with Perfection by carmine_ink

Reviews below the cut. My other Wolfstar rec lists can be found here.

Context: July 2007 was an exciting (and exhausting) month for HP fans—the “Order of the Phoenix” movie came out on the 11th, and Deathly Hallows published on the 21st. I attended the midnight releases of both and read the book in a single sitting after I woke up the next morning. Those of you who were old enough to have done the same will remember how thrilling it all was! On top of the bittersweet feeling of the series ending, Wolfstar fans were also faced with the double whammy of watching Sirius’s death on the big screen and reading of Remus’s passing ten days later. It was an emotional rollercoaster of a month for me, at least.

Disclaimers:

My selections are based on my subjective taste and what I personally have read. YMMV.

I have done my best to flag potential triggers. Please let me know if I missed something.

I did not consider non-magical/modern AUs for this post, though I do read and enjoy them.

A bright particular star by torch

Length: 24,700 words

Era: Hogwarts

POV: Remus

Summary: Remus and Sirius celebrate their last Christmas at Hogwarts.

My Review: Reading “A bright particular star” feels like wrapping yourself up in a fuzzy blanket with a cup of tea in the winter—it’s a warm, slow fic filled with snow and fudge and knitwear. It has a bit of a dreamlike quality while remaining grounded in the beautifully fleshed out world of Hogwarts during the holidays, and torch includes lots of little details that bring to mind all of the whimsy and wonder of canon. Remus and Sirius are an authentic balance of mutual ribbing and tender care, and I love how their friendship gently slips into romance and intimacy without fanfare or drama. I also have to give a shoutout to the motherly yet sly Madam Pomfrey, whose potions, ointments, and creams make it all possible.

Vibe: Cozy Christmas with a happy ending.

Illustrative Quote: He lay curled against Sirius, close enough that they were breathing on each other; their knees bumped together, and Sirius once again had one hand around Remus's wrist, as though even in sleep he was planning to tug Remus along into some mischief or other.

The centre cannot hold by kaydeefalls

Note(s): This fic is Remus/Sirius and James/Lily.

Length: 2,151 words

Era: First War

POV: Remus and Lily

Summary: Wherein the war keeps getting worse and Remus probably isn't the spy.

My Review: “The centre cannot hold” is a beautiful but achingly sad First War fic that’s told in a series of alternating vignettes from Lily and Remus’s lives. Lily chafes at being relegated to a housewife role while James and his friends are out fighting, and her frustration about how she was meant to do more than solely be a mother echoes my own feelings about her character in canon and fanon. Remus knows his friends don’t trust him at this point, but there isn’t any way to prove his innocence. Sirius’s words in the final scene are an absolute gut punch as a reader who knows what’s coming, because you can see both what Sirius meant and Remus understood in the moment and how Remus will reinterpret what Sirius said after Halloween.

Vibe: Crumbling hope with a bittersweet ending.

Illustrative Quote: Remus wonders when the things left unsaid began to mean more in his relationship with Sirius than the words actually spoken.

Combat Rock by trailingoff

Note(s): This fic is written in third person POV, though the summary suggests otherwise.

Content Warning(s): minor alcohol abuse, minor drug use, homophobia, violence

Length: 4,689 words

Era: First War

POV: Remus and Sirius

Summary: We don’t know how to fight for what we want.

My Review: “Combat Rock” is one of those bleak, shattering First War fics that stay with you. Framed around The Clash’s eponymous album, this fic pulls no punches on characterization and the realities of wartime. Remus and Sirius are both deeply flawed and repressed in their own ways; Sirius in particular can be both transparent and difficult to read, loving yet standoffish, and desperate but emotionless, and his inconsistencies feel very realistic for how I’d imagine a closeted gay teenager thrust into a war in the 1970s would behave. The war itself is brutal and brings out the darkness lurking in our protagonists. trailingoff’s writing style in this fic is spare and relies heavily on dialogue, echoing the boys’ numbness from the war.

Vibe: Empty survival with a hopeless ending.

Illustrative Quote: Sirius was nothing but a blade by then, Dumbledore’s scythe, and Remus was barely anything at all.

Map of the Problematique (D.M.L.E. Evidentiary File 142-3b.) by SullenSiren (lorax)

Note(s): The numbered section headers are links to readable images of each house rule from the complete set in the first image, and they’re essential for you to fully experience the story.

Length: 15,293 words

Era: First War

POV: Multiple

Summary: "He's going to make it a RULE." Before they went their separate ways, Moony, Padfoot, Prongs, and Wormtail shared a flat. The flat had rules. This is how it went.

My Review: “Map of the Problematique” captures the gradual demise of the Marauders during the First War through a series of vignettes related to the house rules they accumulate over the years. Everything’s fun and games at the beginning, but they’re forced to grow up quickly as they’re drawn deeper into the war. Remus and Sirius come together but don’t really talk, and the things left unsaid between all four boys ultimately eat away at their bond. Even the rules, full of lighthearted taunts early on, become sharper with thinly veiled mistrust as things fall apart. The Marauders and Lily feel so young and alive yet angry and silently terrified before they slip into indifference as a coping mechanism. lorax nails their characterizations, especially Peter’s, capturing his subtly shifting loyalties while making it very clear why the others still viewed him as one of their most trusted friends.

Vibe: Slow shattering with a painful ending.

Illustrative Quote: Sirius didn’t know how to be sorry enough, and Remus didn’t know how to forgive enough to forget, or how to forget enough to forgive.

The Problem with Perfection by carmine_ink

Length: 2,343 words

Era: Hogwarts

POV: Remus

Summary: Sirius tries to convince a rather awkward and pining Remus to go for a swim.

My Review: I’ll be honest—“The Problem with Perfection” is an extremely me-specific selection. As someone who grew up in the water, a story about teens awkwardly ogling each other at the pool feels deeply familiar, and this list needed some sun anyway. Remus is completely overcome by the vision that is Sirius in the pool—the boy is just gone—and his despairing internal monologue is hilarious. The dialogue is quick, except when Remus is too busy drowning in lust to come up with a witty retort. Sirius is cocky, observant, and seductive, and the whole story sizzles with heat.

Vibe: Summer swooning with a happy ending.

Illustrative Quote: Remus only tries to maintain his composure for a matter of seconds before he lets it collapse in hormonal rivulets around the tips of his fingers, which tighten around the edge of the pool.

#wolfstar yearbook #wolfstar #remus x sirius #fic recs #remus lupin #sirius black #hp #harry potter #bfe fic recs

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butterbeerblurbs · 4 years ago

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tired but never of you (f.w.)

💌 : when you look tired and fred can sense it, he does what he does best. stealing you away from the crowd and self-care freddie activates.

📝 word count: 2,618 words / fred weasley x reader / 🌸 a fluffy mess

💬: just... live with me thru this guys 🤡

after numerous hours of studying and days of all-nighters, you finally had room to breathe again. It was nearly a couple more days before christmas break and boy oh boy you were excited to get a long week full of rest ahead. (though, you doubt you’d be able to squeeze in a week, maybe a day or two. mindful that you’d be spending christmas with fred and his family back in the burrow)

as you decide what to wear for a night out, there’s a knock on your door. angelina announces she’ll go answer and you reply with a mindless thank you as you stare yourself in the mirror, debating between two outfits on hangers over your body. with a small pout, unsure of which to choose, you hear the door closing and you call out to-”angelina, could you help me choose?”

you remain looking at your reflection, and when it feels longer than the usual time angelina takes to rush to you, you’re greeted with-”would freddie be alright?” you flinch at the pair of arms that sneak around your waist and you gasp as fred pops his head over your shoulder, grinning at you through the mirror.

your elbow nudges him playfully, getting him to move but he refuses, only squeezing you tighter, “you cheeky prat,” you huff at him, only to literally have heart eyes sparkling at him as he smiles at you with such warmth it’s making your heart full.

“hey there, beautiful,” fred murmurs, pressing a kiss to your lips, earning himself a satisfied smile from you. he pecks your lips a couple more times until he’s satisfied, moving himself away to sit on your bed as he watches you get dressed. you turn around to face him, now making him decide since he probably shooed angelina out of her shared dorm with you (as fred weasley would).

“help me choose, freddie? which one looks better?”

the boy snorts, “neither. maybe consider your pajamas?”

your brows knit together, face scrunching in confusion, “love, we’re going to the three broomsticks,”

“yeah,” he nods, leaning back into your pillow as he stares at you, “but you should be going to bed,”

he watches as you take a couple of seconds to process his words, before you groan and roll your eyes at him. you decide to go with your first option - a black velvet turtleneck dress paired with a white wool duffle jacket, shoving the other into the closet. fred makes himself known as he pulls your shirt off your body, staring at you through the mirror.

“c’mon, love, you know i think you look gorgeous everyday, anytime - even now! but you look like you got hit by a train,”

you nod a couple of times, a little preoccupied with getting dressed, half-ignoring him, “yeah? do i?”

he nods firmly, arms crossed in front of his chest, “absolutely. like the train dragged you for a few rounds to reach hogwarts and decided to keep going, too,”

“you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you, weasley?” you huff at him, blowing your fringe from your face as you grab ahold of your shedded clothes and shove them into the laundry basket. as you gather your hair to the side, fred smirks at your back exposed in front of him. but when you frown at him at the mirror at his lack of helpfulness, he decides to play later and helps to zip you up.

before you can reach for your jacket, he smoothen his palms on your waist, reeling you in as you make grabby hands at-”i want my jacket, freddie!”

“and i want you to stay in with me,” he tuts, spinning you around and locking you in front of him, not letting you budge even when you hit his chest playfully.

“y/n, you hadn’t had proper sleep the past few days. you promised you’d sleep as soon as christmas break rolls around,” he frowns, swaying you back and forth and he watches as the small movement is already driving you to sleep. yet, you keep your feet grounded, snaking your arms around his neck and pulling him down so you can kiss him. he’s a little surprised, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t enjoy it as he reciprocates the kiss, pressing his lips deeper against yours and relishes in the soft mewl he swallows from your lips.

before he can go any further, you push him back enough for you to have space to snatch your jacket, rushing out the door in a hurry; not bothering to check if fred is coming after you. but the rummaging from behind you, followed by loud thuds, already indicate fred is running.

“hey! at least change into your boots first! your feet are going to be ice before we even get there!”

“it’s not too late to back out now, y/n,” fred whispers into your ear as the whole lot of you make your way together. george and angelina were taking lead in the front, followed by katie, jordan and oliver in the middle and the pair of you were in the back. you squeeze fred’s hand in his pocket, hissing at him, “you can’t be serious! i got dressed for this!”

he presses a kiss to your temple, swinging your hand back and forth as much as he can despite being confined in his pocket, almost child-like it’s making you giggle, “and you look absolutely gorgeous! but you would also look much better if you had some sleep,”

“why do i feel like you don’t want me to have fun?” you pout at him, and he huffs, “hey, that’s not fair and you know it. you know how much fun we can have together,-”yep, no lie there. sometimes, you and fred alone caused more havoc than fred and his twin. that statement is a lot coming from most people-”-it’s just, you know, love. i’d want to have fun with you when i know you’re enjoying it too,”

“but it feels wrong to miss this,” you whisper this time, and fred leans down a little so you wouldn’t need to reach him with much effort, “we won’t see them in a bit and i promised i’d come. didn’t want to be a downer,”

“love,” he calls out, earning a huh as you look up to him. he sneaks in a kiss to your lips, grinning at how you blink at him profusely before you register what he had done the thing he’s done countless of times before, “you can never be a downer. have you seen yourself?”

your mouth opens to respond and you swear you see fred about to lean in to shut you up but-“oi! lovebirds! try to keep up, yeah?” george hollers as they’re a good distance away, seeing there’s already enough snow to cast between you and your friends. you yank your hand along with fred’s out of said boy’s jacket, pulling him to follow your lead, “coming!” you only laugh as you hear him yelp, trying to keep up at your sudden spurt of energy.

the place was already packed with people but it wasn’t a surprise to any of you. of course it would be, nearing a time like christmas and all friends would be on their different ways (except a couple), but the vast majority would be. so it wasn’t a surprise a lot of friend groups would try to sneak in one last meet up like the ones you had with your friends (and boyfriend, and boyfriend’s brother).

drinks were poured and downed, a couple of bites here and there but a shared feeling of comfort and belonging. secrets being exchanged, chatters of what happens within the castle, out of the castle - the works. it’s a cogwheel of how the group functions - all in good fun, mutual excitement and trust that what is said here would stay here.

it’s been a little over an hour and a half since the group started getting loose and shaking off the nerves of the semester ending, buzzing for the holiday soon arriving. fred would enjoy it without a thought as well but seeing how the light alcohol is getting the best of you, lulling a bit here and there in the midst of loud chatter, leaning against him for support, he decides to call it a night. especially when there’s a lack of response coming from you.

it captures the group’s attention as they watch how your cheek is pressed to fred’s arm, though, seeming like you’re trying your hardest. fred has puppy eyes as he stares at your sleeping figure against him and he can’t help but allow his heart to swell at the sight.

“i’m always fascinated by this,” katie snorts, earning a nod of approval from oliver, “i’d say. truly, the only person who can tame the wild fred weasley,”

fred exhales deeply and as he wiggles his brows to your group of friends, they already know what’s to come. “well, we’ll be taking our leave now,”

“just make sure you don’t lock me out,” angelina chastises, remembering the night fred did that by “accident” and she had to snooze off in the common room. “you’re welcome to join me, if he does!” george calls out, earning a fake look of disgust from angelina before she decides to laugh it off.

the short yet loud interaction between george and angelina jolts you awake with a yes?, snapping out of your slumber almost instantly. your lips quickly zip shut as you notice how all eyes are now on you, and fred is like your shield, willing to bat away any takers to tease you. before they can, however, fred is reminded of the many reasons why he loves you. a joke, is something you can take, never making it an awkward situation on anyone. (unless necessary)

“good morning, your highness,” george coos, and you grin sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck, “good day, sire!”

“had a good rest?” katie chuckles, reaching out to playfully mess with your hair. you managed a small yawn, covering your mouth with your hand, shaking your head, “could’ve been better. this place is too loud for a nap,”

the group erupts with a small round of laughter before fred pulls you up with him, preparing yourselves to exit. it’s not after a quick moment for you to say goodbye to everyone and wish them a good break (including george, who he reminds you he’ll be with you during the break because you’re going to stay at his house, as a matter of fact his room too with freddie that it makes you blush before laughing it off). once that is done, fred quickly snatches you away and the pair of you make your way back to the dorms.

fred keeps your hand warm together with his in the pocket of his jacket, idly humming the walk back. it’s peaceful, being in fred’s presence and the way he checks on you every now and then to make sure you’re still walking, doing his best in creating conversations with you so it actively keeps you up. your heart feels all sorts of things, mainly love as you stare at fred’s side profile.

when he catches you staring, he can’t help but tease.

“enjoying the view there? might want to look where you’re going, love,” he says quietly, yet, seeing there’s no affect on you as he effectively dodges anything that’s coming your way, guiding you to a safe path. when he sees your eyes aren’t shifting from him, he’s full on laughing, enjoying the attention he’s receiving.

“hello? is my girlfriend still awake? may i ask the reason why she’s staring at me and not saying a word?”

“she’s... enjoying the view,” fred swears he feels his heart almost leaping out of his chest when he glances to see her smiling so wide, her eyes dissolve to mini crescents. he stops walking and it grants her to do the same. he grabs onto her shoulders and gives her a light shake, “woman, you can’t be this adorable even when you’re sleepy. choose one,”

this was a coded question for: “are we going to have fun tonight? or sleep?” (though, you know fred already knows the answer as they line the under of your eyes, another yawn escaping softly).

“sleep, please,”

“yes, ma’am.”

you think in your past life, you must’ve saved an entire kingdom to be with fred. (no doubt, he’d say the same thing about you, if not double up and say two kingdoms but these are your thoughts and he can’t possibly argue with you in your mind). still, you think it’s very much true when fred patiently undresses you and redresses you in your sleeping clothes - a loose sweater and joggers, followed by a t-shirt underneath because it gets a bit more chilly as the night transcends.

now bundled up in the covers, in his arms, his warmth, scent and his voice is the perfect recipe to lull you to sleep.

before you do, though, you’re staring at him and that’s when fred says: “you’ve done so well, y/n. get some sleep, hm?”

“this is so unfair,” you whisper under your breath, staring at the way he adores and is amused at the same time. he decides not to show it as much, only squeezing you around him as he stares down at you, allowing you to let your train of thought escape your mouth as you fall into deep slumber. “you can’t be that handsome, that clever and love me that much... you’re...” there’s a small yawn that captures fred’s heart even more “...absolutely... bonkers...”

fred only snorts quietly, watching as your eyelids flutter shut and you’re dozing off pretty quick from all the all-nighters and lost sleep due to papers and assignments. not only were you trying to be on top of your grades, he recollects how you’ve helped him as well, which he was very grateful for. his eyes remain on you as you get the rest you truly deserve, his hand coming up to brush your hair from your face and he stares at you lovingly.

you were unfair, too, he thinks. you, the person who accepted him fully for who he is and encourages him to chase for his dreams, willing to be by his side regardless of what happened. you, who was insanely patient with him, yet, took no bull and gave him the honest pill he needed from time to time. you, who came into his life like the light he’d been searching for in the dark, only to get blinded once he was within reach. when he was in your heart, however, his days have been warm ever since.

as you snuggle up against him, arms gingerly wrapped by his torso and resting your face to his chest, fred smiles at the thought he’s able to return the gesture you’ve done to him. his eyes close after a while, hoping to see you in his dreams as well.

as he's halfway drifting into sleep, he hears a soft murmur of freddie... that makes him smile, certain his smile would still be there when he wakes.

#fred weasley #fred weasley fanfics #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley fic #fred weasley imagines #harry potter fanfics #harry potter stories #harry potter scenarios #harry potter fred weasley #fluff #i know there's this thing where the stairs to the girls dorm are probably enchanted and boys can't go up #but i'm going based off that they can go to each other's dorms ;w;#aaaand that y/n and angelina share a dorm #and fred and george share a dorm hehe #OK THATS ALL GOOD NIGHT #:D

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lilahisntsadanymore · 3 years ago

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We're the black sheep

Chapter Seven

Masterlist of the fanfic

Pairing: Sirius Black x reader

Words count: 3k

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Y/n spent the Christmas break with Circe and Owen in the Ainsworth manor. Owen's parents were on a trip to their cozy cabin in Norway, so the teenagers had the house to themselves. Evenings were the best, because the girls were playing on a grand piano that stood in the living room, while Owen was drawing some quidditch tactics in his notebook. He always sat on an armchair, nearby the piano because the music helped him focus.

Y/n was trying to keep herself busy most of the time, because in every 'free' moment she caught herself thinking about Sirius. Where did he spend Christmas? How did he spend Christmas? Was he alright? He was often on Y/n's mind, she missed him a lot. That one argue was a mistake.

One evening, the electricity went off. It kind of scared the three friends. Now the only source of light was the fireplace that was in front of Owen's armchair.

"Bloody hell," the boy cursed under his breath, "it's probably the weather's fault."

Indeed, the weather was awful that day. It was raining since morning, later on there was also a thunder.

"What do we do now?" Y/n asked, as the piano's sound dramatically stopped.

"Mum's got some candles in the drawers, we can use them. Circe, can you look for some candleholders? They're in the cupboard."

"Sure." Circe answered, making her way to the cupboard.

Y/n and Owen found three candles - one for each person. Suddenly they heard Circe's scream, so they ran her way.

"Owen, you freak, do you keep a bloody skull in here?!" The girl sounded terrified. "I think it's a skull, I can't see it well though."

"This is a candleholder." Owen started laughing.

They all lit up their candles and placed them in the skull-shaped candleholders. Y/n thought they looked pretty cool and kind of realistic. Not that she has ever seen a real skull in person, but she did in books.

The electricity didn't seem to be back anytime soon. The three friends sat together in Owen's room and talked. They were all on the floor

"So what's gonna happen with you and Reg's brother?" Circe asked.

"We had our fun, but it ended." Y/n admitted, trying to hide that she's sad about it. "I didn't expect it to last long, honestly."

"I told you you shouldn't mess around with Gryffindors." Owen pointed out. "I'm the most rational of us yet you never listen to me!"

"I don't want to say you're right, but you are right."

"I also know you'll forgive him whenever he apologizes."

"I will not!"

"We'll see about that."

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Time passes extremely quickly when you're having fun, the Christmas break came to an end in a blink of an eye. Y/n couldn't believe they were back at Hogwarts already.

January. The beginning of the new year. What will the 1976 bring? Nobody knew. Y/n and Sirius didn't exchange a single word. Still, neither of the Marauders tried talking to Y/n. She didn't try talking to them either.

February. Y/n still missed Sirius. They often looked at each other, taking any opportunity they had. Sirius' eyes were tired, he looked like he wasn't getting enough sleep. He wasn't seen with any girl since the break ended, which was weird. Y/n expected him to find someone new after her immediately. There were even rumors some girls asked him out for a date on the Valentine's day, but he declined.

March. Y/n wanted to apologize to Sirius but her pride didn't let her. She tried pushing thoughts about him aside, but it was almost impossible. Nights were the most difficult, because before falling asleep she was thinking about Sirius. Then, in the mornings she was seeing him in the Great Hall, which made everything worse. She couldn't even focus during the lessons which Slytherin and Gryffindor had together.

That one day was different. For the first night in a while, Y/n didn't dream about Sirius. Also, in the morning she didn't notice him in the Great Hall. What could happen?

"I'm done with it." Before one of the DADA classes, Remus decided to talk to Y/n.

"I know, DADA with Cieran is shit. He isn't a teacher material." The girl knew what he meant, but she tried avoiding the topic.

"I mean you and Sirius."

"Oh, no. Me and this git wouldn't be the best teachers either. You could though."

"Not that. You-"

Then the bell rang, starting the class. Cieran quickly appeared by the classroom door, opening it and letting the students inside. Remus grabbed Y/n by the wrist and dragged her to sit with him in the order to continue the conversation.

"You have to talk to Sirius." The boy insisted.

"Remus, no." Y/n whisper-shouted. "It's over. For good."

"But it's important!" Now Remus was also whisper-shouting.

"I don't care about him anymore!"

"We all know you both do care about each other. Don't be so up your own arse for once, Y/n."

Out of a sudden, they heard and saw a hand hit the surface of their desk. It was loud and aggressive. The hand belonged to, obviously, Y/n's brother.

"I'm talking." Cieran's voice was annoyed.

"So are we," Y/n argued, "and clearly we aren't done."

"Ten points from Slytherin and Gryffindor."

"Cieran, you're my-"

"-teacher, yes. I'm telling professor Slughorn about your back talk. Now, back to the lesson."

Y/n saw Remus taking a piece of paper and writing something on it. Right after it, he slid the paper to the girl. She read it.

Walk to the fountain after the class. No questions and no declining.

She sent Remus an icy stare and the boy smiled at her with one of his kindest smiles.

And so when the class finished, Y/n told Circe and Owen not to wait for her. Then, she walked where Remus told her to go. The area was rather empty, there were only some younger students playing Gobstones. And right by the fountain, to Y/n's surprise, stood Sirius Black.

"Hey," he said, smiling lightly, "I'm glad you wanted to talk."

"Remus told me to come here, I do it for him." Y/n kept a straight face.

"Look, I'm really sorry. And I don't say it often, so appreciate it."

Finally, a small smile found its way on Y/n's face. She walked closer to Sirius. At this point she didn't even remember what she was angry about.

"I am sorry as well." Y/n admitted. "I totally overreacted."

"I'm glad you understand your mistake." The boy joked.

Y/n gave Sirius a friendly, light punch on the arm. They both started laughing and playfully pushing each other, until they fell into the fountain.

"You're wet." Sirius pointed out, still laughing.

"And so are you, Black!" Y/n nudged him.

"Yeah," it didn't seem like a problem to him, "isn't that fun?"

They started splashing water at each other. They were kind of loud, catching attention of professor McGonagall, who happened to be walking by. The woman walked up to the fountain in a quick pace, but she didn't seem to be angry.

"Mr Black, Miss Hannigan!" She said, shaking her head. "I'm glad you made up."

"Thank you, Minnie." Sirius smiled at her.

"Now get out of the fountain before another teacher sees you."

Minerva walked away as Sirius and Y/n began getting out of water. When they were on the way to their dormitories, they caught other students' attention. Including their friends. The rest three Marauders stood in a corridor with Circe and Owen.

"This wasn't what I imagined would happen," Remus chuckled, "but it was expectable."

"We made up." Sirius smiled proudly, taking Y/n's hand in his. He noticed James opening his mouth, so he quickly added, "not out! We could though..."

Sirius turned his face to Y/n and leaned in, expecting a kiss. The girl put her pointing finger on his lips.

"Don't be so quick, Black." She smiled.

"Back on the last name basis, I see."

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Months had passed, Y/n and Sirius weren't in a relationship, but there was something between them again. After the small downfall, they had to try to make each other's friends warm up to them again, which wasn't so easy. Circe and Remus were getting along well, at least.

June meant the end of the school year and a little bit of a break from the constant pressure of studying. OWLs weren't as difficult as Y/n thought. She hoped for good results.

After the last breakfast of their 5th year and before the departure to the train station, Y/n, Circe and Owen decided to take a walk around the Lake. The sky was cloudy but it didn't seem to be going to rain anytime soon.

Suddenly, clouds weren't the only thing on the sky. James and Sirius flew high up in the sky on their brooms, taking out their wands. They started shooting a lot of little sparkles out of their wands. James' sparkles formed a few pink hearts, while Sirius' sparkles turned into a question "Will you be my girlfriend?". After a while, Sirius landed on the ground, giving his broom to James who was now standing between Remus and Peter. Then Sirius walked up to Y/n.

"So?" He asked. "Will you?"

Y/n was astonished, but after a moment she smiled. The girl didn't have to think long about the answer. It was obvious.

"Yes." She replied, wanting to hug Sirius, but he kissed her instead.

The whole show gathered attention of many other students. They all started clapping, Y/n and Sirius felt like main characters of some kind of a theatre play.

"Northcott," Y/n heard James' voice, "you owe me five galleons."

"No way!" Circe disclaimed. "You most likely knew Black had been planning it."

"I found out a few days ago!"

Y/n and Sirius walked up to their friends.

"What are you talking about?" The girl asked.

"We had a bet," James smiled, "Northcott said you'll get in a relationship after the summer holiday and I said before. Remus also said before, but he thought you'll ask Sirius out. Peter thought it'll happen during the holidays."

"James!" Sirius shouted, giving a friendly nudge to his best friend. "You were the one encouraging me to do it as soon as possible."

"We didn't say it wasn't allowed!" James raised his both hands, laughing.

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Two hours later all of the Hogwarts students were on the train on the way back to Kings Cross. Circe, Owen and Regulus were alone in one of the compartments. Someone was missing.

"When is Y/n going to join us?" Regulus asked. He didn't know what happened two hours earlier.

"She's with the Gryffindor blokes." Circe answered casually.

"She ditched her friends for her boyfriend." Owen put his hand on his chest, pretending to be hurt.

"Her boyfriend?" The youngest Slytherin was very much confused. "We talked just yesterday, she didn't tell me anything."

"Your..." Circe didn't know how to say it, however she did it, she knew Regulus would be hurt, "Reg, your brother asked her out. Like two hours ago."

"Oh. Alright. I guess." Regulus visibly saddened, but he didn't want to show it, so he quickly changed the subject of the conversation.

After a few hours the train reached the destination. Everyone began exiting it, some seventh years were crying as they hugged each other. When Y/n and the Marauders were talking, Circe walked up to them.

"I just came to say if you hurt her, I'll hurt you. If she cries, I won't hesitate to use Cruciatus." The girl announced with a serious expression on her face as she looked at Sirius.

"Sounds insane," Peter pointed out, "you'd end up in Azkaban."

"You don't get it. We would kill for each other." Circe and Y/n said in unison.

"I've got to, " Circe's face saddened, "my parents are waiting. Write to me sometimes." She gave Y/n a hug and walked away.

"I see my mum, I'll go too." Peter announced, also walking away.

Y/n, Sirius, James and Remus kept talking, but suddenly they were interrupted by Cieran, who looked very annoyed. He gave the boys a mean stare and grabbed Y/n's wrist.

"I'm done waiting." He said.

"I'm talking to my friends." The girl protested, trying to not let him pull her away.

"Don't tell parents you're friends with...this sort of people. They changed you. A lot. Father won't like it."

"I didn't change, I-"

"And I don't care. We're going home. And back there, you're acting normal."

"Or what?"

"Shut up."

The siblings used apparition to go home, it was the fastest way.

Words couldn't describe how much Y/n hated her so-called 'home'. The house maybe was beautiful, but it was so dark. The atmosphere inside it was disgusting. The walls witnessed a lot of awful things. Parents provided that kids everything they needed in the material meaning. But if we talked about emotional bonds, they were more of hosts, than parents. Cieran grew up not minding it all and now Y/n saw he was so much like their father.

"Good afternoon, mother." The siblings greeted, as they walked inside.

A blonde, young-looking woman looked at them, moving her eyes from a book she was reading. Emerald Hannigan. She was in her middle fourties, but her face didn't seem to change much during the past twenty years.

"Welcome back." She answered in an angelic voice. Judging just by the sound of her voice, people would think Emerald was a real angel. But her icy blue eyes were hiding a devil.

When the father, Oliver, came home, he wanted to chat a bit about school. He seemed more interested in what Cieran had to say, since it was his first year being a teacher. Plus, there was some business he was very interested in.

Y/n went to her room and decided to stay there until dinner. She sighted, sitting on her bed. The girl didn't feel like unpacking her trunk just yet. She was angry about the situation at King's Cross.

Her family surely wouldn't want her to be friends with the Marauders, it wouldn't surprise her if she got disowned when parents found out that Sirius is her boyfriend. Cieran was right, Marauders had an influence on Y/n, not the kind of influence Y/n's family would like. She smiled at the ridiculous thought how a bunch of boys her age felt more like a family than her actual family. They understood her. They made her want to become a better person, a person who isn't scared to stomp on her family's beliefs. She was going to tell her parents about dating Sirius. Definitely.

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Dinner was so boring. Food was great, the house elf, Daisy, knew the best receipts. Y/n would never nag about the food Daisy makes. It was the stupid conversation that make the dinner boring. Oliver talked about school, about Y/n having to get good grades. He seemed to care about it more than she cared. Y/n felt as if her own father didn't believe in her possibilities. She was a really smart witch.

When Y/n finished eating, she was immediately asked to leave the dining room. She wanted to help Daisy with the plates, but Emerald said that a pureblood witch should never do it. They all thought house elves are some kind of slaves or something, another thing Y/n didn't understand. She had a special bond with Daisy, she liked talking with her, she mostly spent time with her when she was at home.

"Has anyone seen your dark mark?" As Y/n was on the way to her room, she heard her father whispering.

The girl hid in the staircase. It was a good spot to eavesdrop. The more she wasn't supposed to know, the more she wanted to know.

"Yes, I'm afraid." Cieran's quiet voice said. "Dumbledore might know about it. I am so sorry, father."

"You had one thing to do!"

And there Y/n heard her father slamming his fist on the table. This man had some serious anger issues. But which pureblood didn't?

"Cieran, you know we need our people at Hogwarts."

"If I get fired, there's also Regulus..."

"Yes, we all know. He's very eager to become one of us and work for the Dark Lord."

Out of a sudden, Y/n felt a light tap on her shoulder. It caused her to jump up a little, but thankfully it was just the house elf.

"What is miss Y/n doing?" Daisy asked.

"I...was looking for an earring." Y/n lied, pretending she found something on the floor and putting 'it' in a pocket of her pants. "Found it."

"Good. Daisy noticed an owl outside miss Y/n's window so Daisy let it in."

"Thank you, Daisy."

After giving the elf a smile, Y/n rushed to her room. She saw a black owl with golden eyes. It was sitting on the desk with a letter in its beak. Y/n gently took the letter and gave the owl a pat on the head.

My love,

I told my parents about you. They want to meet you as soon as possible. 12 Grimmauld Place, hidden by the Fidelius Charm. It would be nice if you could come tomorrow.

Yours, S.O.B.

The owl was staring at Y/n with its huge eyes.

"Okay, okay, I'm writing." The girl said, as if she felt that the owl expected to be handed letter to deliver to Sirius.

Y/n reached for a quill, a piece of paper and some ink. She kept a few in her desk even though she barely was home.

Dear Sirius,

I'll gladly come tomorrow at 1pm. I'm happy about it, because I've already started missing you.

Lots of love, Y/n

The letter was short, but it was all Y/n managed to think about. She wasn't experienced in all the dating stuff, she had no idea how to write a letter to a lover. After giving the owl the letter, Y/n let it outside.

Sirius was making Y/n feel butterflies in her stomach, it was such a strange and new feeling to her. Was it good? Was it going to last long?

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six - confessions

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: Swearing, slight angst

Word count: 2960

A/N: I’ve been waiting for this one, turn it upp! ...I won’t lie, i’ve been putting off writing this purely because I don’t want to stop writing this. Anyway, the final part is finally here and I’m so happy to be sharing it with you all!

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 5

Draco signed his name quickly and looked back at the letter he’d written. It was simple enough to get his point across, yet the repercussions from sending this could be huge.

The blonde heir was adamant though. If this is what it took, then he would gladly accept whatever consequences came his way. He could figure it out, he always did.

Taking a breath in to help stabilise his thoughts and nerves, he quickly put his quill down before he wrote anything else that wasn’t needed. Reading it through once more, he made sure his words were enough for now.

Father,

I apologise for not responding sooner to your previous letter, I was at a loss for a while as to what to write.

I understand our family values and as much as I uphold them for our family’s benefit, my relationship or any of my relationships are my choice. Whilst she is not pureblood, she is not muggleborn either and both of her parents have magic, which is why I ask you to at the very least consider giving Y/N a chance.

With respect, I will not determine my relationship on your opinions, especially since you haven’t met her.

You understand there aren’t many things I would go against you on, but this is something I feel particularly strongly about.

Regards,

Draco

Nodding his head, he quickly folded the letter and attached it to his family’s owl. With a screech, the bird took off.

All Draco could do now was wait.

“Please?! You’re the best person at charms that I know, you would be my favourite person on earth?!”

“Blaise-”

“Y/N please, Flitwick might push for me to be kicked out of Hogwarts if I don’t pass this test”

You snorted unattractively as you walked down the corridor, arms riddled with books. On your way to the Herbology greenhouses for your afternoon lesson, you were blitzed by Blaise who had been trying to convince you for the last five minutes to help him write his essay which was due in a couple days time.

Blaise and you had nearly made it into the greenhouses when Professor Sprout stopped him at the door.

“You’re not in my class today Mr Zabini, I suggest you get heading towards your own class before you’re late.”

The elder witch gave him a stern look to which he smiled at, trying to lower her strict exterior.

“I just need to talk to Y/N about something really important really quickly, Professor. It’ll only take a minute?”

“No” she rolled her eyes at the boy, “you can do that in your own time.”

“But, Professor-”

“No buts Zabini-”

“Alright Blaise, I’ll do it” you finally caved, seeing as the boy would most likely be reduced to ash from Sprout’s harsh stare otherwise.

“Astronomy tower, 8pm?”

“Wait-”

“Okay bye!”

Without another word he turned and rushed off back inside the castle, heading to whatever his next lesson was, leaving you partially annoyed, partially awkward at the look Sprout was now sending you.

“Inside” she cocked her head towards the doorway and with a defeated look you headed into the greenhouse.

You hadn’t been back to the Astronomy tower, despite classes, since that fight between Draco and you and you weren’t too keen on returning. Blaise however, had given you no choice in the matter as you probably wouldn’t see him until that time you’d agreed to meet. This meant you’d have to suck up your anxieties about the tower and get over yourself.

If only it were that easy.

Your free period was rather quiet today you reckoned but you couldn’t put your finger on why it was so quiet?

The twins weren’t around and neither were Harry and Ron, yet that was normal since you were studying in the library with Hermione. Though Hermione didn’t really talk much when you two studied, something still felt off.

Not to mention the other thing which was bothering you was how Blaise acted earlier? He was normally the most relaxed person you knew, but his earlier rushed and fretted actions also seemed wrong.

You snorted at the thought in your head; imagine if he was trying to set you back up with Draco at the astronomy tower later?!

Another sigh left your lips as you continued to try and figure out what else felt off. Hermione’s eyes darted from the essay she was writing to you sat opposite her.

“Is there something bothering you?”

You met her stare awkwardly and shrugged slightly.

“I don’t know, does something feel off to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s too quiet, you know? I can’t put my finger on what it is though.”

“Maybe it’s because that blonde tumour isn't attached to your side anymore?!” Hermione snorted as she turned back to her work, leaving you staring at her with an unreadable expression.

Ignoring the remark of how the witch had described Draco, she was right in the way that he did used to surprise you while you were studying.

Was that it? You were missing him being near you?

You hadn’t really spoken to the Malfoy, only small comments in class when you were next to each other but apart from that, he wasn’t constantly next to you anymore and that bothered you.

You had to admit you did like fake dating Draco, but that was over, it was a joke, a favour, nothing more. So why the hell would you accept anything to go back to him annoying you, him being at your side constantly, or his arm around you 90% of the time?

Then you froze.

You knew exactly why.

Holy shit, you loved him. Like actually loved him.

Slowly starting to freak yourself out, you sat back in your chair as your mind whirred around that fact.

He’s Draco.

He’s one of your best friends and now everything was so messed up because he’s Draco.

Stubborn, bratty, arrogant Draco.

Who likes Draco?!

And then it hits you again. You do, you really really do.

Because he’s Draco.

Because he cares about you and would do anything for you. Just like you’d do anything for him. He might be stubborn, but so are you. He might be bratty and spoilt because of his parents, but he actively spoils you just because he can. And he might be arrogant to everyone else, but you know how humble he could be and acts around you. His reaction after you opened your Christmas present proved that enough.

Holy shit.

These feelings are going to ruin whatever’s between you, friendship or not, because how the hell could you keep this to yourself? How the hell could you not tell him you loved him?

The only thing was... you were the second person to ask yourself that today.

Draco paced in the tower, a letter held tightly in his hand as he waited for you to show up. Guaranteed it wasn't 8pm yet, but he was still so anxious for when you did actually turn up. Were you going to turn up?

A lot of things had flown through his mind today, some putting him on edge as to whether his plan to get you back would work, yet nothing had made him as anxious as when the letter arrived from his father earlier that day.

It was slightly wrinkled now from how much he had fiddled with it in his hands and with a frown, Draco tucked it back into his pocket, forcing himself to take a long breath as he did so and run his hands nervously through his hair.

Not even a moment passed before he heard the door below slam shut and your footsteps approach. A brief flash of panic flew through his body like he’d been electrocuted, what if this was a bad idea? What if you didn’t want him like he wanted you and he would just look like a complete idiot?

All the thoughts in his head however vanished as soon as you reached the top step and your eyes locked on his.

Neither of you said anything at first and the silence was almost deafening.

“Fucking Blaise,” you rolled your eyes at yourself. “Earlier I bet myself he’d do something like this.”

“It was actually my idea”

“...I see”

“Surprised?”

You snorted

“No.” You hid your grin at the look of offence present on his face, “I knew one of you would come up with something like this. I had my money on Blaise as he was the one I spoke to earlier. Despite how much you love being mysterious and complicated Draco, you’re like an open book to me.”

The wizard let out a snort, he had a feeling she would figure something was up. They really did know each other well.

The silence stilted in the air again and felt heavy despite the fresh air surrounding them.

You looked down, avoiding the blue eyes that watched you. Despite being in love with him, you had no idea what to actually say to him. Luckily he took the lead.

“It was really stupid.”

You frowned, before you forced yourself to glance towards him, eyes catching on how he was looking at you.

“What was?”

“The fact we thought we could pretend and fake an entire relationship with no consequences.”

You didn’t say anything.

“I mean let’s be honest,” Draco scoffed a laugh, “we really thought that everything would go back to how it was before? That was stupid. Also the fact that the whole ‘having a fake girlfriend’ thing wasn’t really working for me.”

He paused to assess your reaction for a moment before continuing on.

“We were great as a fake couple, sure. We were also great at being friends, I mean... that was before I kissed you and fell in love with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at the confession. A smile grew faintly on his face as he took in your reaction. After realising you weren’t going to bolt, he took a couple steps closer until he stood right before you, his toes almost touching your own.

“This whole fake dating thing was so stupid in so many ways except for one; how it made me realise how much I genuinely want to be your boyfriend.”

Draco shrugged sightly like it was no big deal, but inside he had to remind his lungs to work.

Why hadn’t you said anything yet? Maybe because he can’t stop his mouth from talking? Should he stop talking? His mouth opened again before he could stop himself.

“I want you. I want us. But I want it for real, not some half-assed, pathetic excuse of relationship which is all just an act and makes us question where we stand with each other.”

His voice lowered to a whisper but you heard him perfectly.

“Draco... I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“You do?”

“Yes, but I can’t help the fact that I’m not a pureblood and your parents won’t accept me-”

“Wait, okay, hold on.”

Digging his hand into his pocket, he fished out the crumpled letter and attempted to flatten it out slightly.

“I sent my father a letter in response the one you read the other day and I got this back earlier today. Just... just read it.”

He held the letter out at you with such a serious expression causing you to frown, you took it from him wondering what was in it. Opening the parchment, your eyes immediately flicked back to the blonde once more, only to find him watching your every movement.

“Draco,

I don’t believe you understand the seriousness of what you’re asking from your mother and I. You have a duty to this family to uphold and despite the notion that you wouldn’t disobey me with much, this is still a vital factor of those duties.

Nevertheless, you expressed your seriousness for this girl, coupled with your mother’s bickering about at least meeting her, I will give you one chance. We will meet her if she values the seriousness and significance of our values. If she does not however, then you will end whatever you have with her.

You understand in the near future, things will change. You need to be as prepared as possible.

Regards,

Lucius Malfoy”

You read the letter once through, then twice, then once more. Your mind was in a flurry at the words, taking them in and the weight they held. Draco’s parents had agreed to give you a chance, however it came with a price and one you were in two minds about taking.

On one hand, you could be with Draco and support him through whatever hell was coming your way, as long as you abided by their blood purity mania, which, if Harry was right, meant Voldemort. On the other hand, it meant not having the Malfoy boy in your life.

Your eyes finally left the words and flicked back up to meet Draco’s own. His expression was unreadable as he waited for your reaction.

“Well, that’s intense”

“You can’t really expect anything less from my father.”

“I gathered that.”

Your eyes landed on the elder Malfoy’s name once more and you bit your lip slightly.

“I said once I would be willing to get mixed up in this for you, and I stand by it, Draco. I don’t know whatever's going to happen in the future but I know I want you by my side through it.”

“I can’t ask you to do that-“

“You’re not asking me, I’m telling you I want you and I’ll do whatever it takes to be at your side.”

“Y/N-”

“Draco, I love you, let me do this for you. I can play whoever your parents want me to be.”

Draco didn’t say anything more but stared at you with a half smile on his face. Your eyebrows knitted together as you caught sight of it, not really sure where the expression came from. Talking about faking your views on blood purity and Voldemort wasn’t really a cause for smiling.

“What?”

“Say it again?”

“Say what again?”

“You love me.”

You realised then. You’d told him you loved him in amidst all that but you hadn't even realised it. Well, that’s one way to admit it.

“I love you,” you said with no hesitation as a smile grew on your own face. “I want you, for real. No fake relationship, just us.”

As quick as you’d finished speaking, Draco’s lips were on yours. It was chaotic, unscripted and messy, but it was real.

Your hands slid to the back of his head, fingers burying themselves in his hair as his hands gripped your waist tightly, pressing you to him. He kissed you with such passion you swore your heart stopped for a split second.

How the hell had you both faked this for so long?!

Taking a break, he pulled away but rested his forehead on yours, not wanting too much distance.

“If you’re all in Y/N, so am I. I’ll protect you with my life, you may’ve been my friend first, but you’re everything to me now.”

His lips pressed against yours again, much softer this time like he was trying to memorise and convince himself you were really there. That this was really happening.

“Draco Malfoy, I’m all in.”

You were surprised the next day for two reasons.

One; for how many people had actually bet on Draco’s and your relationship. George got his five galleons back from Fred again after the news reached them. He happily took the money from his brother before lifting his glass to you from across the hall in thanks.

Both Crabbe and Goyle owed Blaise 10 galleons, though you supposed he had an unfair advantage, (not that you’d tell the duo).

But the second thing which surprised you was the letter you received at lunch from the headmaster himself.

Dumbledore had barely even looked in your direction, let alone spoken to you personally, so the note you got from him asking to meet him in his office later spiked your anxiety.

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Hermione shrugged before lowering her voice to a whisper. “It’s probably something to do with the DA or Umbridge.”

“Hermione, I didn’t even think he knew I existed, now he’s asking me to come have a chat?”

“Just go, you’ll never know otherwise and you’ll keep fretting.”

The rest of your day passed quickly and you found yourself before the headmaster’s office later that evening. Taking another quick look at the note in your hand, scribbled at the bottom was a comment about him liking sherbet lemons which stuck out to you.

“Sherbet lemons?”

The gargoyle surprised you by jumping out the way, opening up the staircase to you. Without another thought, you climbed the stairs and knocked on the wooden door.

“Come in.”

Pushing the door open, Dumbledore turned to face you as you entered the room. With a smile, he greeted you and offered you the seat opposite him as he took his own.

Sitting, your knee started to bounce while your anxiety kicked in wondering what the hell was going on.

“Y/N- can I call you Y/N? Relax, you’re not in any trouble at all, don’t worry.”

“Can I ask then, why am I here sir?”

“Well, I actually have a job for you if you’re interested? I understand you’re in a unique position where you’re willing to do anything possible to be with the young Mr Malfoy.”

You immediately frowned, how the hell did he know that?!

“What kind of job?”

“A job to join the Order of the Phoenix. I want you to act as a spy for me within Voldemort’s ranks.”

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