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lupinlongbottom · 5 years ago

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Jacaranda pt. 2

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Summary: The next two years at Hogwarts were to be the best in (Y/N)’s life; A happy relationship, friends she could almost call her siblings and subjects she was passionate about. But, Draco Malfoy had other plans for the two, a true test of their faith and trust.

Prompt: Your Draco Malfoy imagine was sooo good! I thought it was so well written and such a nice relationship! It got me thinking about what do you think would happen to them during their 6/7th year? Like I'd assume even though they'd be on opposite sides of the war, she would understand why Draco does what he does... - Anon

Word Count: 5.1k

Warnings: a bit of swearing, mention of blood

A/N: I just felt like their story needed more, you know? idk. felt inspired and wanted to write for Draco again! I really enjoy writing conflict. Wild.

Part 1

The train was solemn, quiet, almost. Normally, (Y/N) found herself enjoying the laughter of the students around her, finding solace in the few friends she had acquired over the years. This year, however, (Y/N) sat next to Draco, quietly holding his hand as the train barreled towards Hogwarts. He hadn’t been the same since his father was thrown in to Azkaban, for good reason, (Y/N) thought. Draco idolized his father, tried to prove himself worthy to the man any chance he could.

The past summer was the first she had spent without Draco, without the laughter and sunshine he brought into her already bleak life. She found her afternoons lackluster, trying to read her textbooks underneath the glow of the blue tree, trying to bring herself to think of anything but him. Though they had confessed their truest feelings, the entirety of their relationship was thrown to the back burner as Draco claimed he had ‘more important things’ to attend to that summer.

(Y/N) knew she shouldn’t take it seriously, that losing his father was taking a toll on him. He neglected to send back owls, only finding it in himself to respond curtly, in short sentences when he did. Once, she received a letter with only two words; ‘trust me’. (Y/N) tried, tried terribly hard to believe him, to trust that Draco was alright. Even when the Malfoy’s were invited to the (L/N) Estate for lunch, Narcissa was the only one to show. To say that she was angry would be the smallest of understatements.

Still, she persisted to be a good friend, to comfort him in any way she knew how. She didn’t need to yell at Draco, as badly as she knew he deserved to hear her vile words, the one’s she had crafted over the summer, she held her tongue, quietly listening to the chatter around her.

“When do you suppose we’ll arrive to Hogwarts?” Pansy Parkinson asked, seated directly across the table from the couple, her eyes digging directly into (Y/N)’s profile.

“Roughly the same time as always, Parkinson,” Draco spat, his fingers tapping rapidly against the tabletop. Almost frantic. “Hogwarts,” he laughed. “What a pathetic excuse for a school.”

“Draco,” (Y/N) mumbled, squeezing his hand for just a moment. She noted the way his features softened, briefly, his eyes looking warmer for the second he relaxed. “Are you alright?”

“Never been better, (Y/N),” Draco said, uninterested. “Just can’t wait to get back to classes, to learning about stupid spells and stupid plants—”

“Draco,” (Y/N) said, repeating his name.

“What?” He spat, turning directly towards (Y/N), now facing her head on. He stared at her for a minute, his brows furrowed tightly together. “What is it?”

“N-nothing,” (Y/N) said, pulling her hand away, her face hardened. “I think-I think I’ll leave you be,” she stood up. “Slughorn invited me to his carriage earlier, I’m going to take him up on his offer, I think,” (Y/N) said, turning her back to Draco. “I’ll…” she paused, her eyes flicking over the darkened boy, wondering where the light in him went. “I’ll see you.”

(Y/N) didn’t see much of Draco, practically at all. After confronting him about Potter’s broken and bloodied nose, Draco practically avoided (Y/N) every chance he got for a week after the fact, dodging her in the halls, once jumping over the couch in their common room to get past her. She had no idea where he was off to, where his mind was at. (Y/N) was determined to get to the bottom of it.

Despite her morals getting the better of her, (Y/N) decided the only way to confront Draco was to follow him. He hadn’t been showing up to classes, even when he did, his mind was elsewhere, face bleak and empty. She found, that he clung to Crabbe and Goyle more than normal, having them follow him like bodyguards, unlike his usual gaggle of lackeys. It wasn’t until she followed him to the seventh floor, past the ghastly tapestry that she knew where he was going.

The Room of Requirement. (Y/N) was aware of the room, having trained in Dumbledore’s Army for much time in her last year, hiding from the scrutiny and force of Dolores Umbridge. What on earth could Draco have a need for that the room could provide? A place to reflect? To mourn?

She took a deep breath, pacing in front of the bare wall. Three times, she reminded herself. Three times she needed to walk past the wall, to really have the room understand what she required. After her third circle, a door grew, appearing from the marbling of the walls. Hesitantly, she opened it, finding herself surrounded by various objects, ranging in size and shape. A loud clatter could be heard farther in the room.

“Draco?” (Y/N) asked, walking towards the noise. Funneling past bookshelves, layers of dust coating a few. The rustling stopped, leaving (Y/N) hopelessly lost, until, however, she found the tip of a wand pressing against the flesh of her cheek.

“(Y/N)?” Draco said, relaxing his arm, his hand hovering in front of her face.

“Will you put your wand away?” (Y/N) said, pushing the stick away from her, down to Draco’s side. “Godric, sometimes you just get so trigger-happy.”

“How did you find me?” Draco asked again, his fist curling tightly around the base of his wand. “You should be in Potions class right now, surely you didn’t—”

“Skip?” (Y/N) laughed. “That’s a laugh, coming from you.”

“Why did you, then? Follow me?”

“Because I’ve been wanting to talk to you, Draco,” (Y/N) said plainly, shrugging her shoulders lightly. “I’ve figured the only way to get you to talk to me is to find out where you’ve been going. I also figured that of all the teachers to be lax about me skipping would be Slughorn, considering…”

“Considering the stupid involvement you have in his ‘Slug Club’?” Draco spat, only mildly annoyed.

“Hey, it’s a stupid club but it’s my stupid club,” (Y/N) retorted, crossing her arms. “He’s dull, but I find it comforting to be wanted somewhere for once, Draco,” she clicked. “Somewhere where I can be noted for my accomplishments. Not that you’d care enough about it.”

“(Y/N), did you really come here just to yell at me?” Draco asked, putting his wand in the back pocket of his trousers, now completely at ease with her presence. His eyes flicked around to the various objects beside (Y/N), never directly looking at her. “I’m not in the mood to fight, quite exhausted, really.”

“You look it,” (Y/N) said, noting the dark circles under Draco’s eyes. “You look like you haven’t slept in weeks,” her hand rose to his jaw, thumb tracing underneath the growing bags hanging under his eyes, puffy and irritated.

“Always the detective,” Draco said, pushing her hand away gently. “Of course I haven’t been sleeping, my father was thrown into Azkaban. The Malfoy’s are the laughing stock of The Prophet, the butt of everyone’s jokes,” he spat, running a hand through his unruly hair, (Y/N) noted how it wasn’t styled like it normally was. “I’ve been… busy, taking over the position as the head of the Malfoy family.”

“Draco, you don’t mean—”

“Are you really all that surprised?” Draco asked, staring (Y/N) directly in her eyes. “Since my father was caught, the Dark Lord needed someone to take his place—to finish the task that he was supposed to fulfill, to have me prove my place—”

“Your arm,” (Y/N) said, holding her hand out. “Show me. Now, Draco.”

“Do you really need proof?” He chided, cocking his head to the side. “Do you really need to hurt yourself over it?”

“Yes,” she said, offering her hand again, preparing herself to forcibly pull his jumper off of him. “I need to see it, Draco. I don’t believe you, I don’t believe that you’d actually—”

It was then, in the filtering light from the lamp above that (Y/N) saw it, the mark. Draco had ripped his sleeve upward, shining the black branding at (Y/N), the snake wriggling ever so slightly. She looked up at Draco’s face, noting the pain etched into his features. Fear, loathing, disappointment.

“Go on,” Draco said, thrusting his forearm closer to (Y/N). “Get a better look! Take it all in, (Y/N)! Is this the proof you wanted? Is this what you really wanted to see? Does it make you feel better?”

“Of course it doesn’t!” (Y/N) screamed, throwing her hands into fists, tightly holding them to her sides. “In no universe could this make me feel better, Draco! Godric, here I thought you’d be strong enough to ignore him, wise enough to get out of this mess before it swallowed you whole!”

“You think too highly of me.”

“I do because I love you, Draco!” (Y/N) spat, punching his chest, pushing him back a few steps. “Damnit,” she stumbled, rising her hand again, ready to strike. “You… you git!”

Draco grabbed her wrist, stopping the incoming blow. “Love?” he clicked, throwing her hand to the side. “Please. You could never really love me, love the things that I’ve had to do.”

“You’re shitting me,” (Y/N) said, feeling the tears stinging in her eyes, threatening to fall. “You’ve got to be shitting me, Draco. What? Are we going to ignore everything that happened to us? Our entire lives? The last year?”

“I can,” Draco clicked, his face stony. “You should too. Forget about me, run off with your pathetic do-good friends, it’ll pay off in the long-run, maybe you’ll be safe.”

“So that’s what this is? You’re trying to push me away,” (Y/N) said, taking a few steps back, her shoe hitting the foot of a chair. “You’re pathetic, Draco Malfoy.”

“I’m doing it because I care about you—”

“If you really cared, you’d stop,” (Y/N) said plainly. “I know that you’ve—you’ve got to do this,” she shook her head, almost unwillingly. “I know that’s what he wants you to think.”

“You could join,” Draco said, pulling on her jumper sleeve, hanging onto the threads with every ounce of will he could. “But,” his arm went slack. “I know that’s not—not what’s best for you. I’m trying, (Y/N),” his voice grew smaller. “I’m just trying to save my family. I have to do this, to ensure that he won’t lay a finger on anyone I care about, you included.”

“I doubt I’m at the top of his list,” (Y/N) scoffed, pulling her arm away.

“Really?” Draco laughed pitifully. “You don’t think so? (Y/N) (L/N), daughter and Heiress of the esteemed (L/N) family, famously standing to the side of the war, blending into the grey of the matter, taking neither side,” he held up his fingers, counting off. “Friends with Harry Potter, the number one enemy to the Dark Lord,” he pushed the pad of his finger back, making a point. “Girlfriend of Draco Malfoy, the son of his most recent oversight!”

“‘Girlfriend’? So now we’re using that word?” (Y/N) said, her tone growing sour. “Funny, people don’t usually treat their girlfriends this way, do they?”

“What else do you want me to do, (Y/N)?” Draco laughed again, the sound almost painful. “I’ve been trying everything, anything, to get you to stop following me,” he sighed, pausing for a moment. “You don’t believe in him, the Dark Lord.”

“Of course I don’t, I never have—”

“Then leave,” Draco said simply. “Leave before it gets real, (Y/N). Forget about me, ignore the things I have to do. Run, far away from all of this.”

“You really think that, don’t you?” (Y/N) shook her head, fighting the tears. “You want me to believe that you’re the monster, right? Right?!” Her words echoed against the various objects surrounding them, somehow floating in the air. Draco stood silent. “Fine then. Be happy. You’re the monster you’ve always feared.”

(Y/N) turned around, afraid she might cry, sob openly in front of the person she least wanted the pleasure of seeing it. A few quick skips and almost tripping over a large black cabinet, (Y/N) exited into the empty corridor. She knew that Draco had no choice, knew deep down that he was doing what he thought was right. She just wished that she was a part of that plan.

She didn’t speak to Draco for the rest of the year, unless it was purely in an academic setting. As badly as (Y/N) wanted to curse him into oblivion, she knew that this fight, the war that was directly under their noses, was the rift that inevitably was to tear them apart. She threw herself into her studies, gaining high marks in each of her classes, learning each and every curse and hex she could muster. If there was to be a war, a big one at that, she had to prepare herself.

(Y/N) had heard of the cursed locket, the poisoned mead. Harry tried to convince his peers, his friends, that Draco Malfoy was a Death Eater and her intended on killing Dumbledore. (Y/N) didn’t need much convincing, but she hardly gave Harry the satisfaction of being right. She never shared Draco’s secret, his mark, intending to take it to her grave. A last bit of thanks she owed the boy. The last bit she would owe him, ever.

When she heard of what Harry had done to Draco, (Y/N) couldn’t even bring herself to cry, to feel remorse. She knew it was terrible, what had happened, she knew she should’ve visited him in the Hospital Wing, hold his hand. But, she also knew it was against everything Draco wanted. He didn’t deserve the pleasure of seeing her, being comforted by her. After everything he said, what he said he wanted from her, she couldn’t bring herself to bother caring.

“There might be a fight,” Harry spoke honestly, pulling (Y/N) out of her mental tangent. “Death Eaters, in the school,” he swallowed thickly. “We need all the man-power we can get, if need be.”

“We’ve got your back, Harry,” Neville said, proudly. “Dumbledore’s Army, forever.”

“We can help,” Luna agreed, nodding her head.

(Y/N) sat for a moment, feeling a sense of pride well in her chest. The group of stragglers stared at the Slytherin, eyes flicking over her profile. She knew she had to answer, knew she finally had to pick a side. No longer will she be pushed to the sidelines, ignoring this impending war, much like her cowardice parents did once before. She finally stepped out of both ponds, picking a side.

“I’m in,” (Y/N) said, face hardened. “You can count on me.”

She stood with Harry.

Her seventh year was nothing like she had ever imagined it to be. The war was looming around them, Voldemort had taken over the Ministry, appointing Severus Snape to be Headmaster of the school. (Y/N) had deliberated on wether or not to even return to the wizarding school, if at all. Many of her classmates had made similar choices.

The atmosphere in the Slytherin House was a dark one, the majority of the house overjoyed with how the school was being run, how the war was turning out. Many of the students had Death Eater family members, or just supported Voldemort in the war anyway, leaving little worrying in the dungeons.

(Y/N) had never felt more alone. Her closest friends hadn’t shown up to school for that year, not sharing any insight on to their whereabouts or plans. She knew, however, that it was imperative that they kept the casualties to a minimum, knew that their lack of sharing was their way of keeping her and their other friends safe. Regardless, (Y/N) felt the people she had grown closest to were farther away than ever.

She had, however, toyed with the notion of talking to Draco. He, much to everyone’s surprise, showed up for the following school year. Many thought that he’d go and fully join Voldemort and his goons, but, nonetheless, there he sat, staring at the fireplace in the common room. He looked broken, eyes empty. Maybe she should entertain the idea some more.

“(Y/N),” he called from the couch, eyes not leaving the fireplace. He had caught her before she rose to her dormitory. Guess the time was now.

“Yes?” (Y/N) replied, turning to the blonde. She made sure to keep her voice level, composure even. “What do you want?”

“We should… talk,” Draco said, tapping his fingers rhythmically onto the arm of the dark green couch. “I haven’t—we haven’t spoken…”

“Funny,” (Y/N) spat. “I wonder why that is,” she began to turn back, only to hear a deep sigh come from Draco. “Alright, fine,” she moved over to the couch, standing squarely in front of the boy, crossing her arms. “Talk.”

“Wouldn’t you rather take a seat?”

“No.”

“Alright.”

Draco stared at his shoes, all black and polished. He didn’t quite know what to say, or how to say it. How could he? Surely he had broken her heart, if any of the pain was as mutual for their split in the last year was nearly as close to his. The large clock that hung in the center of the wall, off to the right of the fireplace ticked slowly, menacingly at the two.

“Well?” (Y/N) tapped her foot, the sound almost akin to a soft slap. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry,” Draco said, fearing it was all he could say. “Sorry for everything—”

“Are you?” She cut him off, leaning towards the blonde. “Are you really all that sorry? You don’t seem sorry, you seem sorry for the guilt you’ve caused for yourself.”

“I heard… about your parents—”

“Yeah? I’m sure you have, seen them at a few meetings, have you?” (Y/N) chuckled airily, loosening her arms for just a moment. “They’ve finally picked a side, good on them, right? I’m sure the Dark Lord is pleased to have the elusive and cowardice (L/N)’s on his side finally, yeah? Another pure-blooded family to add to the army?”

“(Y/N)…”

“No,” (Y/N) said, holding a finger. “You wanted to talk, so I’m going to talk,” she spat, making a point. “If you think for even a second that I’m going to follow suit with my parents, you’d be dead wrong.”

“Of course I don’t think you’re going to join,” Draco scoffed, finally growing annoyed. “You’d think your years of trailing behind Potter and his Gryffindor goons would’ve given me any other reason to believe that?”

“You still aren’t getting it, are you?” (Y/N) clicked, her arms now comfortably resting at her sides. “This isn’t about Potter anymore, Draco! This is a matter of war,” she let out a sigh, feeling the dark pit in her stomach burble.

“Yeah? Seems to me it’s still pretty much about Potter, isn’t it?”

“Merlin’s beard, will you stop talking about Potter for once?” (Y/N) said, finally releasing the words she’d pent up for years, always hidden on the back burner. “People are dying, Draco. Innocent people, with families and children. People are dying because of Voldemort’s sick and twisted narrative on what society should be, what our world should look like. But yeah, go off about Potter again.”

“Godric, (Y/N), you infuriate the shit out of me sometimes,” Draco said, running a hand through his hair. “Don’t you think I know that? Don’t you think that I’m more than capable to understand what he’s doing?”

“You’re more than capable,” (Y/N) said, nodding lightly. “I just don’t understand why you’re still fighting on the wrong side—”

“Here we go with the ‘wrong side’ nonsense,” Draco rose to his feet, squarely standing in front of (Y/N). “Do you know why I even bothered to show up to school this year? Why I’m not out there with him?”

“It’s compulsory, mandatory for students to show up this year, if not—”

“It’s because I have a better chance of staying alive in these walls than out there,” Draco raised a finger, pointing to the outside world beyond the windows. “Even with my father now out of Azkaban, our family is still vying for his approval, still under scrutiny of what my father did.”

“Bully for you,” (Y/N) said cooly. “I’m sure your involvement with Dumbledore’s assassination sufficed enough, yeah?”

“You know about that?” Draco asked, pausing for a moment, taking a step back.

“I’m not a fucking idiot, Draco,” (Y/N) laughed, picking at her nails for just a moment, trying to ignore how badly she wanted to slap him. “Harry had his suspicions all last year. My parents just couldn’t stop talking about it after their first real meeting. They never really cared for Dumbledore, they were just dying to share the news when I got back that summer.”

“I’m not the one who—”

“Do you think that it even matters? To me, anyway?”

“I guess not.”

“Say all you want about Hogwarts and how ‘poorly’ it was run before, but if you try to look me in the eyes and tell me that this Hogwarts, the one where we’re forced to use the fucking Cruciatus curse on anyone, try to tell me that this Hogwarts is what’s right in the world?” (Y/N) spat, barely taking another breath between her words. “I’m one of the lucky few, the Carrows don’t pay much attention to me unless I speak up—”

“Which you do—”

“Of course I do!” (Y/N) finally shouted. “I’m not going to stand around and watch children, literal children, get hexed and cursed and beaten because they won’t follow their ruling! Haven’t you noticed that I’m sporting this look of late?” She ran her finger to her cheek, a swollen and violently red bump met her touch. “Got that one for standing up for Neville, for doing what he’s doing.”

“Longbottom? Serves you right, anyone deserves to be beaten for standing up for that numpty,” Draco clicked, crossing his arms, receding back to the cushions of the couch. “Him, Weasley and Lovegood have been vandalizing the walls with their rubbish, speaking out too often, getting in the way of the Carrows.”

“Don’t you reckon I’m helping them?”

“It’s crossed my mind,” Draco admitted. “Yes.”

“Then why do you sound surprised? Why are you ever shocked with my choices? You’ve known that I’ve made these choices in the past, yet every time I go against what you’d want me to do, you look like the world has ended,” (Y/N) said, her voice cooling down. “We’ve had similar starts in life, yeah, but where we are now,” she pointed a finger between the two, pushing it back and forth. “Is a direct correlation of character, Draco Malfoy. A testament to our true nature.”

“Funny,” Draco clicked his tongue. “You never thought that this life,” he pulled up his sleeve, the Dark Mark shining brighting against his pale skin. “That these choices defined me all those years ago, what changed? Was it this mark? Or was it the brainwashing of the others around you?”

“Shove off, Malfoy,” (Y/N) groaned, throwing a hand to her hair. “Of course it was the mark! In years past it was easy to throw your name-calling and bullying under the rug, I hoped you would grow out of it…” She paused for a moment, hearing the loud clicks of the seconds passing by. “I still think you can,” (Y/N) said, a bit lower than before. “And I think you know that, too.”

“Doubtful.”

“There’s conflict in you,” (Y/N) said, lowering her hand. “You would’ve gone through with killing Dumbledore yourself if there wasn’t. I urge you to be better, trust yourself, not the words of the people around you. Listen to what Draco really has to say.”

(Y/N) exited the room, the weight of her words weighing heavily on Draco’s shoulders.

The air was somber, thick with sorrow and relief. The war had ended. Voldemort was dead. Friends and family were dead. The celebration in the Great Hall was of a temperate energy. While most were elated for the war to finally be over, many were still in mourning of the ones they had lost.

(Y/N), now covered in soot and blood, made her way through the hall. Her parents had fled the scene, not wanting to take part in the battle, on either side, truly showing their nature as the greyest of cowards. She nodded at friends she had passed, many scowled at her uniform, still wearing the green of Slytherin house, but it did not matter. What did matter, was the trio of blondes, all seated together, looking as if they didn’t belong.

“Draco,” (Y/N) sighed, finally making eye contact with the boy.

“(Y/N),” his blue-grey eyes lit up with a spark, jolting from the spot between his parents. He pulled her into a high embrace, unsure of what else to do. They could feel the eyes of the Malfoy’s on their backs, but didn’t care. (Y/N)’s arms wrapped tightly around his neck, leaning up to hold him closer. Draco felt himself melt into the touch, his head falling into the crook of her neck. They didn’t speak, but merely swayed for a moment, the world around them unmoving.

“Hi,” (Y/N) said, pulling her head away, eyes flicking between Draco’s.

“Hi,” Draco repeated, chuckled airily as he fought a grin.

“You’re alive,” she mumbled into his chest, taking in the sickly smell of sweat and dirt.

“I know.”

“I’ve been thinking,” (Y/N) said, loosening her arms just a bit, but still not disconnecting from Draco.

“A dangerous pastime,” Draco said, finally succumbing to his grin. He couldn’t help it. “What’ve you been thinking about?”

“All of this,” (Y/N) said, honestly. “Us.”

“Us?” Draco said, his brows furrowing closer together. “What about us?”

“Knocking on death’s door really puts life into perspective, you know?” (Y/N) said, glancing back up at the boy. “Makes you realize what you really want in life, while you still can.”

“And that’s what you really want?” Draco asked, almost hesitating. “You want me? Us?” (Y/N) nodded, the trace of a smile pulling at her lips. “I thought you were still mad at me, bloody hell, I know I would be.”

“I am,” (Y/N) nodded again. “Still mad at you, I mean. I don’t think I’ll ever be over it,” she laughed, the sound ringing into Draco’s ears. As beautiful as a bell. “But, you’ve changed. You still have conflict, I feel it in you, Draco. But you’ve chosen the right side, finally. Much more to work on, but that can be arranged,” (Y/N) smiled. “But, people do crazy things, think crazy things when…”

“When what?” Draco poked, knowing full well what (Y/N) was to say next. “Tell me, (Y/N), people do crazy things when what?”

“Shove it, Malfoy,” she said, pushing his face playfully away, her own shining as red as tomatoes. “You know full well what I was going to say.”

“You’re right,” Draco hummed, rocking back and forth on his toes, unsure of what to do. “I do.”

“Glad to see that you’re not as dim as I thought—”

“I love you.”

The words were quick, meaningful. Draco had never said them aloud, never fully to her. Only in his dreams did he imagine the moment would come where he could share his feelings with the one he desperately wanted to. Even in their fifth year, when their feelings collided, he never, truly, said those pesky three words. (Y/N) was always the one to say them, always two steps ahead.

“You—what?” (Y/N) babbled, stunned by the sudden confession.

“I love you,” Draco repeated, his words more determined. He ran his hand to her cheek, holding it gently. “Honestly, (Y/N), you should get your ears checked out, perhaps they were injured in midst the battle?”

“Funny,” (Y/N) clicked, leaning into his touch. “I just never thought that you’d actually—wow,” she shook her head slightly. “I never imagined that—”

“Would you shut up for a moment so I can kiss you?” Draco said, placing his thumb over her lips, successfully silencing the girl. (Y/N) nodded lightly, feeling her cheeks grow hot.

He pulled her in fiercely, his hand pushing itself behind her head, pulling her lips to his quickly. This is what they’d been fighting for all along, it was clear to both Draco and (Y/N). How plain it was, now that they had each other in their arms. The kiss was soft, full of their respect, their love for one another.

They had felt it, the eyes of the hall on them. Perhaps that’s what caused the two to pull away so soon, but even with the eyes of the world on the couple, they knew that it would be harder to separate them now than ever.

“I suppose…” (Y/N) said, interlacing her fingers with Draco’s. “I suppose you should get back to your parents.”

“You’re right,” Draco hummed, his eyes still glued to the girl before him. “We should get back to them.”

“We?”

“It’d be nice to reunite them with the little (L/N) girl, wouldn’t it? The one they’d been on my back about marrying anyway?” He grinned, watching (Y/N)’s smile creep up her face. “I’m sure they saw what just happened anyway, mum’d be on my back if I didn’t pull you over there anyway.”

“I suppose you’re right,” (Y/N) said, squeezing his hand. “Let’s go, then.”

The two walked hand in hand, not a care in the world for anyone but each other. They sat near Draco’s parents, smiling like idiots, watching the sunshine crawl over Narcissa’s face, the realization of happiness emitted in her son’s appearance. Lucius sat stiffly, unassuming to the whole affair, but proudly listened to (Y/N)’s quiet words of affection she had for his son.

Draco and (Y/N) continued to hold their hands, the feeling of warmth between their fingers radiated into their very hearts. Neither of the two were going to let go anytime soon, for they were not ignorant enough to let it happen again.

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day One Hundred Sixty-Nine: Desk Lamp ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Hyūga Hinata, Uzumaki Naruto, Umino Iruka ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: Best Years of Your Life ] [ AO3 Link ]

Sometimes, being the goodie two shoes student can backfire.

Horribly.

“All right class, I need to make a quick run to the office,” the fourth grade teacher announces, standing from his desk. Iruka gives them all a look. “I expect you all to be on your best behavior while I’m gone, all right?”

A chorus of, “Yes, Mister Umino,” rings out monotonously over the room.

With that, he heads to the door, slipping out and letting it shut with a click.

Almost immediately, trouble starts brewing.

Snickering, a little blond boy - Naruto Uzumaki - abandons his desk and scurries to Iruka’s. “Hey! Who wants me to look for the answer sheet for Friday’s math test…?”

Several students murmur in tentative agreement.

Afraid to speak up, one Hinata Hyūga hesitates as he starts rifling through drawers.

“Oi.”

A few heads turn to another student: Sasuke Uchiha. Dark-haired and quiet, he’s one of Iruka’s favorites.

The word pauses Naruto in his search. “...what?”

“Go sit down, idiot. Mister Umino said to behave.”

Obviously not in the mood to pay the other boy any mind, Naruto scowls, sticking out his tongue. “Like I’m gonna listen to you! Whatcha gonna do, tell on me?”

Dark eyes narrow. “If Mister Umino finds out you guys are cheating, we’re all gonna get in trouble. Leave it alone!”

“He’ll never know if we don’t tell him! That means you too, teacher’s pet!”

Scowling, Sasuke stands up. “Stop it!”

“Make me!”

All right...fine! He will! Leaving his desk, Sasuke instead moves to the teacher’s, pulling on Naruto’s arm. “Go sit down…!”

“No! I wanna see the answer sheet!”

“You’re gonna get the whole class in trouble, stupid! Leave it!”

“And you’re the one being dumb, you’re gonna get us caught!”

“Let go!”

“YOU let go!”

“Guys, s-stop!” Hinata calls from her desk, standing.

Grappling with each other, the boys stumble further into the corner of the desk and the wall. The rest of the class watches with bated breath, waiting to see who will come out on top - Hinata tries to intervene, but -!

CRASH!

Startling, they both look over to see the aftermath just as Iruka walks in, Hinata flinching at the loud noise. From atop the teacher’s desk, his favorite desk lamp - one of glass featuring a dolphin - has tumbled to the floor, now lying in a thousand pieces.

Eyes wide, the instructor stares...then looks up to the boys, who stand frozen in their struggle. “...what on Earth is going on?!”

“Naruto was -”

“He totally came and -”

“- tried to stop him -”

“ pushed me, and -”

“All right, all right!” Iruka cuts in, heaving a curt breath. “I want both of you to just...go stand out in the hall until I think of a proper punishment.”

They both stiffen.

“...Hinata, were you involved in this?”

Suddenly remembering the third child up out of their desk, the boys look to her. “No, Mister Umino, she didn’t -!”

“I told all of you to behave. No one was allowed to get up from their desk.” Looking almost regretful, Iruka says, “I’m sorry, Hinata, but you better go with them.”

The little Hyūga seems to shrink in fright. She’s..she’s never really been in trouble before…

Both boys try to come to her defense, insisting she had nothing to do with the struggle and the broken lamp.

“I understand that, but...rules are rules, boys. Now, out into the hall. I need to call the janitor to come clean up the glass…” Shooing them out, Iruka looks to his beloved lamp, sighing with a hand at his brow.

It’s the last thing the trio see before the door shuts behind them.

...silence.

Scowling, Naruto leans against the wall, arms folding and collapsing to sit cross-legged on the floor. “This stinks...why didn’t you just leave me alone, Sasuke?!”

“Because you were being an idiot! Mister Umino trusted us, and you were trying to cheat!”

“Well maybe some of us aren’t that good at math!”

“Maybe instead of trying to cheat, you should use more time and effort to study!”

“U-um…”

Both of them look to Hinata, pausing as they see her worried expression. “...you okay?” Sasuke asks.

“Are...a-are we gonna get in trouble…?”

The pair glance to each other. She seems awfully upset… “...well, maybe we will,” Naruto offers blandly. “But you didn’t do anything wrong, Hinata.”

“Well...not as bad as us,” Sasuke mumbles sheepishly.

“I think Mister Umino will just give you a time out. Don’t worry.”

“W-what about you guys…?”

“Detention, probably,” the blond mutters.

Sasuke rounds on him. “What? But I was trying to -!”

“Doesn’t matter! You broke the lamp!”

“No I didn’t! That was you!”

“Nu-uh! You pushed me into it!”

“I didn’t push you! You just -”

“Guys, p-please stop!”

Both of them flinch as Hinata gives a quiet cry. Tears bead along her lids, chin trembling. “...please...d-don’t yell...yelling is s-scary…”

They both wilt. “...sorry,” each mutters, avoiding looking at one another.

Eventually, one of the janitors walks past them into the room with a vacuum to clean up the glass. Hinata shrinks to one side, Sasuke giving her a glance. Once he leaves again, Iruka follows the staff member out, arms crossed.

“So...are we ready to tell the truth?” he asks, staring down the bridge of his nose at them.

“...I can do it,” Sasuke murmurs. “So...Naruto got up after you left. He wanted the answers for the math test -”

Behind him, Naruto scowls...but doesn’t protest.

“I got up to try to get him to sit down, but he wouldn’t listen. We started to fight, and…” The Uchiha glances aside. “...I...pushed him into the lamp. That’s why it fell.”

That gets Naruto to pause.

“...it was my fault. But please, Mister Umino - Hinata didn’t do anything. She was trying to come get us to stop. She didn’t do anything wrong!”

The teacher sighs heavily through his nose. “...I see…so, you two think Hinata shouldn’t get in trouble?”

Both boys shake their heads. “...she wanted to help,” Naruto admits.

“Naruto, I’m very disappointed you tried to cheat, and that you didn’t listen to my instructions. Sasuke...I’m glad you tried to keep order, but it wasn’t your place to try to punish Naruto. That’s my job, all right? Next time, just mind your own manners and listen to the classroom rules. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“...yes, sir.”

Looking the trio over critically, Iruka sighs, head bowing as he thinks. “...all right. Seems you three have learned your lesson, so I won’t give you detention. But! If this ever happens again, you’ll have detention for a week! Understand? When I tell you to do something - or not to do something - you need to listen!”

“Yes, sir.”

“...all right, then. Back into class with you. We’ve got lessons to tend to!”

Heads all bowed contritely, the trio head back in. Naruto goes first, Hinata behind him and Sasuke behind her.

“...glad you’re not in trouble,” Sasuke murmurs.

“...thanks for d-defending me.”

“...sure.”

.oOo.

This prompt was...not great, I won't lie xD So the drabble is ALSO rather...lackluster. I didn't really have any good ideas, so...here's a mediocre one, lol Poor Hinata, just trying to keep the peace...but there's little of that to be had once those two start bickering. At least Iruka took it easy on them~ Anyway, I reallllly need sleep, so...time to sign off! Thanks for reading n_n

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #hyūga hinata #uzumaki naruto #umino iruka #best years of your life [ au ]#365daysofsasuhina

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legendaryedhplays · 7 years ago

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Falling Leaf Control

Hello, all you and welcome back to Shattered Perceptions. Before we get into the article, I want to take a second to once more highlight the guys over at The Brothers’ War podcast, who did an episode last week around my Shattergang Brothers deck that I wrote about a few months ago. It was a really cool to get featured and they have a healthy backlog of episodes so far, so go check them out.

Since coming to Hipsters of the Coast, I never would have believed that I was capable of writing weekly. While it took about a month of willing some articles into existence, the real method to my madness has been not letting ideas get discarded until I have given them a fair chance. A half dozen articles are primed to never leave my draft folder, but sometimes—like today—an idea finally boils to the top.

“Wish It Were Legendary” has been written on my metaphorical chalkboard since almost the beginning and there have been weeks where that was my second best lead when brainstorming a new article. I always knew that I would never really dedicate an entire article to writing about a Commander deck that wasn’t actually legal in the format—though, for the record, I view the Kamigawa flip creatures as fair game—but I thought maybe there was an article there. Recently while trying to sort some of the piles of cards amassed on my desk, I landed on Heartwood Storyteller and thought to myself, “man, wish this were legendary.”

It took a few minutes to register what my gut was telling me, then I had to determine what it was about the Storyteller that would have made for an interesting Commander. I think I have found that seed of an idea. After perusing Gatherer and Scryfall, I have landed me on what I think is a spiritual successor to the off-beat Treefolk. Ladies and gentlemen, this week we’re building with Dosan the Falling Leaf.

Dosan the Falling Leaf

To my knowledge, Dosan is not an important figure in the larger story of Kamigawa, even though he is legendary. This should not be surprising, as the world of Kamigawa was built around so many notable characters that being legendary wasn’t actually very special.

Kamigawa may have the biggest gap between its gameplay (lackluster) and its story (phenomenal) of any block Wizards has printed. The block has become a flavor hit among casual players and a disappointing Standard era remembered by more veteran players. Single cards get remembered more fondly since a handful have made their mark on Modern. For Commander, the entire block is great as a resource for generals but underwhelming as everything is monocolored.

While the abilities of Dosan do not align perfectly with the Storyteller, Dosan diverts so much of the common gameplay of Magic that I saw the two cards as thematically similar. Your opponents will likely not be prepared to benefit off the advantage generated. Whereas most decks rely on instant-speed tricks to help control the board or answer other decks, Dosan will push us to place permanents on the battlefield that will allow us to act on other players’ turns. Once our general comes into play, the plan should be to keep him alive at all costs, allowing us to play our turns without interaction.

Mistaken Invisibility

Dosan has a very powerful static ability but no protection when the EDH Inquisition decides to take him out during someone else’s turn. With that in mind, I want to give myself as many ways as possible to keep my general alive turn after turn. Similar to what I wrote about Isao, Enlightened Bushi, I believe Dosan may require at least five available mana before I can be ready to cast him, so that I can regenerate him during the first pass around the table. I plan to accomplish this by stocking my deck with on-board regeneration tricks like Broken Fall, Molting Skin, Ring of Xathrid, Medicine Bag, Trolls of Tel-Jilad, or Asceticism.

Once we can ensure that our general will not be dying to destroy effects, we want to make our general obscenely large with effects like Blanchwood Armor, Ivy Seer, or Narcissism. Conversely, making our general untargetable with a Dense Foliage, Alpha Authority, Spellbane Centaur, or the previously mentioned Asceticism can help to fight not only direct damage but bounce. We may be investing a lot of resources early in the game to sticking Dosan, but after that he should be too obnoxious to deal with.

Mana Package

This is Green, so it’s realistic to assume that you can amass giant swaths of mana. Ramp packages are pretty well defined for Green and you really have your choice of how you want to craft your’s, so I won’t belabor this section. Personally, I would want to fill my deck with Mana Reflection effects if I’m trying to keep my mana flowing, creatures like Karametra’s Acolyte and Joraga Treespeaker, or mana rocks like Gilded Lotus and Astral Cornucopia. If armies-in-a-can like Avenger of Zendikar or Deranged Hermit are more your style, a ramp package like Citanul Hierophants, Cryptolith Rite, and Rishkar, Peema Renegade will go a long ways.

Breaking the Rules

To stay on theme with Dosan, City of Solitude provides redundancy to help gain edges over the rest of the table. My first instinct beyond that was to include Assault Formation, but I soon realized that changes how our creatures interact with the table, while also requiring too much building-around for this deck. But this is an excellent candidate for Hall of Gemstone, which can greatly hamper multicolor decks not equipped with mana rocks.

Since we’re looking to land our general and keep him protected, it is smart to preempt any countermagic with Leyline of Lifeforce, Gaea’s Herald, or Prowling Serpopard. We either catch our opponents with shields down or forced to deal with our preemptive measures ahead of time, plucking more answers out of their hands.

The last suite of cards I want are resilient creatures, either through protection like Petrified Wood-Kin, Great Sable Stag, and Scragnoth. Other good choices are regenerators like Silvos, Rogue Elemental, Mossbridge Troll, Hunted Troll, and Isao, Enlightened Bushi. The last step is to queue up Bellowing Tanglewurm and Roughshod Mentor to add some evasion to our team. Once we’re moving full speed ahead, we should be pretty hard to deal with.

Having Answers

One of my favorite parts of writing these articles is trying to build around the restrictions that different generals create. Sometimes it’s simpler than others. With Dosan the Falling Leaf, the idea of what we’re looking for is simple—activated abilities as substitutes for spells—but the selections may be more nuanced.

Green is the color of artifact and enchantment control, and as such there is nothing wrong with playing Naturalize and just accepting that it plays like a Break Asunder in this deck—I just advise not. In terms of off-turn interaction stapled onto creatures or enchantments, I recommend Nullmage Shepherd the highest, followed by Ainok Survivalist, Nantuko Vigilante, Sylvok Replica, Viridian Zealot, Wickerbough Elder, and Seal of Primordium.

Since we’re also playing mono green, we get to dig into some generic good stuff that normally doesn’t make the cut. I really have a soft spot for Elephant Grass, which I believe I first stumbled upon when I borrowed my frenemy aka Thomas aka Twitter’s HobbesQ’s Gaddock Teeg deck. The card often does a really great job of buying a few extra turns by being a surprise Ghostly Prison with a laughable upkeep cost in the late game. This card can be dead in the early game, unless you find yourself facing down a vindictive Skullbriar, the Walking Grave player.

In order to counteract Green’s least favorite brand of attackers—fliers—I suggest Gravity Well, Storm Front, Crosswinds, and Downdraft as relatively simple ways to be a rattlesnake against everything from Angels to Dragons. With enough fatties or defender creatures, it should be pretty simple to be perceived as a fortress that is not profitable to engage, deterring attacks.

But now I turn the attention back to the readers: what kind of cards would you plug in? You can find my daily EDH Weapon of Choice post on Twitter, where I give you the general and you get to tell me what your first include would be. Until next time, good luck and thank you!

#dosan #mtg #edh #commander #green #control #article #reblog #cmdr

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