#blaise is wearing the wrong party hat

[jadedandconfusedao3]

The Mile High Club

I won an award! The Dramione Writers Society has these cute little flash fests where up to 25 people write a fic to a max of 2.5K. Then everyone reads and votes for which fic will win in a variety of catagories. My fic "The Mile High Club" tied with the fic "The Space Time Cuntinuum" by justforgiggs for Overall Favourite.

There were four days of the year when St Mungo’s was at its busiest: Christmas, New Years Day, The Anniversary of the Battle of Hogwarts and Halloween. Whilst not the worst of the four, Halloween had a reputation for having the weirdest injuries: transfiguration mishaps, from Halloween costumes gone wrong; toilet paper that was permanently stuck to the patient, because the pranksters had missed the house; various possession and claw related slicing injuries, from accidental demon summoning.

When that was combined with the administration staff’s obsession with filling every room with an assortment of tiny sentient pumpkins, it was always a night of mania. One of them had already tried to give conflicting advice to a patient and he was ready to boot them all through the wall. It was almost one o’clock in the morning and Blaise was exhausted. As a newly minted medi-wizard he still had his fair share of night shifts and they always scheduled as many people as possible on the big holidays.

He’d already helped a group of hysterical young witches and wizards who had dosed themselves with a potion that gave them the ability to speak with animals. Half of them were traumatised that their cats actually hated them, and the others believed the mice in their house were about to stage a coup de tat. Upon further investigation he found that there was a muggleborn wizard present who had introduced them all to PCP. Blaise gave them all an antidote to the potion and dreamless sleep until the PCP wore off.

Needless to say, Blaise was at his wits end.

Thankfully the PCP patients were all unconscious when he received Potter’s Patronus. The huge glowing stag had burst through the wall and one of his patients, scaring the living shit out of him.

“Blaise,” the deer said urgently in Potter’s voice. “We’ve had a bit of an emergency. Theo and I have managed to get Draco and Hermione into a consulting room by saying that they’re invisible, but that excuse isn’t going to last for long. Is there any way you can pick up them up as patients? If anyone else sees them, Hermione is going to hex my balls.”

The stag didn’t wait for a reply before dashing off again.

Just his fucking luck. Ron and Pansy had hosted a Halloween party that night. An annual event that always resulted in utter chaos. Either because the Gryffindors and the Slytherins had gotten into a punch up, or worse,  they’d worked together to create something truly insane. Last year Theo had convinced Pansy to host the party upside down. It was chaos.

Blaise stopped by reception and sifted through the waiting files until he found the ones for Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, dodging the ‘helpful’ suggestions of the pumpkin on the counter. When he entered the room Theo was lounging on a chair, wearing a ridiculously over sexualised muggle uniform of some kind, and Potter was standing nervously next to him wearing a tiny dress that barely covered his arse.

He looked at the two of them with apathy. “What the fuck are you supposed to be?”

Theo pushed his sunglasses onto his face and wrapped an arm around Harry, pulling him into his side. “I’m a pilot and Harry here is my steadfast and reliable air stewardess.”

Harry had taken the tiny hat off the top of his head and was attempting to hide his brilliantly red cheeks behind it.

“Right,” Blaise deadpanned. “These are muggle professions?”

“Yep,” Theo replied, popping the p. “That was the theme for the party tonight.”

Blaise opened the top file and scanned the contents. “I’m assuming the information in this file is totally incorrect. Where are my two patients?”

“Oh. Right,” Harry murmured as he moved toward the bed.

“Harry James Potter! If you pull the cloak off without giving me any warning, I will personally hex all your quills to write in fuscia!” Hermione’s disembodied voice shrieked.

A similarly disembodied moan also echoed through the space.

“Hermione,” Draco groaned. “Please for the love of Merlin. Stop clenching.”

“For God’s sake Draco, I’m anxious. I’m not doing it on purpose,” she argued.

He gasped in pain. “I’m – a bit sensitive.”

Blaise cleared his throat and they fell back into silence. “You realise that I will need to see what’s going on to help fix the problem.”

“I would rather die!” hissed Hermione.

Draco groaned again and there was a rustle of fabric before his head appeared on the pillow of the bed.

His face looked even paler than normal. “Blaise you have to help us.”

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truth or dare [draco malfoy x reader]

draco malfoy x fem!reader warnings: mentions of partying but no alcohol word count: 1.4k a/n: gif not mine

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When the Sorting Hat shouted Hufflepuff, I was instantly confused. If anything I am more of a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I am definitely not the standard Hufflepuff. I sneak out and ditch class. Most of my friends were in Slytherin. I just couldn't seem to fit into the Hufflepuff mold. I was like the black sheep of the house. However, my fellow Hufflepuffs didn't seem to care that I didn't fit in. My best friend, Y/BF/N, was also in Hufflepuff. She actually belongs in Hufflepuff. She is kind and loyal. Now that I'm really thinking about it, I guess I can sort of see why the hat put me into Hufflepuff. I am kind and loyal... I think. I guess I can fit the mold of being a Hufflepuff because of those two traits. Otherwise, I belong in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

That's how I found myself in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by students from every house, at a party before Christmas break. They were all dancing, chatting, or making out. I was just leaning against the wall my eyes scanning the crowd for a certain someone.I was wearing a dark blue tank top with black high waisted ripped jeans.

A tall Ravenclaw boy was standing on a table next to me trying to get everyone's attention. It wasn't working because the music and the sound of talking was too loud.

"Excuse me, guys, we are starting a game of tru- Guys hello!" He said, getting frustrated that no one was listening. I got up on the table next time. "What are you doing?" he asked.

"Hold on." I said, clearing my throat. "EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP." Everyone went quiet and the music was stopped. I hopped off the table. "You're welcome."

Thanks Y/N. Okay everyone, a game of truth or dare is taking place over on the other side of the room if anyone wants to play." The boy jumped off the table and headed towards the big group of people in the opposite corner of the room.

Y/BF/N was running over to me. Well not running cause... exercise is not a thing we do. She was speed walking. Yes that's the right word. Y/BF/N was wearing a pastel yellow sweater crop top with a light blue high waisted skirt.

"Y/N do you want to play?" She asked, hope shimmering in her eyes as she grabbed my arm. "All of our friends are going to play."

"Relax, I'm gonna play." I laughed. She pulled me through the crowd and to the corner where the game was. I sat down on the ground next to Y/BF/N and a Ravenclaw girl who was in the year below me. Across from me was Pansy, Blaise, and, you've got to be kidding me, Draco. Why, of all the people at this party did I have to sit across from him?

I didn't have anything against him. Sure he's made fun of me for being a Hufflepuff once or twice. But he learned his lesson after I called him out in front of all of his friends and threatened to hex him into tomorrow if he made fun of me or my friends again. He took the threat seriously since I am the top of the class for charms. I mean sure he was a bad person sometimes but no I didn't have anything against him. He was actually very sweet whenever we've had to be partners on an assignment. We've even hung out outside of class before. Not very often but a few times.

Half of my house would kill me if they knew that I hung out with him outside of class. The whole house would kill me if they found out I like him.

"Okay! Let's get this game started!" announced the Ravenclaw boy from before. "Who wants to start?"

" I will," cheered Y/BF/N. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on Draco. "Draco, truth or dare?"

"Truth," Draco drawled, sounding bored, looking at the floor.

"Do you like anyone?" she asked him.

Draco lifted his head, his cheeks dusted pink. Was Draco Malfoy actually blushing?

"Yes I do." He said as he made eye contact with me.

The people around us were all saying "ooooo" like a bunch of five year olds. We held eye contact for at least a minute before I tore my eyes away and looked at the floor.

Draco then asked Blaise truth or dare. He said dare and had to write a letter to McGonagall pretending to be Snape saying that he has loved her for a long time. Everyone was out of breath from laughing so hard.

After that, Blaise dared Dean Thomas to go in the lake.

The game went on and on. Hermione did truth and was asked which teacher was the hottest. She turned bright red and mumbled a name before turning to me.

"Y/N, truth or dare," she said as she quirked an eyebrow at me.

"Dare," I declare.

"Hmmm... I dare you to kiss the person sitting across from you. And if you don't, you have to do my homework for a week." She smirked. I glared at her. Of course she would do this.

Hermione was my closest friend outside of Hufflepuff. She was the only person, besides Y/BF/N, who knows I like Draco.

My face burned beet red as I looked across from me at Draco. He was already looking at me. When our eyes met, he smiled softly at me and winked. I smiled back and turned to Hermione.

"Where? Here?" I hesitated. I did not want my first kiss with Draco to be in front of more than half the school.

"No. Why don't you go to the closet or a dorm. Let's make it like 7 minutes in heaven." She replied as her eyes darted between Draco and I, the smirk still settled on her features. "I'm going to alter the dare a bit. You and the person across from you, which is Draco, have to go into one of the dorms and kiss or something," at that she winked, "for 7 minutes. At 7 minutes, someone will come get you. Sound good?"

Draco and I nodded. He stood up and walked over to me.

"Shall we?" He whispered, putting his hand out. I took his hand and he pulled me up. He started walking but didn't let go of my hand. I finally got my feet to move.

Draco squeezed my hand and brushed his thumb across my knuckles as we headed to an empty dorm.

"How's your day going, love?" he asked. My stomach jumped at the use of the nickname. He had never called me 'love' before, yet it sounded so right.

"It's uh it's going okay. How about you?" I said, looking up at him.

"It's gotten better. Here we are," he announced, opening a door and letting me in.

We stood there for a second. I bit lip and looked down at my feet.

"Are you alright? You're really quiet." He questioned.

"Huh? Oh yeah I'm alright. I'm just kind of nervous," I said, my voice fading on the last word.

"The Y/N is nervous? How come?" Draco inquired.

"Because I've liked you since second year. And I know this doesn't mean anything to you and I don't mean anything to you. so yeah I am nervous." I huffed.

"You really think that? You really think this won't mean anything to me? That you don't mean anything to me?" hurt crossed his features as he stepped closer to me. I nodded as I looked at him. "Y/N, you couldn't be more wrong. I can't get you off my mind."

"Really?" I asked.

"Of course. I wouldn't joke about this." Draco said, putting his hand on my cheek, as he leaned in. "Can I kiss you?"

"Yes." I breathed.

Draco leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back instantly. My eyes fluttered close as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist.

After a minute or so, we pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, nervously.

"Well duh," I laughed. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my nose. He pulled me as close as possible as I laid my head on his chest. The music downstairs was a gentle hum and we started to sway to the music.

"Hey lovebirds! The time is up!" Blaise shouted.

Draco pulled away and grabbed my hand. He opened the door and led me back to the game. When we got back to the circle, he sat next to me and put his arm around me. I leaned into him and kind of ignored the rest of the game, loving the feeling of being close to him.

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2019 Draco/Reader Secret Santa Fic Exchange - A Flurry of Memories

summary: Christmastime has always help many memories for Y/N, but now so many of them are imbued with Draco Malfoy, it’s hard to think of much else. A/N: ahhahahaha holy fuck. so i went back and forth between 2 versions of this fic for a couple of weeks before picking this one and i wrote the majority of the 2k in about... 3 hours. so. take what you will.thank you to bae aka @eltanin-malfoy for organizing this exchange!!! i hope you enjoy! prompt: first snowfall words: 2.6k taglist: @clockworkherondale @accio-rogers @mayorofzillyhoo @diademofdraco @drawlfoy @ladybuginthetardis @silversslytherin @lushlavenderskies @socontagiousimagines @acciodracoo

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A drop of wine made its way down the side of the bottle, ending it’s journey by staining the napkin below with a bloody star burst. Y/N tapped the top of her glass with her nail, listening to the gentle ring as she gazed out the window. It had begun to snow– the first of the season. 

Y/N was desperately trying to get into the holiday spirit, and she grabbed her wand with her free hand to point it at her gramophone in the corner to flip her Celestina Warbeck holiday record. The needle landed gently on the b-side and “Merry Christmas, Happy Goblin Days” started with a quiet crackle. A song that would normally make her want to get up and sing, only coaxed a sigh from her. 

Christmas used to be a fun time when she was in school. Large parties at the family estates, wearing fancy dresses and stuffing themselves silly with horderves. Sneaking into their father’s studies to snoop through the drawers before running away giggling, Ms. Zabini’s extravagant gifts of fine jewelry that every year got more stunning. Loading their pockets with olives and crackers, and braving the cold outside to try and coax the Malfoy’s albino peacocks close enough to stroke. And the one year they all stayed at Hogwarts during the Triwizard Tournament, it’s own league of fun and dressing up.

And then she remembers no Christmas parties at all.

Now she has no big house to live in, no fun parties to go to, and the first night she needs to build a fire in her little house always stirs up feelings of nostalgia and longing. It’s annoying to feel depressed for no reason, but almost just as annoying when she realizes, year after year, it’s about how winter reminds her of him. 

The dregs at the bottom of Y/N’s glass have created interesting patterns. She doesn’t remember emptying her glass again. The snow outside is coming down in big flakes now, and her record has gone silent. She still has a few hours to kill before she needs to start dinner. Perhaps a walk in the fresh snow can get her out of her Christmas funk. 

Y/N pulls on her boots and coat at the door. She decides a hat is in order with all this heavy precipitation, and reaches up to the top shelf in the hall closet to grab her warm knit one. Something else comes down with the hat, and a length of emerald fabric pools at her feet. At one end are the initials D.M. in elegant silver stitching. Y/N had forgotten she’d had this. She considers kicking to the back of the closet for a moment while her chest swirls with a concoction of emotions, before snatching up the scarf and looping it around her neck.

A scarf is a scarf, and it’s unfortunately as warm as she remembered.

Y/N and Pansy Parkinson laid side by side on the cold oak floors of Malfoy Manor, carefully monitoring the planks for creaking. “I haven’t heard anything for a few minutes,” Pansy whispers.

“Me either,” Y/N says back.

“Check the clock again.”

Y/N carefully moves herself into an upright position and pads across the floor to check the clock on the nightstand of the room she and Pansy are sharing for the night. Together, the hands read exactly twelve fourty-five. She pads back and lies down next to Pansy again, taking a moment to steady her breathing before relaying the information.

“Shall we go?”

Y/N bites her lip, pretending to contemplate. “Yes. Should we take a candle?”

“No, stipud, we have to go in the dark. The moon is out. We should be able to see.”

Y/N looks back at the bed to look at the lumps under the covers they had created with pillows, and then follows Pansy out into the hall. Sure enough, moonlight streaks through the windows. The girl’s socked feet make no sounds as they count the doors and go around the corner. When they reach Draco’s bedroom, they stop and hold their breath to listen at the door. Y/N can hear that Draco, Blaise, and Theo are still awake and talking.

Pansy gently knocks on the door three times, waits, and then another three times, before cracking it open so they can slip inside. Abandoning all care, they sprint the few steps into Draco’s room before launching onto the bed with their other friends. “We had to wait a little while longer,” Y/N explains, “Dobby was in the hall cleaning.”

Draco, who is perched atop a pillow and leaning against his elaborate headboard, rolls his eyes. “Stupid elf. He should be downstairs cleaning, where the party was, not up here. I can’t believe our family got stuck with such a useless one.”

“That’s why my mum just got rid of ours and hired a person,” Blaise says.

“I’ve told father we should do the same, but he insists that people are too inclined to snoop,” Draco’s eyes glint with importance. “At least house elves you can be sure they won’t tell anyone anything.”

Pansy nods along with Draco as he speaks. Y/N curls her feet under her and rearranges her nightgown about her legs. “Have you tried asking Dobby about the Heir of Slytherin? If he has been around your family for a long time, maybe he knows something.” Y/N tries to steer the conversation to what they were discussing before being sent to bed, a topic they all found very important and adult.

“I doubt he would’ve had access to important information like that, besides, it’s not me,” Draco says.

Blaise, Theo, and Pansy all do the same. “I don’t understand who it could be if it’s none of us. We’re the most important people in our house,” Theo says.

“Maybe it’s a Pureblood who got sorted into another house, and wants revenge on the sorting hat,” Pansy suggests.

Blaise wrinkles his nose. “Ew, like Weasley?”

They all laugh at that, and spend hours into the morning spinning increasingly wild theories, only to be found in a heap on Draco’s bed the next morning by their parents.

The snow outside is satisfyingly crisp under Y/N’s feet. She looks down, mesmerized as her boots cut into the fresh, untouched snow and leave behind a perfect imprint of her boot. She refocuses her eyes to her hair, spilling over her coat and scarf as thick white flakes catch on the strands. Only a few minutes into her walk, she’s dappled with snow. 

Thinking about old times in Malfoy Manor make her smile. The property itself isn’t very far from her current home. After the war, she’d tried to move around to various wizarding communities, but none were all too welcoming. Even though Y/N’s family’s estate was lost to her, being back in the area she grew up brought her some comfort. Even if Draco’s home was still only a few miles away. 

The empty road lined with trees soon gave way to a tiny town. It was once filled with bustling shops for the magical folk in the area, disguised as run down buildings to any muggle passing from afar. Now, most of the stores truly were that, only a few like the food markets, apothecary and bookshop were still open. As Y/N passed the old tailor’s shop, she tilted her head to the sky, sticking her tongue out to catch a snowflake.

“Y/N, have you given any more thought to what colors we should wear to the ball?” Draco moves the letter away from his face, letting his arm flop off the side of the couch. 

Y/N sets down her quill next to the divination chart she’s working on. “Last I heard from mum, she was sending me three to try in green, ice blue and some shade of purple. Do you care to look at the clippings of the different styles she owled me yesterday?”

“Not particularly,” Draco sighs, looking past her and into the distance. At Y/N’s beat of silence, Draco moves his eyes back to her. “I am sure whatever you pick will look very pretty,” he adds, lifting his mother’s letter to emphasize.

Y/N smiles a little despite herself. “I don’t know why she keeps writing you, my own mother is just as accessible.”

“I know!” Draco groans. The fire in the common room hearth gently illuminates his handsome features he’s grown into the past two years. Y/N goes back to her essay. “Pans still not talking to you?” Draco asks, tossing the letter on the table and turning on his side to look at Y/N more directly. 

Y/N just shakes her head. 

“Well, she’ll get over it soon enough, whatever it is.” 

But Y/N knew exactly the reason why Pansy wasn’t talking to her, and the reason was sitting right in front of her. Pansy could be stubborn sometimes, but this was going on for nearly a week now with no conversation outside of anything in a classroom, if that. “I just want us all to have a fun time at Christmas here,” Y/N sighs, resting her head on her hands. “It’s probably the only time our parents will let us stay here over break.”

Draco looks at Y/N sympathetically. “I know. I’ll try to talk to her again tomorrow. You sure you don’t know what’s got her bothered?”

Y/N bites her lip before deciding it’s stupid to hold out. “I think she’s upset about who she’s going to the ball with.”

“What?” Draco says, wrinkling his brow. “Why, what’s wrong with Theo?”

Y/N picks her quill back up and pretends to contemplate her essay agan, so her words seem more casual. “I think she’s upset that you didn’t ask her.”

“Well, that’s dumb. She knows damn well I can ask who I want, and I asked you.” Draco catches Y/N’s eyes and gives her a sly smile. “I’ll talk to her. I dunno what’s got her wand in such a twist these days.”

“Thanks, Draco.”

“Anytime. Hey, speaking of dates, who do you reckon Potter is bringing?”

“Maybe Snape.”

Draco laughs, and Y/N can’t help but feel warm inside.

Y/N is long past the shops, and is almost near what is considered the park for the area. Mostly a collection of short, winding trails through the trees, now transformed into a gigantic snowglobe in less than an hour. Bird sounds are amplified in the silence the snow brings, and two robins chase each other across the path. Their red feathers look beautiful against the white. Y/N walks her favorite trail, stopping to look at the frost covering the berries on a bush, and check a branch to see how many inches of snow have fallen so far. At the place where her path converges with another, she notices another set of footprints. They lead in the direction of the lake, and she decides to follow them, Y/N carefully stepping in the tracks of whoever came before her.

The snow has significantly improved Y/N’s mood. The snowflakes clinging to her hair and eyelashes make her feel like a winter fairie, and the combination of the wine and her layers has her feeling cozy against the cold. She crosses her feet over to fit in the footprints, like she’s walking a tightrope. Y/N is so focused on her footsteps again that she doesn’t realize right away that she’s reached the lake. 

When a familiar root forces her to take a large step into her next foorprint she looks up. The lake hasn’t frozen over yet, and it’s dark water stands out in contrast to the pale sky and landscape surrounding it. Even the bank on the other side is white, white, white, and Y/N’s gasp cuts through the quiet as she takes in the view. “Wow.”

Something in her peripheral vision moves, and Y/N turns to see what it was. Sitting on the bench facing the lake several feet away is Draco Malfoy. He’s the mirror image of the landscape she sees before him, all pale hair and face emerging from a black coat. And he looks positively scared to see Y/N.

It’s a look she knows all too well.

“Y/N,” Draco says, half greeting and half in surprise.

“Draco.” Y/N stares back, almost equally bewildered. “I… I was just thinking about you, actually.”

“That’s funny… so was I,” he says. “Would you like to come sit?”

Y/N makes her way over to the bench, and Draco pulls his wand out from his coat and melts the remaining snow on the bench. Y/N tucks her coat beneath her and sits down, unable to look away from Draco. Despite the fact that he still looks unsure, he’s not looking away either.

It’s been almost five years since Y/N has seen Draco. She can’t help but drink in the sight of him, just as handsome and heartbroken as the day he’d left. Already she’s shifting on the bench to face him.

“You look well,” Draco finally says.

“Funny, you don’t.”

Draco laughs. Really hard. “You can always tell, can’t you?”

Y/N just shrugs. “I am a talented witch, what can I say.”

Draco reaches out and fingers the edge of Y/N’s scarf, and her heart drops in her chest. She’d forgotten his initials were on display. “You kept this?”

Y/N is quite focused on Draco’s ungloved hand in close proximity to her body, but she does say, “I honestly had forgotten about it until today.”

Draco lets go of the scarf. “I remember when I gave that to you.”

“So do I.”

Draco doesn’t put his hand back into his pocket, and instead lets it rest on the bench in between them. 

“I miss you,” Y/N blurts out.

“Me, too,” Draco says immediately. 

Y/N scoots a fraction closer, and Draco’s hand moves from the bench to the top of Y/N’s knee.

Y/N curls closer into Draco’s lap, and dips her finger below the collar of Draco’s dress shirt to trail her nail up his neck and along his hairline. Draco runs his finger slowly back and forth across Y/N’s bare kneecap.

“Ugh,” Pansy pretends to act disgusted as she glares at her best friends from the opposite couch. “I can’t believe I used to want that.”

Daphne runs her fingers through Pansy’s hair affectionately, and Y/N can feel Draco’s laugh in his chest. “Yeah, and I can’t believe how much you acted like a bitch over it.”

Pansy rolls her eyes and just settles against Daphne. “That was like a month, Draco. Besides, nothing could ever separate me and Y/N.”

That night Y/N lays awake in the guest bedroom as Astoria sleeps in the twin bed opposite her. Pansy has ditched her this year to share with Daphne, which was expected, but didn’t make sleeping in the same room with Astoria any less weird to her. But it was fine, really. 

She checked the clock beside her bed. Almost one in the morning. 

Y/N threw back the covers, not bothering to hide her tracks. Astoria was a smart girl, and all the parents never bothered to check the rooms anymore. When Y/N reached Draco’s room around the corner, she just knocked once. The door flew open, revealing a tired, yet no less excited Draco. 

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

Draco grabbed her by the wrist and swept her inside. 

Y/N moved her hand to rest on top of Draco’s. “I miss everyone. But especially you.” She runs her thumb across Draco’s knuckles. “Are you busy tonight?”

“Absolutely free,” Draco says breathlessly.

“Good,” Y/N says, “because I still have half a bottle of wine to finish.”

[farrah-fowler]

truth or dare {d.m. x reader}

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Requested: Yes- Hey! Can I request a Draco x hufflepuff reader who doesn’t act like a stereotypical hufflepuff? Like someone who’s more on the brass side and will never say no to a dare?

Warnings: bad writing// some angst?? idk

Word Count: 1.4K

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A/N- First request!! I hope this is what you had in mind! Requests are open! This is the longest imagine I have written and it is definitely my favorite one. Also I’m kind of new to tumblr and I didn’t know that after you respond to an ask it disappears so if you requested this I hope it’s what you wanted!!

 When the Sorting Hat shouted Hufflepuff, I was instantly confused. If anything I am more of a Ravenclaw or Slytherin. I am definitely not the standard Hufflepuff. I sneak out and ditch class. Most of my friends were in Slytherin. I just couldn’t seem to fit into the Hufflepuff mold. I was like the black sheep of the house. However, my fellow Hufflepuffs didn’t seem to care that I didn’t fit in. My best friend, Y/BF/N, was also in Hufflepuff. She actually belongs in Hufflepuff. She is kind and loyal. Now that I’m really thinking about it, I guess I can sort of see why the hat put me into Hufflepuff. I am kind and loyal… I think. I guess I can fit the mold of being a Hufflepuff because of those two traits. Otherwise, I belong in Ravenclaw or Slytherin.

That’s how I found myself in the Slytherin common room, surrounded by students from every house, at a party before Christmas break. They were all dancing, chatting, or making out. I was just leaning against the wall my eyes scanning the crowd for a certain someone.I was wearing a dark blue tank top with black high waisted ripped jeans. 

A tall Ravenclaw boy was standing on a table next to me trying to get everyone’s attention. It wasn’t working because the music and the sound of talking was too loud. 

“Excuse me, guys, we are starting a game of tru- Guys hello!” He said, getting frustrated that no one was listening. I got up on the table next time. “What are you doing?” he asked.

“Hold on.” I said, clearing my throat. “EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP.” Everyone went quiet and the music was stopped. I hopped off the table. “You’re welcome.”

Thanks Y/N. Okay everyone, a game of truth or dare is taking place over on the other side of the room if anyone wants to play.” The boy jumped off the table and headed towards the big group of people in the opposite corner of the room.

Y/BF/N was running over to me. Well not running cause… exercise is not a thing we do. She was speed walking. Yes that’s the right word. Y/BF/N was wearing a pastel yellow sweater crop top with a light blue high waisted skirt. 

“Y/N do you want to play?” She asked, hope shimmering in her eyes as she grabbed my arm. “All of our friends are going to play.”

“Relax, I’m gonna play.” I laughed. She pulled me through the crowd and to the corner where the game was. I sat down on the ground next to Y/BF/N and a Ravenclaw girl who was in the year below me. Across from me was Pansy, Blaise, and, you’ve got to be kidding me, Draco. Why, of all the people at this party did I have to sit across from him? 

I didn’t have anything against him. Sure he’s made fun of me for being a Hufflepuff once or twice. But he learned his lesson after I called him out in front of all of his friends and threatened to hex him into tomorrow if he made fun of me or my friends again. He took the threat seriously since I am the top of the class for charms. I mean sure he was a bad person sometimes but no I didn’t have anything against him. He was actually very sweet whenever we’ve had to be partners on an assignment. We’ve even hung out outside of class before. Not very often but a few times. 

Half of my house would kill me if they knew that I hung out with him outside of class. The whole house would kill me if they found out I like him. 

“Okay! Let’s get this game started!” announced the Ravenclaw boy from before. “Who wants to start?” 

“ I will,” cheered Y/BF/N. She looked around the room before her eyes landed on Draco. “Draco, truth or dare?”

“Truth,” Draco drawled, sounding bored, looking at the floor. 

“Do you like anyone?” she asked him.

Draco lifted his head, his cheeks dusted pink. Was Draco Malfoy actually blushing?

“Yes I do.” He said as he made eye contact with me.

 The people around us were all saying “ooooo” like a bunch of five year olds. We held eye contact for at least a minute before I tore my eyes away and looked at the floor. 

Draco then asked Blaise truth or dare. He said dare and had to write a letter to McGonagall pretending to be Snape saying that he has loved her for a long time. Everyone was out of breath from laughing so hard. 

After that, Blaise dared Dean Thomas to go in the lake.

The game went on and on. Hermione did truth and was asked which teacher was the hottest. She turned bright red and mumbled a name before turning to me.

“Y/N, truth or dare,” she said as she quirked an eyebrow at me. 

“Dare,” I declare. 

“Hmmm… I dare you to kiss the person sitting across from you. And if you don’t, you have to do my homework for a week.” She smirked. I glared at her. Of course she would do this. 

Hermione was my closest friend outside of Hufflepuff. She was the only person, besides Y/BF/N, who knows I like Draco. 

My face burned beet red as I looked across from me at Draco. He was already looking at me. When our eyes met, he smiled softly at me and winked. I smiled back and turned to Hermione.

“Where? Here?” I hesitated. I did not want my first kiss with Draco to be in front of more than half the school. 

“No. Why don’t you go to the closet or a dorm. Let’s make it like 7 minutes in heaven.” She replied as her eyes darted between Draco and I, the smirk still settled on her features. “I’m going to alter the dare a bit. You and the person across from you, which is Draco, have to go into one of the dorms and kiss or something,” at that she winked, “for 7 minutes. At 7 minutes, someone will come get you. Sound good?”

Draco and I nodded. He stood up and walked over to me.

“Shall we?” He whispered, putting his hand out. I took his hand and he pulled me up. He started walking but didn’t let go of my hand. I finally got my feet to move. 

Draco squeezed my hand and brushed his thumb across my knuckles as we headed to an empty dorm. 

“How’s your day going, love?” he asked. My stomach jumped at the use of the nickname. He had never called me ‘love’ before, yet it sounded so right.

“It’s uh it’s going okay. How about you?” I said, looking up at him. 

“It’s gotten better. Here we are,” he announced, opening a door and letting me in.

We stood there for a second. I bit lip and looked down at my feet.

“Are you alright? You’re really quiet.” He questioned.

“Huh? Oh yeah I’m alright. I’m just kind of nervous,” I said, my voice fading on the last word.

“The Y/N is nervous? How come?” Draco inquired.

“Because I’ve liked you since second year. And I know this doesn’t mean anything to you and I don’t mean anything to you. so yeah I am nervous.” I huffed.

“You really think that? You really think this won’t mean anything to me? That you don’t mean anything to me?” hurt crossed his features as he stepped closer to me. I nodded as I looked at him. “Y/N, you couldn’t be more wrong. I can’t get you off my mind.”

“Really?” I asked. 

“Of course. I wouldn’t joke about this.” Draco said, putting his hand on my cheek, as he leaned in. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” I breathed.

Draco leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I kissed back instantly. My eyes fluttered close as I wrapped my arms around his neck and he put his arms around my waist. 

After a minute or so, we pulled away. He rested his forehead against mine.

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, nervously.

“Well duh,” I laughed. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my nose. He pulled me as close as possible as I laid my head on his chest. The music downstairs was a gentle hum and we started to sway to the music. 

“Hey lovebirds! The time is up!” Blaise shouted. 

Draco pulled away and grabbed my hand. He opened the door and led me back to the game. When we got back to the circle, he sat next to me and put his arm around me. I leaned into him and kind of ignored the rest of the game, loving the feeling of being close to him.

[merlins-tits]

ok my grand idea for a fic came to me when listening to Harry Styles’ album...basically Harry Potter writes the songs on this album and sings them and I can’t write so i’m just gonna give all the details for it without putting the work in

(feel free to write something with this)

- eighth year (because, duh)

- hermione plans an inter-house unity party

- everyone picks a slip of parchment out of a hat and they have to do what the slip says at the party (things like wear fishnet tights, or only talk in an american accent, or show your favorite spell in front of everyone, or challenge someone to a duel but you can only use first-year defense spells)

- she rigs it because she’s a sneaky bitch but she doesn’t know what each slip will say

- basically, everyone has to do something that they’re afraid of but if they don’t, there’s a punishment at the bottom of each slip

- (ron’s slip finally gets him to ask hermione to move in with him after hogwarts)

- harry reads his slip and freaks the fuck out because “hermione what the hell you’re going to make me fucking SING in front of all of them??? sing songs that I wrote????? in front of MALFOY and all of the slytherins who are no doubt going to make my life miserable for it????”

- hermione is like oh shit I thought you would just have to tell everyone you were bi finally

- fast forward to the party and harry is sweating and so nervous and he hasnt shown anyone his songs BUT hermione because she pestered him to after they saw his slips and the songs made her cry

- they’re in the room of requirement which gives each student an easier way to perform their “dare”

- ron asks hermione, she says yes, then she tells him in front of everyone that she has a fantasy that the two of them fuck in the restricted section, ron goes bright red, blaise zabini screams “oh FUCK yes,” seamus slaps ron on the back and says “congrats, mate! make sure you don’t get any...bodily fluids on the books or they’ll start screaming and pince will come out and see you with your dick out”

- everyone wonders why seamus knows this, he gears up, pulls his slips out, a soapbox appears, he steps up, clears his throat, and in his best professor snape voice, says, “i, seamus finnegan, instead of attending the halloween feast in fifth year, snuck into the restricted section and wanked over a potions book by the name of, ‘Love Erotica,’ which informs the reader all about love potions. not only do you get new information on how to spot a love potion, but you also get to see potions that make breasts grow double the size...with pictures. madam pince found 15 year old me with my dick out over a drawing of tits. thank you, and 1,000 points from gryffindor to being a nasty and horrid child.”

- he bowed, the whole room went crazy, and seamus was known as the wank king for the rest of the year

- meanwhile, draco is going around to apologizing to everyone in the room who he had wronged BUT he had to finish with harry

- right as draco is gearing up to go to harry, harry steps up onto a mini stage, pulls out the guitar he found in sirius’ old room, sits on a stool, casts a mild sonorus over the guitar and his voice, and says “er, hi. my slip told me I had to sing and play some songs for you guys, and I, um, I wrote some of them this summer and finished some a couple of weeks ago..”

- everyone is staring at him wide-eyed and in shock (draco especially) hermione is smiling and has tears in her eyes

- “alright, er, I'm gonna start” harry looks up to see draco near the stage, and he starts to play

- “And oh we started Two hearts in one home It's hard when we argue We're both stubborn I know, but oh

Sweet creature, sweet creature Wherever I go, you bring me home Sweet creature, sweet creature When I run out of road, you bring me home”

- everyone is shocked because harry has a soft, but husky voice and it pulls you in. no one knew he was musically talented

- draco is absolutely in awe and you can see how he feels so obviously by the look in his face

- harry finishes, everyone claps and shouts, hes bright red, ron is thumping him on the back, hermione is hugging him and telling him how proud she is, but draco is just stuck and he cant stop staring because harry is so so beautiful and how did he not realize this sooner

- harry steps up and says he has one more song to sing because his slip said he had to sing the two songs he was most nervous about

- everyone wonders why he sang sweet creature, he blushes, then everyone is trying to figure out who its about

- he starts to sing a more upbeat song called “medicine”

- “Tingle running through my bones, fingers to my toes Tingle running through my bones The boys and the girls are in I mess around with him And I'm okay with it I’m coming down, I figured out I kinda like it And when I sleep I’m gonna dream of how you tasted If you go out tonight, I’m going out ‘cause I know you’re persuasive You got that something, I got me an appetite; now I can taste it We're getting dizzy, oh, we're getting dizzy, oh La la la la la You get me dizzy, oh, you get me dizzy, oh”

- everyone is dancing, draco is stuck on “I mess around with him and I'm okay with it”

- pansy comes up beside draco and yells out “hey potter! did you just come out?”

- harry looks up sheepishly and says “uh, sort of”

- pansy says “gay?”

- “no, bisexual”

- “nice, me too”

- everyone loses their shit because two of their classmates just came out as bisexual when everyone thought they were 100% straight

- draco thinks ‘fuck it’ and rushes up to harry, apologizes for being a dickwad to him for the past 7 years, tells him he has an amazing talent and...

- “potter you’re the most beautiful fucking person I've ever seen” and proceeds to kiss him

- everyone is silent

- they break apart and instead of looking shocked harry says “finally figured it out, huh? I've been flirting with you all year and you dont seem to be able to get it through your thick skull. which song gave it away? I wrote them both with you in mind.”

- hermione squeals, pansy and blaise are like “what the fuck what the fuck draco how did you not know he was flirting with you it was so fucking obvious you fucking idiot”

- draco is like “I didnt even realize I was gay until 10 minutes ago!”

- “you fucking idiot weve known since you were 12 and wouldnt stop talking about potter”

- everyone is still losing their shit and I dont even remember where I was going with this I think it was a fever dream