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riddleriddles · 1 year ago

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ෆ delicate

ෆ matthew riddle x hufflepuff! shy! reader

ෆ summary: the one in which Matthew can’t leave such a beautiful girl crying alone in a dress like that.

ෆ warnings: English translated from google (please let me know if there are any grammatical mistakes), alteration of the history of mattheo and tom (tom is not voldemort but an potions teacher like snape).

ෆ notes: i just love shy!reader so much, im sorry if all my one shots are all with shy or hufflepuff reader, IM JUST A GIRL

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Parties have never really been your favorite way to spend time, loud music and dancing until your feet hurt in the middle of many strangers, not really your tipe of thing.

But a prom was so different, the music was slow, and the dresses, the delicate makeup, even more the winter ball, with the decorations in light shades of blue and white, was a dream.

Especially when you had someone to spend the night, a date, but maybe for lack of popularity, you hadn’t gotten a pair for tonight, your circle of friends was extremely limited, but if you did not have a pair it was not for lack of desire.

Since the prom was announced, you dreamed of being invited by none other than Cedric Digory.

He was tall, kind, sweet, confident, and extremely outgoing, always surrounded by his friends, but you weren’t special for having the attention picked up by Digory, half the girls of your year also dreamed the same thing as you, on being asked to be his date on the romantic night of the winter dance, unfortunately, you and Cedric, although you’ve interacted a few times - just a few little conversations he pulled during class, or little smiles as you passed each other in the hallway - you were very different, he was extremely confident and liked the attention, you did not.

In the little conversations you shared with him, you believed that those glances and those smiles had a greater meaning, maybe you forgot that he was just polite, or you knew but liked to pretend not, because the feeling was good, of being seen, of someone enjoying holding a conversation, and as much as you didn’t talk so much, he liked your words spoken in a low tone of quiet, or you thought he liked it.

the weeks passed and nothing came, not an owl or a letter, not even a flower, so your hopes were lost, as much as you had heard through the corridors that Cedric Digory had no pair and was considering going alone to the winter ball.

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With only a few minutes left until the beginning of the prom, you were lying on the bed, wet hair tied in a towel with a robe around your body, looking at the ceiling with your hands resting one on top of the other in the region of your chest.

the room smelled like shampoo and the fragrance of the strawberry liquid soap you shared in the bathroom with your roommates.

"Come on, you need to go!" Lizzie, your closest friend, and roommate says excited, you and she used to make plans for a long time about this dance together. "We've been talking about it for so long, just for you to give up because of Cedric?"

She talks to you while tiing her hair delicately in a built-in braid, her yellow dress contrasting with her brown eyes and blonde hair.

"Oh Liz, you don't understand..." you whine "I don't have a pair, you at least go with someone nice."

"If that's the problem, you know I can leave Oliver dancing alone while we dance together." she rolls her eyes playfully and says excitedly, she looks at you through the mirror, you turn your face so that yours looks to meet, you smile softly at her.

"Don't do that." you say and giggles lightly.

You turn your head up again and sigh.

"All right, I’ll go..." You give yourself defeated and hear a lively scream from Liz, sit on the bed with your legs crossed.

She finishes the braid in her hair and finally turns to you looking for approval.

"do i look good?" She asks making an exaggerated pose with her hands on her waist and a smile from ear to ear.

She had a long yellow dress with several details of embroidered white flowers, and her blonde hair was in a single built-in braid with some messy strands giving her a stripped air, a yellow heel on her feet.

You smile at her and answer with a giggle "You look beautiful Liz, I'm sure Oliver will fall in love with you once again!"

Her smile changes to a shy smile and she looks at herself in the mirror again.

"I'm going to ask one of the girls to do my makeup, I hope that when I get back you'll be very ready for us to go!" She says excited and takes her makeup case, it is white with kittens and pink tulips and fits in the palm of her hand.

You suppress a smile with your lips and nod your head agreeing.

As soon as she leaves the dorm you get out of bed and go to the shared vanity, you sit on the wooden chair looking at your reflection in the mirror.

So you did your best to feel beautiful enough to go to the ball, dried your hair, and made a small braid on each side, a white bow holding them together, a light makeup on your face with a little glitter marking your eyes, and some golden accessories.

You get up from the vanity and walk to the full-length mirror that was on the door of the big wardrobe you shared with Lizzie.

The dress was hanging right next to the mirror, she went to her heels it was a shade of pearly white and made all of silk, it was beautiful, and you have been dreaming of it for so long.

You take it by the hanger and gently dress it with you back to the mirror, after fixing your hair and accessories, you turn to the mirror again and the view enchants you, feeling so beautiful, the dress had fallen so well on your body and your makeup, along with the simple hairstyle that made you so delicate.

Soon you hear the door open and turn quickly.

Lizzie gasped with an admired smile on her face and approached you quickly.

"You look won-der-ful!" She holds your hand and makes you do a little spin, a slight blush of shyness arrives on your cheeks while you give a soft giggle.

She releases from your hand and goes to the chair where two purses are hanging, one in a yellow and white tone and the other all white with small details in golden, she takes your lip gloss on top of the vanity and puts it inside the white purse, along with a mascara and a pink lip moisturizer that she puts in the yellow one, Going to you, she extends the white and you take it and put it on your shoulder.

"Let's go... the girls told me that Oliver is already waiting for me downstairs!" She says excited, ready to leave the dorm.

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The great hall was splendid, in a whole shade of dark blue, the false sky with small and bright stars, the music was lively but still calm, couples were dancing in the center and some other people and groups of friends on the decorated tables.

You entered right behind Oliver and Lizzie, enjoying the place.

You sat at a table together where you shared a small talk to pass the time, as far as you could no longer ignore the passionate looks that Olive sent to her best friend and decided to leave them alone for a few minutes.

"I'm going to get something to drink, I'll be right back..." you asked excuse me getting up from the table with a gentle smile on her lips, Liz reciprocated shyly before giving all her attention to the brunette next to her.

Following up to a large table that was full of appetizers and different types of drinks, you took a red plastic cup and filled it with strawberry punch, from afar you could see Lizzie and olive sharing laughter, so you decided it was better to stay there for a while.

you got distracted looking down at your fingers while playing with the golden rings there, so distracted that you didn’t hear or notice when a tall brown boy came up to your side.

"Hey! you here!" Cedric said excitedly coming to your side with a little tap on your shoulder.

your eyes widened in surprise at the sudden presence of the boy, you turned to him with a small glance at his hand on your shoulder, visibly shy.

your heart began to beat faster in your chest and suddenly your throat was dry and your head could not find words to answer the boy with such beautiful eyes.

"Cedric... hi" you were louder than usual on account of the music playing, a small smile on your lips.

"You look good." he says in a charming tone approaching you, he passes by your side as he approaches the table behind you.

your cheeks are flushed with the comment and you don't know how to answer so you just chuckle shyly and admire him as he looks at the table.

"Thank you." you wanted to say that he looked good too but the words don’t seem to want to leave your mouth.

He serves himself in a red plastic cup just like yours, you watch him as he takes a gray canteen out of his suit pocket and baptizes the drink in the cup, you look at him and he seems not to notice, you look away at the couples dancing in the center of the Great hall.

He leans against your side, an arm leaning on the table behind your back without touching you, you suppress your lips, nervous with his proximity, playing with your rings again you swear you can feel your heart almost jumping from your chest.

He lifts the canteen as if offering you some of the whiskey he kept in his suit.

"Do you drink?" he asks with a gentle smile as if asking a casual question.

you look around nervous to see if any teacher is looking at you, which fortunately is not.

"No, but thank you." you gently refuse with a shy smile, he nods and hides the canteen on his suit again.

Now it’s his turn to watch the couples dancing in the center of the prom, a huge jealousy hitting his chest as he sees Cho Chang dancing in the arms of another boy.

You don’t follow his gaze, still playing your rings, the silence starts to bother you when he suddenly catches your hand, you look at him surprised, kinda bothered by the sudden touch.

"Do you want to dance?" he asks with an almost nervous smile.

suddenly you were speechless again, he wanted to dance? with you?

you nodded looking a little bit more lively, a big smile popping up on your lips.

was playing a song you didn’t know as Cedric took you to the center of the Great Hall, his hand resting on your waist.

you danced in a funny sync, but for you, everything seemed perfect. At least until you realize that Cedric wasn’t even paying attention to you.

you exclaimed softly in pain as he stepped on a finger as you danced, stopping for a few seconds.

He suddenly takes his eyes off something he was staring at behind you and looks at you surprised, then gives a little look at your foot, realizing his mistake.

"Oh, sorry, really sorry, I swear I’m not that bad normally" he apologizes with a nervous expression.

You can only nod your head and agree with a fake smile realizing that he doesn’t even care to look at you while apologizing, you follow his gaze and find none other than Cho Chang dancing and laughing with some other Corvinal boy.

You look away before he notices, and look down at your feet, gathering the courage to give an excuse to leave, he seems to notice.

"hey... you all right?" he asks with a gentle little smile and pretending to be worried.

So you look up at him, and you realize that he wasn’t trying to hurt you, of course, it was a little rude to treat you as a second choice, but it wasn’t his fault if he didn’t have feelings for you.

You sigh quietly “im sorry, cedric, i gotta go”

You don’t wait for an answer and get rid of his arms without looking at him because you know if he asks looking in your eyes you would stay.

Passing the couples dancing together you run a firm step out of the Great Hall, hoping to be alone for a while.

The thought of coming to the prom alone was beginning to look pathetic in your head, you should have stayed in your dorm.

you pass through the corridor of the stairs and follow to the courtyard, a bubble of anguish forming in your throat, along with the burning in the tip of your nose, indicating the will to cry.

You always used to cry for silly things, as simple as they were, like the end of a romantic book, or a sad movie, sometimes happiness, sometimes anger.

Now you felt pathetic, for not having a pair and having been made second choice, a mixture of sadness and upset formed the tears in the corner of your eyes.

You leaned on the stone wall, your hands covering your eyes to prevent more tears from falling.

the sound of you back on the stone wall catches Matthew attention, he looks back and would not have noticed that you were crying if not for the hand in your eyes, you sobbed silently.

He lets the cigarette smoke out of his mouth still holding it between his lips if he mentally asks if he should ask you what was happening or should sneak out while you hadn’t noticed his presence.

He analyzes your whole body, from the white Maryjane on your feet to the jewelry you wore on your neck, before sighing softly and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, his night was so boring that he needed a distraction.

Matthew also did not have a prom date, but not for lack of choice, nor would he come to this dance considered ridiculous in his vision, refused one or two dates saying that he would not attend, unfortunately, Lorenzo, one of his best friends, convinced him to stay at least a few minutes before disappearing with his escort, Matthew tired of being alone decided to go out to smoke without being caught by some of the teachers, he planned to finish and climb back to his dorm.

His plans were ruined.

You feel the smell of cigarettes and the presence next to you and take your hand out of your eyes to look at Matthew next to you, your cheeks red by crying, and now the shame of being caught crying, matching with the tip of your nose also reddish and your eyes glowing with tears.

He looks at you and then realizes why your dress is white, was to match your angelic appearance, he notes mentally to thank Lorenzo later for forcing him to come.

"hi." he whispers with a neutral expression, not so serious but also not smiling.

"Hi?" you whisper, yet come out as a question.

You wipe the corner of your eyes, looking elsewhere than him, still ashamed of being caught crying over something so silly.

"Why aren’t you at the prom?" he asks as if you’re not crying, without asking your name as if you already know each other.

Uncertain of what to say, because you did not want to open up to a stranger, especially when the unknown was the son of the frightening professor of potions, Tom Riddle.

"I... found it boring." you whisper shyly, your hands playing with the heart pendant of your necklace.

"so boring that it made you want to cry? what a coincidence, me too, I just wiped my tears." he says with a serious tone but visibly joking.

You let out a giggle realizing that he took your lie, forgetting what had just happened.

"All right, it’s just a silly motive."

"Will you tell me you don’t have someone to dance with?" he asks with a giggle as if he’s joking.

"I haven’t." Your smile falls and you look at your own feet.

He tilts his head to look at your face, not believing that someone so beautiful and dressed so well is crying for not having someone to dance with.

"you’re lying."

"I’m not." you whisper uncertainly and he giggles out of disbelief.

After a few seconds in silence, he puts the cigarette in his mouth again, and from a puff, you watch as he releases the smoke between his lips and takes the cigarette out of his mouth again.

The cold began to bother you, your hands rose and your arms crossed above your chest in search of heat, he notices and comes a little closer, not so much not to scare you.

"Was it someone who made you cry?" he asks quietly, alternating between looking at you and the cigarette on his fingers.

"yes."

"your boyfriend?"

"No." you reply, feeling foolish again, for crying over a boy who isn’t even your boyfriend. "It’s silly."

He stares at you as he leans his head against a stone wall, your eyes still sparkling from tears as you look at your shoe, he notes that the tears lightly blurred your mascara.

He lifts his fingers to the tip of your eyes and passes his thumb over the stain carefully, you look at him uncertain with the proximity, your cheeks turning pink again, and he smiles noticing you blushing with the touch.

"was stained" he clarifies

"with mascara?" he nods agreeing, the cold starting to bother him too.

"Don’t you want to come in? It’s getting cold in here, and you’re out of coat." He whispers, putting his cigarette out on the wall behind him, before throwing it on the floor, wet from the rain earlier.

"I think I’ll go back to my dorm." you whisper letting your hands slip to the side of your body.

"Oh no you can’t leave," he says quickly, thinking of some reason to make you stay, not knowing that you didn’t need much because you hadn’t yet learned to say no, as much as it was someone unknown.

"I can’t?" you ask confused

"No... because... I wanted you to dance with me." he says at once without thinking, dancing? he didn’t dance, what had gone through his head?

His voice comes out neutral but he curses himself mentally, he did not want you to leave but he also did not want to dance.

"Do you want to dance with me?" you blush and suppress a smirk, he sighs without knowing how to answer.

"Yes." No, he doesn’t.

you smile with the words that come out of his lips.

Ok, maybe he wants, just a little.

"Okay." you smile shyly, looking at him slightly flushed, he looks between your glossy lips and your eyes shining.

He accompanies you to the Great hall again, making silly comments to keep you distracted, you thank him mentally.

"I don’t have a pair either, nor is it that bad right?" he says as you arrive.

"not much" you respond softly

a song ends when you arrive, and one of your favorite songs starts playing.

You take a deep breath and your smile increases, you start to think that the universe was trying to make you sad just to make you happy again.

Matthew has his hand on your waist while guiding you to the center of the Great Hall, which did not have as many couples as before, Fade Into You played in the background while the lights changed to a dark blue tone.

Your chests were glued and you were smaller than him, he can smell the floral smell of your shampoo, and then he takes a deep breath discreetly to feel it better.

You look up at him shyly, not knowing what to say to end the silence.

I wanna hold the hand Inside you

you whisper something quietly to him

I wanna take the breath thats true

"Sorry, I didn’t catch that" he whispers so just you can hear and bends down a little to hear you better, your bodies still dancing in sync truly perfect.

I look to you and i see nothing

you stand on tiptoe, your hand on his shoulder as you say in his ear "Thank you" It is still low but he could hear why you said it in his ear this time.

i look to you to see the truth

He had no idea what you were thanking him for, and neither did you.

You live your life, you go in shadows

"oh no, I should thank you." He whispers back to you, he talks louder, and he doesn’t have to say it in your ear, but he does it anyway.

You’ll come apart and you'll go blind

you shiver with his hoarse voice in your ear as he smiles at your reaction, realizing that maybe he likes to see you blush, even if the blue light is in the way.

Some kind of night into your darkness

he leaves a kiss on your neck next to your ear before he looks up again, his action making your heart race, you had never received this much attention from some boy.

Colors your eyes with what is not there

you smile shyly and he reciprocates before looking up around, you lower your head, and lean on his shoulder, while your bodies dance slowly, his hand that was previously intertwined with yours loose and goes down to your waist, his hand that was once intertwined with yours loose and descends to your waist, his arms hold you there, on his chest, your own hands follow his movements and climb to his neck, the silence began to get comfortable.

Fade into you

Stranger, you never knew

Fade into you

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starfleetwitch · 2 years ago

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No spoilers AT ALL but Im 22 mins in.

The drought is over.

Let's goooo

#Katherine Sally LETHbridge Stewart #I don't know whether to face-palm or or make like cedric digorys dad in Harry Potter and yell THAT'S MY BOYYYYYYYYYY #Back to work for me. I'll listen to the rest after work or during renders

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underthenightskydreamsneverdie · 27 days ago

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Carnal chapter 7

Summary: Daisy plans a special surprise for Mattheo during the Hufflepuff party for Triwizard champion Cedric Digory.

Warnings: 18+, guys its a lyric fic (not sure if I'm sorry about that or not), it opens strong with Matty's breeding kink, major side character hate (def not sorry about that tho), fighting (we all knew it would get here eventually, right?), Theo being the best bff a guy could ask for and a Maisy stan, if you've made it this far then idk just read it

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Daisy Waters

Word count: ~6650

A/N: I know it’s been a long time coming guys, but I love that y’all stuck around 💜

Divider credit @enchanthings-a

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Character mood boards Chapter Two mood board Chapter Three mood board Chapter Four mood board Chapter Five mood board Chapter Six mood board Chapter Seven mood board

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Mattheo groaned, his bed creaking as his hips bucked with urgency. He kept his eyes closed, face lifted toward the ceiling, knowing one look at Daisy’s blissed out face beneath him would push him over the edge of an orgasm he’d been fighting to hold back for the last twenty minutes.

It was late, or is it early, almost four AM and he and Daisy had been at it for hours. It started after she had gotten back in bed earlier that morning and wouldn’t stop wiggling her ass against him. He groaned her name in warning. “Cut it out, princess, you need your rest.” I've given you nine orgasms in the last twelve hours, how do you have the energy for more?

He was exhausted, still in shock that she could match and surpass his sex drive, eagerly begging him for “just one more, Matty, then I’ll go to sleep. Please, lover, just one more orgasm.” Some nights he could convince her to end it there, but when she pouted, her bottom lip sticking out, a whimpered explanation of “can’t get enough of you”, he caved instantly. How can I deny her?

But he didn’t give in without reason, adamant that she would have to do the work for this last orgasm. She never minded, happily encouraging him to lay back against the pillows and relax, kissing him as she rode his thigh. She looked so pretty pleasing herself using his body, he never could just watch. He gripped her hips, guiding her movements, or groped her breasts, or worked even more marks onto her body. She always pressed her forehead against his as she came, tugging on his hair or clawing at his neck, a soft whimper of his name signaling her descent into exhaustion.

He thought he had driven her to that point earlier, her little whimper as she collapsed into his arms only six hours ago the telltale sign she was ready to sleep it off. Yet here they were, lost in each other again and he couldn’t be more happy about it. He had eaten her, fucked her thighs shooting his load all over her stomach, fingered her, and now he rubbed his cock through her folds, the closest she let him get to actually fucking her. A few fingers inside her to keep his cock from slipping in, he groaned like a man possessed as her lips parted for him, enveloping him with each stroke. Hold on, hold on, don’t cum yet, don’t cum yet.

He ripped his fingers from her, lining his tip up with her entrance, finally looking down at her. Her hair was a tangled mess around her shoulders, tears sliding down her cheeks from the pleasure, eyes unfocused, and mouth open in silent whimpers. She has never looked so perfect. “You ready to cum for me, pretty girl?” Her eyes drifted to his, closing as he kept a thumb swirling on her clit. It was enough of an answer for him, and he finally let go, grunting as he shot rope after rope of his seed into her. It wasn’t nearly as deep as he wished, he longed to be buried balls deep inside her, putting her contraceptive potion to the test, but for now it was pure ecstasy. Her hands gripped at his chest, her silent signal she hadn’t finished yet and he smiled down at her. “Don’t worry, princess, you know I always take care of you.” He slipped his fingers back into her, pushing his seed deeper inside with every movement, until her walls clenched around his fingers and she dug her nails into his chest, whimpering incoherently. “That’s it, baby, cum for me, cum on my fingers. That’s it, that’s my good girl.”

His legs gave out and he laid on top of her, kissing her jaw as she rode out the last waves of her orgasm. “So pretty when you fall apart for me, princess. I love you, Daisy, gods I love you.” He nuzzled his face into her neck, groaning as she ran her fingers through his hair, soothing him as they caught their breath.

“I love you too, Matty.” She squeezed him, holding him tightly to her, as if afraid he would get up and leave, but he knew it was just part of her love language. He sighed softly, once again overwhelmed by her love, given with no strings attached, no limits, and how quickly he had grown addicted to it. Everything about their relationship felt like they were moving way too fast and far too slowly all at once. He was drowning in her and he couldn’t get enough.

Kissing his way up to her lips, he cupped her face in his hands. “You’re so incredible, Daisy. I’m so lucky to have you as mine.” He kissed her passionately, scooping her into his arms. “Let’s get you cleaned up, love.” Carrying her into the bathroom he set her on the sink, gently wiping his cum off her body with a warm washcloth, encouraging her to use the toilet while he went to grab her a pair of his boxers and a t-shirt to sleep in. He helped her get dressed, chuckling at her sleepy expression, and carried her back to bed, tucking her in, snuggling up next to her. “Get some sleep, sweet girl, you’re gonna need your energy tomorrow.” Arm around her hip, he kissed the back of her neck, closing his eyes.

As her breathing slowed, he thought back to last week when she had come running up to him as he waited for her outside the Great Hall. He had cut off her greeting, pulling her in for a needy kiss after spending the last few hours apart. “Fuck, I missed you, princess. Sorry I interrupted you, were you saying something about a party?”

“Yes! Hufflepuff is throwing a party for Cedric,” her voice dropped to an annoyed tone as she said his name, “two days before the first task takes place. Will you come?” His first thought had been ‘a Hufflepuff party, gods that sounds lame’ but the way she was looking at him had melted him on the spot. Who cares if it’s boring if I get to spend the night with her. “Of course I will, princess.” She had leaned in to kiss him, an excited squeal slipping past her lips.

“Good, I have a surprise for you.”

“Oh you do?” She nodded her head, giggling and kissing him. “Gonna tell me what it is?” He teased her, hoping she would slip up and give it away.

“No! It’s a surprise, Matty! One I think you’ll enjoy.” Little tease. She leaned in and kissed him again, her hand gripping his jaw as she deepened the kiss. “What do you say we skip dinner, handsome?”

Her little moan made his cock twitch, making its opinion known, and he groaned, desperate for her. “Oh, fuck yes.”

Daisy had spent all of her free time alone over the week, “preparing for the party”, and Mattheo missed her company. He sighed, sitting at the Hufflepuff table by himself, waiting for her. He had finished eating fifteen minutes ago and he was starting to get annoyed. Where the hell is she?

A shiver went down his spine, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. Again?! Just fuck off already. He had been feeling someone staring at him all week. Slowly lifting his head he casually looked around the room, eyes narrowed as he searched. Every pair of eyes he met seemed shocked to find him looking in their direction, leaving him stumped once again. Just as the feeling became so uncomfortable he considered leaving he heard running footsteps behind him, looking up to find Daisy racing towards him. She crushed her lips down on his, pulling him close as she sat down, moaning into the kiss.

“I’m so sorry I’m late, Mattheo. This damn practice was taking forever tonight, everyone is so nervous…” she must have realized she was saying too much because she abruptly stopped and changed the subject. “Mmm, steak and kidney pie for dinner? I could taste it on your tongue.”

He laughed, it was hard to be unhappy with her when she was this cute. He pulled her onto his thigh, pushing his plate out of the way and sliding hers over. “Yes, and I saved you the last piece. You should eat, princess, I know you’re hungry after we skipped lunch. Well, you skipped lunch…I had a pretty damn good meal.” She giggled, no doubt in his mind that she was blushing, as he brought up their earlier activities.

He had shoved her into a closet, grumbling about how much he missed her, needed her to himself, dropping to his knees and eating her to three orgasms. He hadn’t given a damn that she had squirted all over him, walked into his next class with pride as her juices dried on his clothes and face for everyone to see, the scent of her pleasure rolling off of him.

Wrapping his arms around her as she ate, he nuzzled against her shoulders, kissed her neck, even fixed the ribbon in her hair, a green one he had bought her as an obvious sign of possession. “Where have you been, what have you been doing all week? I think it’s time to tell me.” He didn’t want to admit he had been letting himself worry, growing more and more anxious about her solo time with every passing day.

“Give it an hour and you’ll know, Matty.” Her casual tone pushed him the wrong way, doesn’t she see how much this bothers me?, and he sighed.

“Daisy.” His irritation at being kept in the dark slipped out, her name coming out much more coldly than he had meant for it to. Her back stiffened and she turned her head to look at him.

“Mattheo.” Her voice was so much sweeter than his had been, making him flush with embarrassment. “Don’t you trust me, darling? Yes, I’ll admit I’ve been spending time around other boys, but my focus is always on you. Every moment we’ve spent apart this week is because I’m working on something for you.” He squeezed her tightly, feeling ashamed for ever having questioned her loyalty. “I’m yours, Matty, only yours. I walk around with your marks all over my body, your ribbon in my hair, we make out in front of everyone…trust me, my love, every single person in this school knows I belong to you. And I’m making sure they get a good reminder tonight that you belong to me. Now, sweetheart, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go get ready for the party.” She tried to get up but he pulled her back down on his lap.

“Wait, Daisy. I’m sorry I acted like a jealous ass, my sweet girl. I love you and I trust you. I don’t like having secrets between us and I panicked a little bit when you left me out.” Gently running a hand across her cheek, he pulled her in for a passionate kiss, pouring out all of his emotions. “Can you forgive me, princess?”

Her chuckle took him by surprise, his eyes narrowing for a split second. “Oh, Matty. You don’t have to ask forgiveness for being yourself.” He felt himself flush with embarrassment again, damn she knows me so well already. “But don’t question my loyalty again, Mattheo. I’m a Hufflepuff, remember? We value loyalty above all else, and my loyalties are for life.” He froze, jaw dropping open a little. For life? Gods, please let her be saying what I think she’s saying. She took advantage of his shock, worming her way out of his grasp and standing up. He watched her take a few steps before turning walking back to him, bending down to whisper in his ear. “Take a shower before the party, darling. My cum is starting to stink on you.” He sighed as she pressed a tender kiss to his temple and watched her walk away, biting his lip as her hips swayed.

Turning back to the table to down the last few sips of pumpkin juice from his goblet he could feel eyes on him again, anger rising in his chest knowing whoever it was had probably watched his entire interaction with Daisy. If it was a jealous girl thinking she could convince him to leave Daisy he would happily set her straight, leaving no room for doubt that he belonged to Daisy. But if it was another guy…well that changes things. He hadn’t been in a fight since school started and he was itching for one. Shaking off his anger, he stood, leaving the Great Hall and heading for his dorm.

Mattheo was surprised to find Theo hanging around the dorm after his shower, thinking he would have been heading to the Durmstrang party for Viktor Krum.

“Not going to the Durmstrang party, Theo?” He asked, looking over at his friend as he pulled out a pair of jeans.

“Nah, figured I should probably skip it after that run in I had last week, not that I couldn’t take that kid, just not in the mood tonight.”

Mattheo knew his friend had gotten into a bad fight after accidentally shoving a Durmstrang student, and that Theo could easily beat that guy to a pulp if he wanted, but he also knew Theo had a softer side that preferred to avoid confrontation where possible. “You’re just going to hang here by yourself all night? That’s no fun, mate. You’re welcome to join me at the Hufflepuff party if you want. Honestly, it’ll probably be a bore, but maybe you’ll find a cute girl to make out with.”

Theo laughed, sitting up on his bed. “If it’s going to be boring, why are you going? Daisy? You're whipped, Matt, admit it.”

“Maybe I am…” he shook his head as he chuckled, “…there’s something about her that intrigues me.” He replied casually, not wanting his best friend to tease him for his obsession over Daisy again.

He pulled his jeans on, a pair that were a little too tight knowing how Daisy couldn’t keep her hands off his ass when he wore them, and started searching for a clean shirt. Button up or t-shirt? Daisy made it sound like she was putting a decent amount of effort into her look tonight, why else would a girl need an entire hour to get ready, so I guess I’ll do the same. He pulled out a black button up, frowning as he slipped it over his shoulders. Is all black too much? Should I wear a tie? Dress shoes? Something that doesn't have holes at least? Ripping the shirt off he threw it onto the bed. Fuck, can’t believe I’m about to do this.

“Okay, fine, I’m whipped. Now get over here and help me figure out what to wear. If you laugh, I’ll kill you.” He spoke the words into the room at large instead of to Theo directly, feeling ridiculous.

“You know Daisy doesn’t care what you’re wearing, right? I know you two use silencing spells every night, but we can hear your bed frame hitting the wall nonstop and I see the way she looks at you, like you hung the fucking moon. That girl is so into you, Mattheo, she wouldn’t care if you showed up in your sweaty quidditch uniform.”

“Choose your next words carefully, Theo.” He felt a wave of possessiveness wash over him, not enjoying the casualness of his friends tone as he talked about her being in his bed.

“I just mean stop trying so hard. You’ve got her, now just be yourself.”

For fucks sake, like I hadn’t thought of that already. “My self wants to look good next to her. She always looks like a sexy punk goddess in her ripped jeans and rock tees…it feels weird to talk about her with you…” He trailed off, looking over at Theo who was changing into a clean shirt for the party.

“Not that weird, we used to talk about girls all the time. For the record, I like Daisy for you. She’s…well she’s hot, but I get the feeling she can keep up with you, even surprise you. Anyway, get your shirt on, Romeo, you took so long doing your hair we’re going to be late.”

He groaned, feeling embarrassed again. It had taken him twenty minutes to get his hair just right, curls falling in his face the way Daisy liked. Theo is right, you need to stop worrying and be yourself, moron. He stood up, digging out his favorite t-shirt, the one he loved seeing her wear, the one she claimed was hers now, hoping she would claim it again right there during the party. Running a hand through his hair, ruffling the curls into their normal mess he bent to tie his converse. Much better.

Pushing through the crowd of people gathered around the Hufflepuff House entrance, Mattheo looked around for Daisy, wishing she was by his side. He hated crowds, felt like he was drowning in all the bodies, he just wanted to hold her and ignore everyone else.

“I didn’t think this was going to be such a big party. Or that we were late for it.” Theo’s voice came from behind him, acting like an anchor for Mattheos sanity.

“I didn’t either…” He stopped as he caught snippets of other conversations around him. It seemed like the party had started hours ago, but people were just starting to get excited about something.

“Has she gone on yet?”, “I chose this over the Durmstrang party, the rumors better be true.”, “I heard she has all new songs this year.”

“Sounds like someone will be performing. I wonder who.” Mattheo turned back to look at Theo as they forced their way into the common room.

“I hope it’s not this girl, gods she’s awful.” Theo nodded towards the large stage set up in the back of the room, where an older Gryffindor was singing extremely off key.

Mattheo looked around the room, frowning as his eyes passed over the stage and the girl on it. “Is this an open mic thing? Daisy, I love you, but I did not sign up for that.” He shoved his way to the front of the stage, half a mind to get up there just to look around for Daisy. Suddenly a shiver ran down his spine again, the feeling of being watched returning. He spun around, determined to find this little shit once and for all. Theo looked down at him then looked around too.

“You okay, man?” This is why he’s your best friend. Doesn’t even know what he’s looking for but he’s looking anyway.

“I’ve been feeling someone watching me all fucking week and I’m ready to fight over it. Do you see anyone looking at me?” He knew if things did turn violent, Theo would have his back.

Before Theo could answer, a loud voice sounded from above them. “Hogwarts! Who’s ready to get this party started?” Around him everyone cheered, as if they knew something he didn’t, and looked up, searching for something. Instead of joining them he looked around for Daisy once more, meeting a pair of eyes he hadn’t expected to. Cedric Digory. Why is he looking at me? Isn’t this whole damn party for him, why is he frowning like that?

“You have some kind of beef with Digory?” Theo’s voice met his ear, his friend looking in the same direction as him.

The question was simple enough but the answer, Mattheo was starting to think, may not have been so simple. He narrowed his eyes and Cedric did the same. What the fuck? “I didn’t think I did…”

“Kind of seems like there is. Have you done anything to offend him this year?”

“The only thing I’ve done differently is date…” He trailed off as realization struck. Oh no, no, pretty girl, please say it’s not so. Mattheo knew she had an ex, one who had used her and treated her like shit, like an object not a person. The night Daisy had told him about her sexual past Mattheo made her swear to never tell him this person's name, knowing the information would have him sharing his mothers cell block in Azkaban. His fist tightened as he looked at Digory, and he tried to calm his breathing. He needed confirmation from Daisy before he beat this asshole to death.

“Then wait no longer! Here she is, Hufflepuffs very own, DAISY WATERS!”

When the voice rang out around the room, amplified and excited, Cedric turned his head towards the top of the staircase, looking for her, an almost hopeful expression on his face. Mattheos eyes flew in the same direction, landing on her. Oh fuck. A single look at her and he understood why she needed an hour to get ready. He groaned loudly, his breath completely gone, his heart racing as his blood drained from his head. He grabbed onto Theo’s shoulder to keep his legs underneath him, feeling faint, more than happy to fall on his face in front of everyone if it meant she would keep looking at him.

“Hello everyone! How are we doing tonight?” She paused for the cheers that rang out across the room, a handful of students chanting her name. “Thank you, thank you!” She held her hand up, the noise dying down as she started to ascend the stairs. “I’ve been asked to say a few words about our Hogwarts champion, so let’s make some noise for Cedric Digory, shall we?!” Around him the room burst into applause and screams, Mattheo staying quiet, smiling to himself when he noticed the almost imperceptible look of annoyance on Daisy’s face. “There are a lot of things I could say, but in the interest of keeping things short and sweet I’ll just say this: good luck.” The way she barely paused as she walked past Digory, not even meeting his eye, told Mattheo everything he needed to know. Oh he’s definitely her ex.

Every step she took brought her closer to him, her eyes only leaving him when she looked to see where she was going. “Now that’s out of the way, who here is ready for a little music?” The room erupted in screams again, much more quiet than they had been for Digory a moment ago. “Oh, I know you can do better than that, let’s try again. Who’s ready for some music?!” At volumes he didn’t even know were possible to reach, the crowd cheered for her, but she looked displeased. “Still can’t hear you!” His ears felt like they were going to explode as he watched her move closer until she stood right in front of him in all her punk goddess glory.

She looked stunning in her knee high leather boots with long laces flying around her legs with every step, fishnet tights giving him tantalizing peeks at the fresh batch of love bites he had trailed down her inner thighs, black pleated skirt covered in jingling zippers and silver rings, her hole-filled shirt showing off her lace bra and even more of his marks. But it was her eyes that held him captive, the holographic blue and purple pigments splattered across her cheeks like freckles, sparkling under the stage lights, hypnotizing him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. She’s a work of art.

His breath caught in his throat as she placed her hand on his chest, looking him dead in the eyes and repeating herself. “I still can’t hear you.” The room around them fell silent, waiting to see what Mattheo would do. He opened his mouth to say her name, a desperate, needy, whimper tumbling from his lips instead. His cheeks flushed as the room erupted with laughter and cheers, but her gaze made it easy to block out any embarrassment he felt, the wicked smile on her face the most beautiful thing he could ever hope to fall victim to. “That’s better.”

Elbowing Theo in the ribs to shut him up, Mattheo watched her jump up onto the stage, throw her guitar strap over her shoulder and step up to the mic that materialized in front of her. “What do ya say we start with an old favorite and…

Let ‘em know we’re still rock ‘n’ roll

The crowd roared as the drums rippled to life, Daisy’s fingers moving over the neck of her guitar with skilled ease.

I don’t care about my makeup

I like it better with my jeans all ripped up

Don’t know how to keep my mouth shut

You say, “So what?”

Her voice was like a siren song, one listen and he knew he would never recover, never be the same, never be able to live without it blessing his ears. My gods, Daisy. As if I needed another reason to obsess over you.

I don’t care if I’m a misfit

I like it better than the hipster bullshit

I am the motherfuckin’ princess

You still love it

Her eyes met his, twinkling with pure joy. “Fuck yes, baby!” He shouted out to her, unable to believe this incredible girl was his.

Some, somehow it’s a little different when I’m with you

You know what I really am all about

You know how it really goes (oh, oh, oh, yeah)

Some, someway we’ll be gettin outta this town one day

You’re the only one that I want with me

You know how the story goes

“Sing it with me!” And they did, shouting the lyrics back at her

When it’s you and me

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be

We’ll keep turning up the radio

What if you and I

Just put up a middle finger to the sky?

All around him hands flew into the air, middle fingers raised and he laughed, loving the response Daisy was getting.

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll

Rock and roll

Hey, hey, hey

Rock and roll

Hey, hey, hey

The crowd knew their part well, making Mattheo wonder how many times this song had echoed through the castle without him ever knowing about it. He zoned out as the song continued, watching her fingers fly over the guitar frets, the ecstatic smile on her face as voices filled the air so loudly she didn’t even need to sing, and the little hint of concentration that grew as her guitar solo began. Come on, baby, stick that cute little tongue out for me, that’s it, just like in my sketch. Yes! He let out a soft ‘whoo’ as her tongue curved up to her upper lip, throwing his hands in the air.

When it’s you and me

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be

We’ll keep turning up the radio

The crowd joined her and she let them take over singing the chorus while she added in additional vocals when the mood struck her, showing off her skills.

What if you and I

Just put up a middle finger to the sky? (To the sky)

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll

When it’s you and me

We don’t need no one to tell us who to be (Yeah, yeah)

We’ll keep turning up the radio (Still rock and roll)

What if you and I

Just put up a middle finger to the sky? (Rock and roll)

Let ‘em know that we’re still rock and roll

Rock and roll

Hey, hey, hey

Rock and roll (Rock and roll)

Hey, hey, hey

When the song ended Mattheo screamed for her as loud as he could, shouting “that’s my girl!”, throwing his fist in the air, watching her giggle and roll her eyes at him. He wanted to rush up on stage and kiss her until they both passed out, but she silenced that urge by stepping back up to the microphone.

“Woo! Feels good to be back, doesn’t it?!” Mattheo watched her with awe as the room exploded into cheers again. She was a natural at this, seeming so comfortable with the room hanging on her every breath, making others happy with her art. She laughed, her smile making his heart flutter with joy, her happiness infectious. “This next one’s called Want You Like That and I wrote it about someone very special to me.”

I think I talk about you

Every time you walk out the door

I told my mom about you

Damn, I’ve never done that before

Her eyes didn’t leave him for a second, lyrics sung directly to him, only for him. You told your mom about me, princess? He smiled, heart racing, knowing exactly how much he must mean for her to tell her dead mother about him.

I’d break his heart, I’d make some art

And then he’d call me a horrible person

But now I’m thinking ‘bout you

Every time that I’m wakin’ up

I wrap my arms around you

Even then you’re not close enough

You’re on my tongue, you’re in my lungs

You call me yours and it sucks ‘cause it’s working

Mattheo was frozen in place, transfixed by the lyrics Daisy sang. There she goes reading my mind again. How does she know exactly what’s in my heart?

I brace for the damage

You’re perfect, I panic

So happy it’s tragic

Yeah, I want you like that

Don’t freak out, I’m nervous

I’ll break us on purpose

I’m fucked but it’s worth it

Yeah, I want you like that

My biggest fear, sounding so beautiful slipping from her perfect lips. Are we both our own worst enemies? I won’t let us break this, baby, I promise.

The way you look at me

You’re good to me, don’t know what this is

Not used to honesty

And honestly, it’s making me sick

It’s weird you treat me like a person

And you don’t try to fix me

Just wanna be with me

After three months of drowning in her selfless love Mattheo had realized it wasn’t his job to fix a single thing about her, only to be there by her side as she fixed herself. The idea that someone else, Cedric, had hurt her, made her feel broken and worthless was enough to have him seeing red, the only thing keeping Mattheo from killing him right now was Daisy’s voice surrounding him like a calming embrace.

But you’re tracin’ every line of my tattoos

His mind went back to the night he had asked about her tattoos, three ravens on her shoulder and the outline of a howling wolf on her hip. “The birds are my parents and I.” He had run his fingers over the two birds in flight, their wings flapping on her skin, understanding why the third was still on the ground. Oh my sweet girl, how lonely it must be to wait your turn to fly. Let me wait with you. His hand slid down her back towards her hip. “And this one?” She had smiled at him, his fingers tracing the black ink. “I like wolves.” She had given him no further explanation but he could tell there was more to it than that.

Wasting all of our time in your bedroom

Every spare minute and I don’t want it any other way, love. Her eyes said the same thing as she winked at him.

Make it out alive, I don’t want to

Cause I want you, yeah

I brace for the damage

You’re perfect, I panic

So happy, it’s tragic

Yeah, I want you like that

Don’t freak out, I’m nervous

I’ll break us on purpose

I’m fucked but it’s worth it

Yeah, I want you like that

He watched her sing, sighing as she closed her eyes and lost herself in the music. My gods, you’re beautiful, Daisy. As the song ended, the crowd cheering, she slipped her guitar off and jumped off the stage, rushing into his arms. He pulled her into him, hugging her tightly as their lips met in a passionate kiss, the kind that promised they would go through hell to be together, even if it was a self created hell. “I want you like that, princess. Nothing is going to break us. I won’t let it.” She nodded softly in agreement as the band called out to her, eager to get back to playing. He sighed as she cupped his cheek for a moment before getting back on stage.

She played a couple more songs, ones the audience knew, their level of enthusiasm still stunning him. The longer he watched her, the more desperate he became for her, desperate to be alone with her, naked with her, watching her needy tears ruin her pretty makeup. By the time she announced the final song he wasn’t sure how he was comprehending a single word she said, every drop of his blood pulsing through his aching cock.

“I’ve got one more new song for you guys. This one’s called Nonsense.”

The smirk on her face as she looked at him almost made him cum in his pants, and he let out a low groan, wondering exactly what this song would be about. He had a feeling he was going to love it. Surprising him again, she pulled the microphone from its stand and made her way to him as the band started to play, singing some intro notes. His hands automatically moved to her hips when she wrapped an arm around his neck.

Think I only want one number in my phone

I might change your contact to “Don’t Leave Me Alone”

You said you like my eyes and you like to make ‘em roll

Treat me like a Queen, now you got me feelin’ thrown, oh

Groaning as she spun around, he pulled her close, wrapping both arms around her as her hips rocked against him with the music.

But I can’t help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like “bleh-blah-blee”

I don’t want no one else, baby, I’m in too deep

Here’s a lil song I wrote, it’s about you and me

He chuckled, thinking it was his tongue that usually went numb around her. Gods I’m in way too deep, princess, and I fucking love it.

I’ll be honest

Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

And when you got your arms around me

Oh, it feels so good

He groaned again, how does she know exactly how I feel?

I had to jump the octave

I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

The greatest feeling of relief washed over him. Thank Merlin for that. Now if only your ex would forget about you. Forgive me for the fight he and I are bound to have tonight, princess.

I can’t find my chill, I must’ve lost it

I don’t even know, I’m talkin’ nonsense

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’

I’m talkin’ all around the clock

I’m talkin’ hope nobody knocks

I’m talkin’ opposite of soft

I’m talkin’ wild, wild thoughts

Oh really, princess? He knew she had some wild fantasies and desires but she kept saying she wasn’t ready to share them. He slid his hands down her legs, slipping them under her skirt and groping her thighs, not giving a single fuck that half of Hogwarts was watching them right now. She was his and he would do what he wanted to her. Her fingers tugging at his hair only made him want to keep going, to find out just how far she would let him go while they were in the spotlight.

You gotta keep up with me

I got some young energy

I caught that L-O-V-E

How do you do this to me?

Fuck, I’m trying to keep up with you, baby. He had a feeling actually fucking her would wear her out more than what they were doing now, and the way she was grinding against him so seductively as her beautiful voice sang about such dirty things had him ready to force the issue. He spent the rest of the song kissing her neck and losing himself in thoughts of being buried inside her. How do you do this to me, Daisy.

But I can’t help myself when you get close to me

Baby, my tongue goes numb, sounds like “bleh-blah-bleh-blee”

And I don’t want no one else, baby, I’m in too deep

Here’s a lil song I wrote, it’s about you and me

I’ll be honest

Lookin’ at you got me thinkin’ nonsense

Cartwheels in my stomach when you walk in

When you got your arms around me

Oh, it feels so good

I had to hit the octave

I think I got an ex, but I forgot him

And I can’t find my chill, I must’ve lost it

I don’t even know, I’m talkin’ nonsense

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’

I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’, I’m talkin’,

Ah-ah, ah-ah, ah

Mattheo felt a hand grip his shoulder, yanking him away from Daisy.

I don’t even know any-

Mattheo saw her whip around, shocked by the loss of his body behind her, her eyes narrowing as she saw what was happening. He spun around to see Cedric glaring at him, his face red with anger, and fists clenched.

“RIDDLE!” Cedric shouted at him, before looking over his shoulder and speaking to Daisy, who Mattheo assumed had pushed her way through the crowd circling around him and Digory. “Really, Daisy? This prick is who you go for after me? You’re more of an idiot than I thought…” He didn’t get the chance to continue insulting her, Mattheo landing the first punch to Cedric’s jaw hard enough to make him stumble backwards.

Mattheo wanted to yell back, tell him he had no right to speak to Daisy like that, or at all if he had his way, but he was so consumed by his hatred of the boy and the time he had spent with Daisy that he couldn’t form the words. His chest heaved with anger, the room around him blurring, except for his target, as he took another swing, landing this one on Cedric’s left eye.

It was a mistake, bringing him too far into Digory's range, his own head swiveling violently to one side as he was hit in the jaw. Fuck. He didn’t recover fast enough, Cedric taking a cheap shot, hitting him in the stomach hard enough to take his breath away, making him double over and realizing too late that the other boys knee was about to collide with his jaw.

“Stop it!” He heard Daisy shout, surprised to find it coming from above him, his head swirling as he looked around, discovering he was at eye level with people's shoes. He jumped up, charging at Digory, knocking him to the ground before mercilessly hitting him over and over.

Arms wrapped around him and ripped him off of Cedric, Theo’s angry eyes boring into his. “For fucks sake, Mattheo, can’t you hear her calling for you?! Look at her!” He followed Theo’s pointing hand, eyes landing on Daisy, his heart breaking at the sight of her.

Tears ran down her face, not the type of tears he hoped would ruin her makeup tonight, and she was shaking from head to toe, her chest heaving as she knelt with her hands flat on the stone floor. He watched as her fingers curled and she gritted her teeth, upper lip twitching as though she were holding back a snarl.

“Daisy?”

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G’eth Character Name Bank

First Names

Masculine Names

Alfred, Andrew, Arlo, Arthur, Balthazar, Barry, Ben, Benedick, Bernard, Burchard, Cedric, Charibert, Crispin, Cyrill, Daegal, Derek, Digory, Drustan, Duncan, Edmund, Edwin, Elric, Evaine, Frederick, Geffery, George, Godfreed, Gregory, Guy, Harris, Harry, Horsa, Hugh, Humphrey, Iago, Jack, Jeremy, John, Kazamir, Kenric, Lawrence, Leoric, Lorik, Luke, Lynton, Lysander, Madoc, Magnus, Maukolum, Micheal, Miles, Milhouse, Mordred, Mosseus, Ori, Orvyn, Neville, Norbert, Nycolas, Paul, Percival, Randulf, Richard, Robert, Roderick, Stephen, Tennys, Theodoric, Thomas, Tristan, Tybalt, Victor, Vincent, Vortimer, Willcock, Willian, Wymond

Feminine Names

Adelin, Alice, Amelia, Beatrix, Beryl, Bogdana, Branwyne, Brigida, Catalina, Catherine, Claudia, Crystina, Deanna, Desdemona, Elaine, Elinora, Eliza, Enide, Eva, Ferelith, Fiora, Freya, Gertrude, Gregoria, Gueanor, Gwen, Gwendolyn, Hannah, Hegelina, Helen, Helga, Heloise, Henrietta, Igraine, Imogen, Jacquelyn, Jane, Jean, Jenny, Jill, Juliana, Juliet, Katie, Leela, Lettice, Lilibet, Lilith, Lucy, Luthera, Luz, Lyra, Malyna, Margherita, Marion, Meryl, Millie, Miranda, Molle, Morgana, Morgause, Nezetta, Nina, Novella, Olwen, Oriana, Oriolda, Osanna, Pamela, Petra, Philippa, Revna, Rohez, Rosalind, Rose, Sallie, Sarra, Serphina, Sif, Simona, Sophie, Thomasine, Tiffany, Ursula, Viola, Winifred, Yrsa, Ysabella, Yvaine, Zelda, Zillah

Gender-Neutral/Unisex Names

Adrian, Alex, Aiden, Arden, Ariel, Auden, Avery, Bailey, Blaire, Blake, Brett, Breslin, Caelan, Cadain, Cameron, Charlie, Dagon, Dana, Darby, Darra, Devon, Drew, Dylan, Evan, Felize, Fenix, Fernley, Finley, Glenn, Gavyn, Haskell, Hayden, Hunter, Jace, Jaime, Jesse, Jo, Kai, Kane, Karter, Kieran, Kylin, Landon, Leslie, Mallory, Marin, Meritt, Morgan, Nell, Noel, Oakley, Otzar, Paris, Peregrine, Quant, Quyn, Reagan, Remy, Robin, Rowan, Ryan, Sam, Samar, Sasha, Sloan, Stace, Tatum, Teegan, Terrin, Urbain, Vahn, Valo, Vick, Wallace, Waverly, Whitney, Yardley, Yarden, Zasha

Surnames

Surnames, Patrilineal - First Name (Patrilineal Surname)

Ace, Allaire, Appel, Arrow, Baker, Bamford, Barnard, Beckett, Berryann, Blakewood, Blanning, Bigge, Binns, Bisby, Brewer, Brickenden, Brooker, Browne, Buller, Carey, Carpenter, Carter, Cheeseman, Clarke, Cooper, Ead, Elwood, Emory, Farmer, Fish, Fisher, Fitzroy, Fletcher, Foreman, Foster, Fuller, Galahad, Gerard, Graves, Grover, Harlow, Hawkins, Hayward, Hill, Holley, Holt, Hunter, Jester, Kerr, Kirk, Leigh, MacGuffin, Maddock, Mason, Maynard, Mercer, Miller, Nash, Paige, Payne, Pernelle, Raleigh, Ryder, Scroggs, Seller, Shepard, Shore, Slater, Smith, Tanner, Taylor, Thatcher, Thorn, Tilly, Turner, Underwood, Vaughan, Walter, Webb, Wilde, Wood, Wren, Wyatt, Wynne

Surnames, Townships in G’eth - First Name of (Location)

Abelforth, Argent Keep, Barrow Springs, Barrowmere, Bedford, Brunhelm, Bumble, Casterfalls, Dunbridge, Falmore Forest, Folk’s Bounty, Frostmaid, Fulstad, Heller’s Crossing, Hertfordshire, Humberdale, Inkwater, Little Avery, Marrowton, Mistfall, Mistmire, Morcow, Necropolis-on-Sea, Otherway, Parsendale, Piddlehinton, Port Fairwind, Redcastle, Ransom, Rutherglen, Saint Crois, Tanner’s Folly, Tavern’s Point, Wilmington

Surnames, Geographical Locations in G’eth - First Name of the (Location)

Cove of Calamity, Deep Woods of Falmore, Eastern Isles, Eastern Mountains, Foothills, Frozen Peak, Lakes, Maegor Cobblestones, Northern Mountains, Southern Isle, Tangle, West Coast, Wild Wild Woods, Woods of Angarad

Surnames, Nickname - First Name the (Something)

Bald, Bastard, Bear, Bearded, Big, Bird, Bold, Brave, Broken, Butcher, Bruiser, Careless, Caring, Charitable, Clever, Clumsy, Cold, Confessor, Coward, Crow, Cyclops, Devious, Devoted, Dog, Dragonheart, Dreamer, Elder, Faithful, Fearless, Fey, Fool, Friend, Generous, Giant, Goldheart, Goldfang, Gouty, Gracious, Great, Hag, Handsome, Hawk, Honest, Huge, Humble, Hungry, Hunter, Innocent, Ironfist, Ironside, Keeper, Kind, Lesser, Liar, Lionheart, Little, Loyal, Magical, Mercenary, Merchant, Messenger, Old, Orphan, Pale, Polite, Poet, Poor, Prodigy, Prophet, Proud, Reliable, Romantic, Rude, Selfish, Sellsword, Scab, Scholar, Shield, Shy, Singer, Sirrah, Slayer, Slug, Small, Stoneheart, Swift, Tadde, Talented, Tart, Tenacious, Timid, Tiny, Tough, Traveller, Trusted, Truthful, Viper, Wizard, Wolf, Wyrm

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drarry-is-totally-cannon · 5 months ago

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Drarry & The Goblet of Fire: 4th Year Rewrite

Chapter 7 ~ Something Exciting/Wicked This Way Comes

(A/N: Don't panic. YOU HAVE NOT MISSED THE PREVIOUS 6 CHAPTERS!!! I just started it at 7 because this is where my story diverges from JKR's original Plot. Also, I'm new to writing in 3rd person so we'll see. I'll try my best to imitate the original HP style but it might be a bit off. Ahhh! This took me way too long. I feel like it isn't perfect, so I may edit it later, but at least it's done. My very first Drarry fic!!!)

The Weaslys and their youngest son, Ron's best friends, Hermione Granger, and the famous Harry Potter have been up since before even the sun had made its first appearance in the sky and Harry feels as if he's been hit by Jelly-Legs Jinx. But now, arriving at the destination, the campgrounds for the finale of the Quidditch World Cup, his energy is completely restored. In fact, there's been a sort of buzzing in him since the group met up with Mr. Digory and his son, Cedric.

The moment is still fresh in Harry's mind, despite the slight disorientation from the Port-key.

The older boy had been perched in a tree when they reached the top of the hill. Harry hadn't noticed him at first, still too busy laughing at Ron's groaning complaints about the long walk. But when Cedric greeted everyone Harry's eyes went immediately to him.

His red hair caught the light like the suncatcher in Mrs. Weasly's kitchen making it almost appear to sparkle and the sun gave his skin the same glow. Harry thought he must be part faerie or nymph or something because no boy should be this attractive.

Cedric jumped down from the branch in one fluid movement and strode over to shake everyone's hand. Harry swore he smiled a bit brighter when he got to him, but maybe that was just his imagination. He recalls how Cedric's hands were warm and his grip was pleasantly strong, fitting of his build.

Harry blinks away the memory to look at the Hufflepuff seeker again. Somehow the boy, three years Harry's senior, is even more handsome in real life.

'I've never been jealous of a bloke like this before. And I've always thought I looked alright, but this is weird . . .'

"See you 'round Arthur. Ced and I have got to be off now. Got to meet the Missus before she gets all in a twist. And goodbye Harry. May the best team win."

Cedric looks away, clearing his throat lightly, embarrassed at his father yet again referencing Harry's terrible fall last year. "Well, it's been truly great meeting all of you. I guess we've got to go. Hopefully, we'll see you around. If we don't see each other before September, know that I'm looking forward to that re-match. I would like to beat you on fair terms." He winks at Harry, his competitive spirit clear in his eyes. Whatever skill he may or may not lack, his spirit certainly makes up for it.

Something about the gesture makes Harry feel warm, a slightly different feeling than the blissful buzz of Quidditch camaraderie. He looks down, then slowly back up to Cedric, not quite meeting the boy's eyes. "Y-yeah. Me too. It'll be . . . fair."

Harry has never been a master of words but even he thinks that was awkward. But he can say no more because with that the Diggorys are off. Thankfully for Harry, most everyone is too preoccupied with the majesty of the grounds to pay much attention to his fumbling. After all, they are something of a sight to behold. Tents in every shape and size imaginable stretch on as far as Harry can see (and probably farther accounting for his notoriously unreliable vision).

"Is this okay?" He asks, his breath taken away at the sheer expanse. He's never seen so many wizards in one place. People from all countries, children younger than Ginny, and adults with silver hair.

"What do you mean, Harry?" Mr. Weasly asks.

"What about the muggles, won't they get suspicious?"

"Nope, there are hundreds of charms around the campground. If any muggle comes within a mile they suddenly remember something urgent they have to do at home. It's quite the sight actually, the poor people, running off like that. And, of course, each family puts charms on their own tents. We wizards rarely get together like this so when we do, we can't resist showing off a bit." The man giggles with joy, sounding more like a Hogwarts student himself than a ministry employee of many years.

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Harry's amazement only grows as they walk down the rows upon rows of enchanted temporary homes. Most tents look fairly ordinary, their owners making a somewhat decent effort to blend in, but they're still spectacular by their sheer number. Not to mention the few obviously magical tents that look more like small houses. He's not the only one impressed. Hermione gasps.

'These must all involve such advanced, precise charm work. Extension charms, cloaking charms . . . if only I could make something like this, even something small like a bag.'

Even Ron, despite his magical upbringing, has never seen this many international wizards before and gapes at the sheer decadence of some of the tents. He is not so silent about his thoughts, muttering "Must be the pureblood families, right rich snobs the lot of them."

Hermione is too lost in thought to hear and Harry ignores his best mate's grumbling in favour of scanning the crowd for a particular tent. He's not quite sure what he's looking for but is sure he'll know it when he sees it. He frowns when he fails to spot it and follows the Weasleys dejectedly.

After labouring for an hour and a half to set up the tent, everyone heads inside. The cloth enclosure, which from the outside looks hardly big enough for two people, much less 10, has a small loft with a window, invisible from the outside. It's through this window that Harry spots the largest tent he's seen so far. A black mass with turrets, balconies, and several peacocks tethered to the outside.

'That has to be it!'

Harry's suspicions are only confirmed when he sees a familiar head of white-blond hair parting the crowd to enter. At the sight, he jumps down from the loft, scaring an unsuspecting Ginny into dropping her copy of Witch Weekly: 100 Most Influential Women in Quidditch Edition.

She blushes at his sudden appearance in front of her, but he hardly notices. "Ah, Harry. What on earth?"

"Sorry, I've got to, er, get some water?"

"Water?"

"Yeah . . . I'm really thirsty, from the walk, you know."

"Okay. Well, the pump's a bit of a way away, would you like me to go with you, I can help. I'll tell Dad."

Harry sighs, wishing she'd let him go, but that's seemed impossible since he rescued her from the Chamber of Secrets in her first year. As much as Harry denies it, he's easy to read and Ginny is hardly stupid. He should've known she wouldn't accept his lie so easily.

"Ah, well I kind of wanted to explore on my own, meet up with some of the boys from my year, and do, you know, idiotic boy stuff." He lies easier than he thought he would, quoting Hermione.

Harry feels guilty when Ginny deflates, shoulder sagging with obvious disappointment, "Well, Dad won't want you just going off, this is a big place."

"I know. But I saw Dean and Seamus just outside. I won't be going far. And I'll do everyone the favour of bringing water back."

'Agh, drat! Well, hard to be subtle when you're Harry bloody potter I guess. Probably best though, Ginny's right. I still get lost around the castle sometimes and I've been there loads. And Mr. Weasley isn't the nosy type., I'm sure it'll be fine.'

The thought of being sent out to trek across the grounds for water in the summer heat makes the idea more infinitely palatable and reluctantly, she nods. "Alright, I'll tell Dad so he won't worry."

"Thank you, Ginny. You really are the best."

She lights up at that, and Harry wonders if it was the wrong thing to say, but not for long because his thoughts turn to another as soon as he's out of the tent flap.

Surprisingly, for all their talk, the Malfoy family tent isn't a far walk from the Weasley tent.

'Everyone must be inside. I'd bet Pansy and Blaise are there, probably Theo too. We didn't plan to meet, I wonder if he'll even want to see me.'

Taking a breath, Harry points his wand at the tent, sending a shower of harmless silver and green sparks, the colours of Slytherin house, inside. It's a spell he learnt from one of the tent's occupants. He snickers when he hears a girl scream.

'Sorry, Pansy.'

"Ah, what in Merlin was that?" he hears Blaise mutter.

"I told you the Irish are crazy, I don't even know why you're cheering for them, Draco. The Bulgarians have Viktor Krum, who's only the most famous seeker in all of history." Pansy scoffs dismissively.

"Famous, but not best. And we're cheering for the Irish because Malfoys always cheer for the winning team."

'You knotheads, those weren't Ireland's colours, they were ours.' Draco keeps the comment to himself, not feeling like risking Pansy's wrath just now.

"Famous but not best, eh? Like Potter."

Harry, who'd know the sound anywhere, notes the absence of Draco's laugh in the chorus of snickers.

There's a pause and all sound from the tent stops. "Ugh, bloody Potter. It's always something with him, isn't it? Stupid perfect Potter no one ever shuts about him. I swear if I hear another word about the Golden Boy, I'll puke."

'But you're the one who never shuts up about him, Draco.' Pansy keeps these thoughts to herself, giggling as she looks around at her friends, all thinking a similar version of the statement.

'He's such a good liar, if I didn't know I'd think he really meant that.' Harry shoves the insecurity down. His friendship with Draco has always been a rocky road, fragile due to the circumstances around them. For one thing the natural distrust between the two and then the animosity between the adults in their lives. What started as politeness neither is sure has blossomed yet into kindness. It's quite difficult to know where you stand with someone when you can't even talk in public.

Harry may not be the most observant but he now knows Draco well enough to see that ever since they met it's seemed as if some invisible barrier prevents Draco from getting close to Harry. Though Harry isn't sure if it's a natural defence mechanism or something more. He can't imagine what it could be since after the Third Year he's assured Draco that everything he does in public is for show. The teasing is all a part of the fun. He's not sure if he can say the same for Draco because sometimes his words feel so real. But what could possibly be the reason for that?

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Come back quick though, I want to paint your nails in Bulgaria red."

"How about you don't, and I go find the imbecile who nearly set our tent on fire. Probably some poor drunk Irishman."

Harry can hear his friend's voice getting closer and steps out of his hiding place. The blond's grey eyes widen when he sees Harry, then narrow again, face falling into an easy smirk on his face.

'He's harmless like this.' Harry thinks, 'Still a snake, but not a venomous one.'

"My, my, so that was you, Potter. You've improved greatly over the summer. I didn't know you knew any spells besides Expleiarmus."

Harry punches his arm lightly "Git!"

The smirk shifts into something more genuine. "Hah. Sorry, I love my friends but I know they can be intense sometimes. But seriously, what are you doing here, Harry?"

"Oh, nothing much. I was just out for an afternoon stroll, that's a thing muggles do, you wouldn't know, and before I knew it, I was here. It's not far from Surrey really, only a couple hundred kilometres." Harry answers casually.

"Be serious, Harry." But Draco's own seriousness is lost behind the smile that he's trying to hide.

"I'm watching the finale of the Quidditch World Cup, don't be dense." Harry laughs

Draco nods, mostly to himself. "Oh, the Weaslys took you along with them, then."

"You knew the Weasleys were coming?"

Draco rolls his eyes, "Yes, of course I did. I heard my father mention that Mr. Weasly sold his house to get tickets so I assumed he used connections at the Ministry." Both boys wince. "Anyhow, that's very kind of them. I'm glad they did. I think you might love Quidich even more than Weasley."

Harry laughs, "Maybe, but his room is basically a Chudley Cannons shrine."

Draco frowns in mock disgust, "The Cannons? I've always been more of a Magpie fan myself."

"Magpie? Like those Australian birds that attack shiny things? I learnt about them in primary school a bit."

"Oh, right. Gosh, Potter, You got to tell Weasley to drag you to more Quidditch games. The Montrose Magpies. They're one of the best teams in the British-Irish league."

"Cool. Your friends are here?"

"Yeah, Pansy, Blaise and Theo. Crabbe and Goyle are probably off somewhere buying out the concessions. But, I'm sure they'll manage without me for a bit."

"Yeah." Harry agrees. There's something Harry finds satisfying about Draco ditching his friends for him. Like he's bringing him to the Gryffindor side, Harry guesses. But both boys know that Draco could never be a Gryffindor. Perhaps that's even why he and Harry are such good friends. After all, how could he not befriend the boy who risked his father's wrath to secretly help him learn about the history of Slytherin and Parselmouths and then gave them the clue that helped them solve the mystery of the chamber and made Harry realise he was not, in fact, going insane.

"We should probably go, you know, so they don't see us."

Draco doesn't respond for a second, staring off into space and right at Harry. Harry's found that Draco is almost always staring at him. At first, it was a bit uncomfortable, his gaze heavier than anyone else Harry has ever met, grey eyes looking down at him with the intensity of the sun when Dudley uses his big magnifying glass to fry ants. But now Harry is just used to it, used to those grey eyes boring into him. Sometimes he'd swear it's grown almost pleasant now. He never bothers to guess what Draco might be thinking about because he knows he couldn't anyway.

Despite his hefty stare, Draco's tone is light when he speaks. "Right, I know a place."

He looks around as if searching for something, then he points his wand and despite him saying nothing at all, a comically large green top hat with an even larger green shamrock and green jacket also adorned with shamrocks come whizzing into his hands. Harry stares at his use of non-verbal magic. Draco takes no notice of Harry's amazement, throwing the garments at Harry who lets them fall.

"What are you waiting for, get those on." Draco's face falls into comic offence, "Oh . . . oh, don't tell me you're cheering for Bulgaria?"

"I don't know who to cheer for, it's not like I get to follow Quidich much when I'm at home. Why?" Harry asks stupidly, then answers his own question. " . . . Right, yeah. Duh."

"Merlin, you forget you're famous, don't you." Draco sighs, ignoring the mention of Harry's unfortunate home life for the both of them.

Sheepishly, Harry picks up the garments, shrugging on the too-small-looking jacket which somehow (probably by magic) fits him perfectly, and the large hat which casts rough shadow over his face to cover his scar and the white section of his hair above it.

"Come on!" And then Draco is grabbing his hand and pulling him along.

They end up at the edge of the campground, just in the woods exactly where Mr. Weasley told Harry not to go. The forest looks thicker than it should and green light filters through the trees casting a greenish glow over them. It makes Draco's hair look mint green instead of blond. They both laugh, a little out of breath from the sudden run across the huge campground and relieved to be away from the eyes of their respective groups.

After he gathers himself Harry notices for the first time Draco's clothes. For Harry, being raised by the Durselys, dressing like a muggle was his first nature, robes feeling awkward and out of place, but, of course, this wouldn't be the case for someone like Draco Malfoy, a member of one of Great Britain's wealthier pure-blood families.

And yet . . . Harry finds that Draco wears muggle clothes well, even better than he does. This isn't the first time he's seen him without robes, but outside of school, it feels somehow different. He's dressed in all black, an all-black suit with a black shirt. It makes his hair almost seem to glow.

'I guess I can see why all the Slytherin girls fawn over him.' Harry thinks. It's an odd thought, but not objectively untrue. He ignores it when another question enters his head.

"Aren't you hot?"

"I'm a Malfoy, I am always hot, Potter."

Harry cocks his head, ignoring the twinge of annoyance that Draco still uses his surname sometimes, "What? That doesn't even . . . oh. Hey! That's not what I meant!"

Draco laughs. Harry ignores his embarrassment being mocked because it's a real laugh. Rare even when he's alone with Harry. "I know that. Mother put a cooling charm on all our clothes."

"That's nice."

Draco looks down, "Sorry."

"About what?" Then Harry gets it. He hadn't been thinking about his long-dead mother before, but Draco probably felt bad for bringing up his own, very alive, mother. "It's really fine. You don't have to walk on eggshells, I hate it when people do that. You never have before, so don't start now. Let's just talk. Okay? About anything else, something funny."

"Alright, well father," Draco says the word with heavy exasperation, "keeps hinting about a mysterious event taking place at school this year but refuses to give any details. And I know mother knows as well but she won't budge either. Cruel, the both of them, keeping me in suspense like this."

"Event? Well, I only hope it's not an exam."

"Scared, Potter." The quip is stupid, stupid, and familiar.

Harry gulps dramatically, "A bit yeah. If it is an exam, the homework is going to be enough to fill the entire lake."

"Merlin, yeah. Binns and McGonagall are the worst, sorry, I know you like her, but five essays in two months, really? The professors are aware we have other classes, right? I'm going to get Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, a muggle affliction of all things." He moans, throwing his head back in a typical display of theatrics, his blond hair ruffling with the sudden movement. When he recovers himself his hair falls perfectly back into place.

'It's quite nice, his hair', Harry notes. If only his own hair could look as nice instead of sticking up like he's taken a shock. 'Is it a spell?' he wonders.

Harry can't help but laugh. He's heard of the ailment from Aunt Petunia's awful friends when she used to host Thursday afternoon book clubs in the Dursley's parlour.

Harry groans, "I bet it's an exam, that'd be just my luck. If Voldemort can't get me, sleep-deprivation will."

Draco winces at the name, looking suddenly serious. Privately, he worries that the upcoming event may have something to do with the mysterious people that his father started inviting last year. Now he doesn't even invite them, they just show up, anytime, all the time. He's caught whispered words through walls, snippets of conversations not meant for him.

Voldemort.

Death Eater.

Is his father involved in that? Surely not? Narcissa Malfoy never talks to her son about the war, but that must be because she lost someone, collateral damage, or even had a cousin or something who was a traitor, right?

But before Harry can ask, he's smiling that Slytherin Prince smile of his again. "If you're really worried about it, I'd be happy to help you study . . ." The sentence trickles off, the sound dying on the breeze. Draco looks around, eyes landing on everything but Harry, seemingly surprised at his words.

'Shite! Why . . . why did I say something like that? Merlin, Draco, get yourself together. If you keep acting like this . . . I have to fix this, let him know I didn't mean . . .'

"If you'd like, or not, of course. You don't have to." Then he recovers himself, laughing (but in Harry's opinion it seems half-hearted) "But, Potter, I'm sure someone like you could use all the help you can get. I am second in the class after all. Second only to your bushy-haired menace of a friend. It's like she can make the days longer just to study. I bet if she ever found a way that's exactly what she'd do."

Draco laughs bitterly.

'What's he rambling about? Does he really resent Hermione's grades that much? Is he jealous? Of what though? He's got the brains to beat her. I bet if she didn't have the time-turner, he would. Is this about our friendship? Surely he knows I'd be happy to study with him. I know he's emotional, but this seems a bit much, even for him. Is something wrong?'

Taking a breath, Harry tries to clear his mind. He's not used to thinking so deeply about something like this. It's kind of tiring.

"I'd rather study with you, actually. You're about as bossy as Hermione, but at least you don't expect me to know everything, acting like it's all obvious." The words come out before he's entirely thought them through, but they're not untrue.

Draco thanks Merlin that the darkness of the thicket hides the pinkness of his cheeks.

"It is obvious, and I would expect you to know everything, if you paid attention in class, that is. But I know you don't, so I'm patient. It's as simple as that. Though it's nice to know I'm better than her at something." The words come out slightly sharper than he means for them too, like a snake coiling up, using insults to mask embarrassment.

"Hey! I do, I just daydream sometimes. And you're better than her at a lot of things."

"Oh?" Malfoy arches an elegant blond brown.

'It's like he was made for smirking and sarcasm, isn't it?'

"Well, flying for one. You're a brilliant flyer." Harry knows that Draco knows exactly how smart he is and that he shouldn't be fueling his ego but he can't help it.

'Maybe compliments are what it takes to get his walls down. Ah, I know better than that, he's not that shallow. But I've still got to try.'

Draco moves farther into the shade. 'Look at me floundering over some nice words just because they came from Potter. Pathetic.'

"Well, thank you, Potter. You're not so terrible yourself."

"Oh my god! Wow! That's like the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me!"

Both boys nearly fall over with laughter at Harry's impression of a high-voiced American schoolgirl.

"Your American accent is shite. You sound just like Sally."

"Who?"

"A Hufflepuff from Astronomy club last year, and I'm so sorry, I'm sure she and her family are very . . . nice people, but she's got a voice like she's inhaled helium."

"Oof. Speaking of Hufflepuff, I met Cedric Diggory and made such a fool of myself"

"What? Why? You're not still embarrassed about the broom thing are you, everyone knows that wasn't your fault, don't they?"

"Yeah, but I think I must've sounded like a right idiot."

Draco tilts his head, resembling a confused cat. "Well that's to be expected, but why in particular? I mean, it must have been severe if you picked up on it."

"Oh shut up! I- I just . . . I don't know but I was so embarrassed I couldn't speak. Not even about the fall, just like, I don't know . . . stuff."

"Stuff." Draco questions, trying not to get ahead of himself. 'It's fine. It's probably nothing, don't worry. Just totally straight Quidditch bruv stuff.'

"Oh well, he just good-looking, I guess, and-"

'WHAT?!'

"Oh, are you gay now as well, Potter? Welcome to the club. Would you like a pin" It comes out bitter, and hurtful because Draco is bitter and hurt.

'Does . . . does he like guys now too? If he likes guys why can't he . . . what's bloody Diggory got that I haven't?'

"Huh? What?" Harry blushes the colour of his quidditch robes, "N-No, it's not like that. I actually like . . . erm . . ." he says the first girl's name that pops into his head, "Cho Chang!"

"Cho Chang?" Draco raises an eyebrow, relieved, hiding embarrassment again, but not fully convinced.

". . . Yeah? What's wrong with Cho?"

"Oh, nothing." Draco's tone is sing-song, relaxed, his face calm as always. But Harry sees the glint of mischief in his eyes, the one that's usually there even as others accuse him of scowling.

The look on Harry's face is one of confusion, embarrassment, and terror all in one.

"I just think you're lying." Draco's expression turns sincere, "I mean, it's okay, mate. You know me of all people won't mind. You know you can talk to me . . . anytime, yeah." But by the end of the sentence, Darco's smiling, a laugh colouring the words.

Once again the two fill the silence with shared laughter.

'His laugh's not half bad, I wish he'd laugh this much in school.'

"Yeah, I don't think I will." Awkward silence. "Not that it's bad to be gay, obviously, love who you love, that's fine, it's just that . . . well, you know . . . I'm not."

"Potter, you dunce, it's fine. I was only joking."

'Because that's all this will ever be.' Draco hides the disappointment behind a practised smile.

"Yeah, right, of course." Harry is too relieved at not offending his friend to see through it.

"Enough of this." Draco waves a dismissive hand, "You know I love good gossip, Potter. Tell me exactly what happened with Diggory."

"You'd better not tell anyone!" Harry swats at him, but Darco shares his seeker reflexes and doges easily.

"I won't. Malfoy's honour." Draco places a hand over his heart and bows like a prince from times past.

'Not that that means much anymore . . .'

"Okay, fine, gosh!"

"'Gosh'?" Draco questions teasingly, "Just say Merlin for Merlin's sake!"

"Malfoy." Harry warns, teasing as well, "Do you want to know or not?"

(A/N: Harry will swear as a form of rebellion and because he learnt it from Dudley doing it behind Petunia's back, but the Durselys never took the lord's name in vain so it's not a habit he picked up.)

Draco puts his arms up in surrender.

'Being with him like this, alone together, talking, laughing . . . I wish we could do this all the time. At school, away from everyone maybe we could- Merlin, I'm turning into some dewy-eyed schoolgirl! But I'd skip around like an idiot if it was with Potter, I know I would. Merlin, am I really such a simp? Is this what he's done to me? Stupid knight!'

"Okay. So I have no idea why but I was just really jealous all of the sudden, well, not jealous exactly, but, I don't know, I just felt so . . . insecure." Harry still isn't quite sure that that's the correct word for the strange tingling feeling he experienced but nevertheless, he wants to hide as he says it.

Draco's brows furrow, considering this, readying advice.

'His advice is usually good. . . . Maybe not this time though. It isn't like the Slytherin prince has got much to be insecure about, then again, he did seem weird about being behind Hermione in year rank . . . I don't know. It's been two years and I still barely know him. Ugh.'

'Potter, insecure? What a bloody joke. Gyffindor's knight? Perfect, popular, seeker, saviour of the entire wizarding world Potter? Ah, well, we all have our down moments. I- . . . Pansy's the prettiest girl I know but sometimes I catch her staring in the mirror with that look in her eye . . . If a friend is all Potter and I will ever be then I should at least be a good one and help.'

"Well, don't be. You're a bloody brilliant flyer, and you've got a talent for Defence Against the Dark Arts. Diggory can turn watches to whistles? So what does Diggory know about a few charms? I could do that in my sleep, without a wand. What's that going to do if You-Know-Who comes knocking at his door?"

It was a joke, but neither of them laughed.

Anyone observing both boys would notice how they paled at the words.

Frames from Harry's dream flash behind his eyelids, the greenlight blinding him for a second. He would swear that he can hear the thump as the gardener's body hit the old wooden floor.

'No, no, I'm here. Here in the Quidditch World Cup. . . with Malfoy.' Harry reminds himself.

It was a joke. A poorly timed one, one echoing the words of the little voice in the back of Draco's head.

Draco opens his mouth but closes it without saying anything. Harry can tell he wants too, that the words are on the edge of his tongue, dying to spill out, but as always, held back by some invisible barrier.

'I know I've hardly earned the right to his thoughts, but I'd like to know all the same. I felt like I understood him better when we were enemies, but now I know that there's so much more I don't know. That seems like a running theme in my life. Heh. Maybe Professor Binns should just let me write my essay on that. How there always seems to be something that someone isn't telling me, a memoir by myself, Harry James Potter. I've never wanted to know so much about magic before, about the families who carry it, that's Hermione thing. Will Malfoy ever tell me what he really thinks? Not just the brutal honesty about trivial things, but, like . . . real stuff? Hermione says bottling things up isn't healthy.'

"Yeah."

"What?" Draco almost forgot his original comment amongst his worries.

"Yeah, charms won't be much help. They weren't for my parents."

Draco nods, looking a step behind for once. "Right."

Neither boy knows how to broach the subject of what's going on in their heads. But they both know they don't want to leave the presence of the one person who seems to understand.

"Let's meet up later." Harry blurts out, "as friends, of course." he adds using the old gay joke to cover the awkwardness, it sort of works.

"Of course, I could never date an idiot of your magnitude, Potter."

"Right, right, how am I going to"

"I'll find you," Draco assures.

The words reassure Harry more than is really necessary. The warmth of having a good friend, of course. It is reassuring to have a confidant . . . maybe. If Harry didn't know better, he'd say there was something else in the blond boy's tone, but Harry has never been good at reading people so he must be wrong.

'What? What, why did I- Merlin that was like something out of a cheesy film! I need to stop this. Potter is only so daft. He'll realise eventually. . . . Or maybe he won't. And that might just hurt more. I'm a Malfoy, we're not supposed to be so invisible.'

Suddenly: footsteps!

"Quick, Potter!" Draco whispers, the words a near-silent shout.

"What!"

"Hide."

But there's nowhere to hide, the trees aren't thick enough.

"What's going-"

"My father." The two-word explanation is enough to send shivers down Harry's spine.

"Shite! I can't-"

Then Harry is shoved violently up against a tree trunk, by Draco of all people.

Draco slaps him. "You call yourself a wizard, Potter? Pathetic. I can't believe a wizard as 'great' as you would go wasting your time with low class refuse like the Weasleys, with . . ." Draco pauses for half a second, guilt clear in his eyes, he can't bring himself to say the word, not again. For better or worse he doesn't have to.

"Draco? Is this where you scurried off to? Off fighting with fists like some lowly muggle?" Lucius Malfoy says the word with unmasked disgust. "Did your mother and I simply waste the money we spent on dulling lessons for you?" His look of disapproval is penetrating, the kind of look that freezes one's self-esteem and then shatters it all in the same instant.

Harry would say it reminds him of his wretched Aunt, but Petunia Dursely could only dream of looking so cruel. 'Aunt Petunia wishes she could look at me like that.'

Draco doesn't want to look at him.

'Don't be a coward, Draco. Not in front of Potter.' He tells himself.

Draco turns to face his father, a calm, unbothered look in his eyes, not like a boy desperate for approval but scared of what it means.

"Well, you see father, I simply couldn't duel him."

Lucius quirks a blond eyebrow, hair barely darker than his son's. "And whyever not?"

"Because it would be too cruel. You see, Potter, here, can't duel. He was raised by muggles." Draco makes an aghast face, but it's theatrical. "He only knows how to use his fists. Isn't that ridiculous, Father? Can you believe such an imbecile is 'The Chosen One'? He's like a troll-"

"Draco, quiet! I hear of nothing but bloody Potter all summer. Now let him go before you dirty yourself. After all, he consorts with mudbloods."

"Of course, father. I shan't touch him any more than necessary." Draco shoves Harry back, slamming him into the tree just hard enough, yanking his hands away like Harry is a hot cauldron, throwing one last artificially nasty glare then turns to follow his father back to his tent.

"Idiot boy." Harry can hear Lucius Malfoy whisper cruelly as he exits the forest with his son. "Did I not tell you to make friends with 'The Chosen One'? If only you'd gotten on his good side then perhaps you could've been useful. Hmmph, surely he will find something an ingrate like you can do."

Harry would like to say the words shock him, after all, Lucius has done nothing but gloat of his son's perfection whenever he's encountered Harry, especially when he's with the Weasleys, but Harry has seen the cruel glint in his eyes. It was inevitable he'd turn that gaze to his son if he hasn't been from the beginning.

'Is this why he never tells me anything? . . . Is he . . . afraid? No, Malfoy isn't afraid of anything.' But Harry knows that isn't true. He remembers that time in the woods in first year, even before the boys encountered Voldemort, Malfoy had been shaking. And when Lupin had mentioned the Boggart. No, not Malfoy, Malfoy isn't afraid of anything, he couldn't care less, but Draco is. Draco is the young boy who cares all too much.

'What would have come out of there?'Harry wonders distantly.

But behind his hard exterior, it can be hard for anyone to see that, even the boy he'd now call his closest friend. Harry ignores the gruesome memory, blinking away the visions of split unicorn blood turning the ground under his feet silver, telling himself not to feel guilty.

It takes Harry a moment to catch his breath, he doesn't know why. He's definitely the fitter of the two boys, with all his running away from near-death experiences. But Draco is stronger than he looks, and at the moment, with all that fear and adrenaline, the pressure building, mounting to an explosion under his father's watch, he pushed Harry a bit harder than he meant to. Harry doesn't mind. He's used to being shoved. He's had much worse. He understands. It feels almost nice to be shoved for a reason other than someone's enjoyment of seeing him in pain.

With one last glance in the direction the Malfoys left, he leaves the forest, heading back to the Weasly tent.

'Wait . . . the water! Fuck. Right.' Sighing Harry ducks to avoid an explosion of bright green sparklers and heads to the pump.

As he walks a feeling of embarrassment washes over him for the second time that day. He hadn't noticed in the moment, but Draco had been so close, his silver eyes looking so guilty, guilty, and something else. Harry thinks it was far more guilt than was necessary. It's not like he's had a choice. How else would he have explained their being alone in the forest together? It's just the way that things have to be. Harry's learnt to be fine with that.

'Or should I feel guilty as well, for nearly making him say . . . that word again. How didn't I realise before? Of course, Mr Malfoy reserves his highest standards of all for his family. Maybe having no parents at all is better than that. I know I'd rather have been put in a group home with Nuns than with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, then at least the beatings wouldn't have been personal.'

Harry looks down just in time to see his pail overflowing. It seems heavier than it should as he carries it back.

'Relax, Harry. Not everything is about you. Here no one cares, they're all just here for Quidich. The dream can't have meant anything, nothing bad is going to happen. Don't go being all paranoid. Voldemort is gone. I can't let him have any more power over me. Ron would tell me to enjoy myself, so that's what I'll do.'

Harry nods, waving at Dean and Seamus as he passes them, they nod back, then go straight back to setting sparklers. Harry was going to have fun at a non-school sporting event for the first time in his life, yes he was, and absolutely nothing was going to stop him.

(A/N: OMG! The first chapter. I really hope it's alright, characterisation can be hard for me sometimes. I hope I kept Harry's sass in enough.)

(A/N: Use of underage magic can be explained by this reddit post: [Harry Potter theory] The underaged magic law was created in a subtle effort to remove non-pure-blood wizards from wizard society. : r/FanTheories and these Quora posts: If underage wizards and witches can't perform magic outside of school, how can Harry use Lumos at 4 Privet Drive? - Quora)

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