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[obsessedwithceleste]

Flowers

soft! Mattheo Riddle x reader

Summary: You just wanted your boyfriend to buy you flowers. He got a bit confused along the way.

word count: 1.2k

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You’d never been the type of girl who particularly enjoyed flashy, grand gestures. In fact, the mere thought of all eyes on you as a boy professed his undying love for you made you want to toss yourself off of the astronomy tower. And yet, here you were, watching as Lorenzo Berkshire presented your best friend, Daphne Greengrass, with yet another huge bouquet of gorgeous flowers and wishing your own boyfriend would do the same.

You let out a soft sigh, glancing at your boyfriend whose arm was wrapped securely around your shoulders as the two of you lounged on the sofa in the library. Matteo wasn’t a bad boyfriend by any means. Really, you loved the way he showered you in attention, always eager to please. However, he wasn’t exactly up to speed when it came to romantic gestures. Normally you didn’t mind, but every girl wanted to be treated like a princess sometimes you supposed.

“Oh Enz, these are beautiful!” Daphne gushed, giving her boyfriend a peck on the lips as he smiled adoringly down at her.

“Anything for you love,” the boy replies easily, taking the seat next to her, and pulling her in so that she was leaning into him.

“Geez, get a bloody room would you?” Theodore complains as the two cozy up together.

You roll your eyes at your friend. “Shut it Theo, I think it’s sweet.” You then turn to your own boyfriend. “You know Matteo, Enz gets Daphne flowers every week. I wish you did that.”

Matteo’s eyebrows shoot up and he gives you a confused look.

“Really?” He asks.

You nod earnestly. “I think it’d be nice.”

Matteo gives you another concerned glance before shrugging his shoulders.

“Alright, love.” He says, giving your shoulder a soft squeeze.

You smile warmly at the boy, resting your head on his shoulder before continuing your reading for ancient runes.

“I’m proud of you for finally sticking up for yourself, y/n.” Daphne says, placing her bag down as she takes a seat next to you in the Great Hall.

“Oh? What chapter did we miss?” Pansy asks from across the table where she and Astoria sat.

You furrow your eyebrows, also confused as to where Daph was going with this.

“In the library this afternoon, y/n finally got on Matt’s case about how he never does anything romantic for her. I mean, you’ve been together for what? Almost a year? And I don’t think I’ve ever seen him bring you flowers. Not once!” Daphne says, filling her plate.

“Oh. I mean, I really don’t mind all that much to be honest. You and Enzo just always look so sweet, I thought it’d be nice for a change. I don’t really expect him to do it every week like Enzo does,” you reply.

“See, but it’s the principle of it all isn’t it? Of course I like the fact that Draco is constantly buying me random gifts, but I would be fine without them. It’s that he’s thinking of me, and taking a bit of time to go out of his way to show me that, yeah?” Astoria says.

You tilt your head, considering your friend’s words.

“I suppose I never thought of it like that,” you tell her.

“Well you should. The bloody bullshit we put up with dating those boys, buying us nice things is really the least they can do,” she replies.

You let out a snort, laughing at your friend’s candidness.

As if to illustrate her point, the rowdy laughter of the boys could be heard from the entrance as they made their way over to your table. You frown as Matteo takes his usual place beside you, seeing a fresh cut on his cheekbone.

“Matteo Bartholomew Riddle.” You sigh, reaching up to touch his face.

“Bartholomew? Bloody hell mate, I’d have to avada myself with a middle name like that,” Draco laughs, plopping down next to Astoria.

He doesn’t even flinch as your finger tips make contact with the cut, only sighing as he glares at Draco before looking down at you with his large puppy dog eyes.

“Fuck off Lucius. And you know that isn’t even my middle name, love,” he says, reaching across the table to steal a roll from Theo’s plate.

“Well you won’t tell me your real one, so I’ll continue making up ridiculous ones until then. Now what on earth did you get up to now, and how many days of detention did you get?”

Matteo frowns, jutting out his bottom lip at you.

“What makes you so sure I got a detention?”

You raise an unimpressed eyebrow at the boy.

“Three days. With McGonagall.”

You roll your eyes, shaking your head and turn back to face Astoria whose face practically read ‘you see what I mean?’

“Man got into a scuffle with some Hufflepuff. Swear those yellow bastards look unassuming but they’re demons,” Theo says filling you and the other girls in.

Matteo glares at his friend.

“Snitch,” he mumbles, stuffing the roll into his mouth.

“Like she wasn’t going to find out anyway,” Theo replies, brushing him off.

Once again rolling your eyes at your boyfriend, you focus on finishing your meal, listening to the idle chatter of your friends as Matteo’s hand finds yours under the table.

By the following week, you had all but forgotten your request for your boyfriend to bring you flowers. When you saw Matteo enter the Great Hall with a large bouquet of assorted flowers however, a smile grew across your face. Then, your smile wavered slightly, growing into confusion as Matteo made his way to the other side of the table, tapping Daphne on the shoulder.

Daphne and Enzo look back at Matteo with utter confusion as your boyfriend thrusts the flowers towards your friend.

“Uh. Here.” He says awkwardly as the two stare up at him with bewilderment.

You blink once. Then twice before Daphne breaks the silence.

“Matteo, respectfully, what the fuck?” She asks.

“Look, I don’t know either. I’m just as confused as you are,” Matteo says, shrugging his shoulders helplessly.

You look incredulously between your boyfriend, the flowers, and finally Daphne before realization hits you and your head drops into your hand. This bloody idiot.

“Matteo. Love. When I said, Enzo brings Daphne flowers every week, you should too, I meant for me. As in, you should bring your girlfriend flowers too,” you say with exasperation. Lord help you.

Matteo’s mouth forms an ‘o’ before he smiles sheepishly at you, rounding the table and now thrusting the flowers towards you.

“For you, my lady,” he says proudly.

You let out a laugh, accepting the flowers as your boyfriend takes his seat next to you.

“Matt you are so lucky y/n puts up with your shit,” Daphne sighs, shaking her head fondly at the two of you.

“But also, ever try giving my girl flowers again and I’ll curse your bed. I know where you sleep.” Enzo adds.

“Yeah, yeah, I ain’t scared of you Berkshire you big softie.”

“I’ll Avada you.”

“I’d write you letters in Azkaban.” Daphne says sweetly as the boys continue to throw threats each other’s way.

You shake your head at your friend’s antics, smiling softly as your fingers grazed the soft petals of the flowers your boyfriend had finally presented you with.

“Thank you Matteo,” you say, briefly interrupting the boy’s loud chattering to place a kiss on your boyfriend’s cheek.

I know this is so short, but I’ve been wanting to write this scene for the longest time, and couldn’t find a way to fit it into a longer fic 🫠

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Dark Paradise || Theodore Nott

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12. Dark days

Some good time had passed and things were still within the normal range between the Slytherin Elite, at least until that day. Spring had already begun, but there were still the icy remnants of winter. The day was cloudy and rainy. Inside the castle, students yawned a lot in laziness and tiredness because it was already Friday.

During the time that passed, Y/N and Theodore got closer, but still without talking about what happened or repeating something similar. Pansy and Mattheo's speculations were no longer so common, Daphne had already forgotten that she was rooting for Berkshire and the 4º year was finally coming to an end.

The tension with the tests and final grades was confused, by his friends, with the feeling of sadness and irritation. The first to notice this behavior in Theodore was Mattheo, after all they shared the dormitory. Then it was Blaise and Draco in the communal hall, where they made a joke about the golden trio, but Theo seemed in another dimension, getting irritated by Malfoy's questioning about what he had.

Y/N, however, hadn't seen Theodore that week. In fact, they even saw each other in classes and in the big hall, but they didn't talk to each other, since Y/N, Daphne and Pansy gave their all that week to get rid of the tests one by one. She was so immersed in potions, transfiguration, herbology and among other subjects, that she didn't even notice Nott's change of mood.

It was already dark when his friends were thrown in different corners of the place, they were all exhausted, but happy that it was over. Daphne then gave the idea of going to Hogsmeade the next day, and who knows, to go to the Three Brooms to get a little distracted.

- So what do you think? - Greengrass supports her elbows on her knees, when she leans over the couch, excited about her friends' response.

- I'm in. - Draco promptly replied, but when he realized that Theodore was oblivious to the conversation, he decided to provoke him. - What about you, Theo? - The boy left his mind and looked at the confused blonde, he wasn't following the previous conversation. - Are you going to keep doing drama like an angry child or are you coming with us? - Draco laughed, but Theodore didn't. The boy did not control his expression of irritation when he looked him in the eyes.

- You're going to get screwed, Malfoy. - Nott gets up fast and steps out of the place, heading towards the stairs of the dormitories.

- What happened? - Y/N had just arrived and was already confused by what I had heard from Theodore.

- He spent the day with a sulky face, with his head in the world of the moon and I'm to blame. - Draco said as if all this was obvious and the purest reality.

- He, in fact, has been like this since the beginning of the week, I thought they were for the tests, but they are already over and he looks the same. - Mattheo adds. Y/N thought a little, with her face in expression still confused, she blamed herself slightly for not realizing it before.

- Draco, you're a terrible friend. - She accused her.

- What? Who's side, Y/N? - The blonde boy now had his face as confused as his sister's seconds ago.

- Theodore is probably like this because this week is his mother's death anniversary. - All the friends got horny and felt the guilt fall heavy on his conscience. - Merlin, I was so immersed in class that I didn't even notice.

- How are you sure? - Astoria asks, but Daphne is ahead of answering.

- We were all there, including you, but you shouldn't remember.

They really were, Y/N remembers perfectly to see Theodore completely broken at only 7 years old. It is cruel for a child to lose his beloved mother so soon.

The friends decided to leave him alone for a while, but Y/N couldn't get distracted from this subject. During dinner, Nott didn't show up and she decided to bring him food and try to comfort him in some way. She didn't tell her what she would do to her friends, she just waited for them to disperse with the time left before the curfew and went to the male dormitory.

In his room, Theodore was already in bed trying to sleep and not think about his mother, which was impossible, when he heard the light knocks on the door. And he ignored it the first time, but the person behind the entrance was insisting until he opened it. The boy, already fed up with the knocks on the door, came out of his blankets, got up and went to her, opening her and seeing Y/N with a light smile in the hallway, holding a sandwich and an apple in the same hand.

- I saw that you didn't go to dinner, I thought about bringing something for you to eat. - She delivered it and he took a step back, making room for her to enter, and so she did. - I know that only a sandwich and an apple are insufficient for a dinner, but it was the most practical option to eat in a dormitory.

- Thank you. - Nott seemed a little shy to someone who opened the door angry, already preparing to expel the person who was there.

He closed the door and placed the snack on the table, while Y/N explored the room with his eyes sitting on the end of his bed, and turning his eyes to his, who seemed more inanimate than usual.

- I'm sorry for the way Draco spoke to you earlier today, Theo. - She pauses and sighs. - And also for not realizing that you were like this, I would have really tried to help if I had noticed it before.

- Look, it's okay. I'm not upset with you, or anything like that. - Theodore approaches and sits on the bed, leaning on the headboard. - Just... Well, you know how difficult this date is usually for me since it's gone.

- Of course, it's completely understandable. - Y/N turned around, facing him.

- Thank you for even remembering. - Theodore gave a light smile that was reciprocated by Y/N. - You spared me a long and embarrassing conversation about it.

- Don't thank me for doing the least. - A slight silence followed, but it was soon interrupted by Theodore's laugh.

- What is it? - Y/N confused question, but he had a smile on his face, if he was laughing, that could be a good thing. But he didn't answer, he just kept laughing. - What are you laughing at? Tell me. - The boy then breathes to control himself and answer.

- I was remembering that on the day of the wake you pulled me into a corner and said that when you grew up, you would become the best witch in the world to bring my mother back. - The boy said between laughs.

- Oh, no, Theodore. I can't believe you remember that. - She laughed too. - I'm sorry, that was the most insensitive thing I've ever said.

- No. - The boy controlled himself again, returning little by little to normal, but still with a remnant of a smile. - This helped me deal with it as a child. Whenever I felt sad, I found myself planning the big day.

- I'm glad that the absurdities I said helped you in some way. - Y/N was really happy to know that he was more excited now, after all, Theodore was not an easy person to make talk about his feelings or things like that, even if he was probably the most sensitive boy in the group of friends. - And what do you think of Hogsmeade tomorrow? If you don't want to go, I'll make a point of staying and keeping you company for something. You've suffered alone the whole week, it was enough. - The girl had enthusiasm in her eyes, which made Nott smile in response.

- I can think.

- Great, so take the opportunity to eat while you think. - She gave the idea and got up, going to the table with a confused face. - This book is mine.

- No, it must be an equal. - Theodore tried to lie, but she opened the cover and saw her own signature, showing it to him.

- This book is mine! - She had a look of false disbelief, laughing soon after. - I lent it to you months ago, how have you not returned it to me yet?

- Sorry, I was going to return it. But I was curling up to finish it, and I waste a lot of time on your notes. - He gets up and takes the book from her hands, opening it in the pages where she wrote some questions in the corners. - You wander a lot and leave some questions that give me an existential crisis, so I have to stop several times to reflect on that.

- By Merlin, I didn't even know I had scribbled this book. - Y/N rips it out of his hand again, closing it in shame. - I give it one like you completely blank so that you can make your reflections yourself.

- And what's wrong with me reading yours?

- These are very personal notes, Theodore. - They weren't, they didn't talk about her properly, so he just looked at her with a face of someone who says "Really?" - I don't like having someone reading my thoughts.

- Your thoughts are very creative, I have to say. - He jokes and she laughed, putting the book in a more visible place so that she wouldn't forget.

Over the course of the time she spent in that room, they talked about books, common interests, in addition to childhood memories. At one point, they both went back to bed. Theodore in the same position as before, while Y/N was now next to him, face down and leaning on his elbows with a pillow below him, hugging the soft object. In another situation, she would be bothered because she was still wearing a uniform, but the moment was so pleasant that she didn't even realize that she was still wearing the same. Some time in that position and Y/N fell asleep while he heard Nott read one of his books aloud. Theodore laughed slightly when he realized that the girl slept so fast.

However, he began to feel his eyelids weigh as he passed his eyes through the lines of the page. When the boy fell asleep, the loud noise of the door knocking wakes them both up.

- Sorry. - Mattheo had a forced smile on his face. He had seen nothing but Theodore in bed, and then, when Y/N got up, the boy arched his eyebrows, but before saying anything, she was already putting on her shoes again.

- Good night, boys. - Y/N was so sleepy that it acted as if it happened every day. She took the book that belonged to her on the shelf and walked out the door. Mattheo followed everything with an expression of confusion.

- You're going to explain this to me tomorrow. - Riddle told Theodore, who just settled down and closed his eyes again.

In the process of going back to sleep, Theodore hugged the pillow that Y/N had used moments ago, inhaling the smell of his shampoo and perfumes. The boy smiled like a fool, luckily without being seen. The reason was that he remembered the night they slept together at Greengrass's house.

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty One

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

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The Greengrasses Come to Tea

Days pass by rather quickly when you're miserable as sin and dreading a certain something.

Another letter from Narcissa arrived the day before the dinner was planned to go ahead. In her letter she had explained, in thorough detail, exactly how she expects the evening to go, exactly how she expects Draco to behave, and exactly when to get down on one knee.

It was so calculated Draco felt like he was reading an instruction booklet.

Nothing much had changed, apart from the fact Granger's visit did nothing but play reruns in his mind. He was pretty certain you had no idea she'd come down to see him, otherwise she wouldn't have been there. The information she gave to him had scenarios playing out in his head. What would happen if he did show up? Would you be happy? Mad? Would you kiss him, slap him, or just tell him to get the hell away from you? He likes to think you'd run into his arms, but after how foul he was, he wouldn't blame you for breaking a piece of your mind. It's not too late, Granger said.

Can he really fix this mess? Would you really love him despite his cowardice, despite him making all the wrong decisions and leaving you no choice but to turn away. Could you find it in you to forgive him?

Over the last few weeks, as you've been avoiding each other like the plague, he's come to see that he never even tried to fight for you. Never once did he prepare himself to stand up to his parents. That's not to say he hadn't thought of it, because he most certainly had, but the bravery he would need escaped him. No wonder you're finished with him, he'd once again allowed himself to be pushed along the road by someone else. You were far too good for someone like him anyway, he tells himself. Someone else out there will have the guts he doesn't possess, and fight for you, just how he should have done. With only a day left until he was made to give his life away, Draco's patience was running very thin, and even someone being within his proximity irritated him, but Astoria seemed to be oblivious to this and invaded his space regardless. He held his tongue, because he's about to spend every waking moment with the girl, but in his mind he was thinking of several ways he could disappear without anyone knowing.

"Beautiful afternoon," Astoria sighs, once again trying to brush her hand against his as they walked along the edge of the lake, "don't you think, Draco?"

He retracts his hand into his pocket. Astoria was a fan of walks, and since the engagement was settled to happen, and you were out of the picture, she'd been asking him to join her most days. Draco, feeling like, somehow, his mother was watching his every move, agreed, but hated every second of being away from his dorm room. From the corner of his eye, he could see her growing impatient with his inability to reciprocate her efforts.

"It's nice," he mutters, "always liked the lake."

"As I've heard," she smiles across at him, "didn't you befriend the giant squid in your younger years?"

Draco chuckles lightly.

"The squid is harmless, and actually enjoys the company of many students," he explains, "I'm not special, I'm afraid."

"I think you are," she compliments, and he can't help but feel a little nauseous. It's so wrong that this girls feelings are being wasted on him, "even if the squid doesn't."

Draco only smiles thinly.

"Thanks," he answers quickly. He feels her getting closer, her arm brushing his. He knows he must show some sort of willingness if this was to work, so he gestures for her to loop her arm around his. She does so in a heartbeat, and leans into him.

"So," she begins, sounding a little cautious, "you and your friend are still not speaking?"

Once the incident in the woods happened, Draco returned to the Slytherin common room looking worse than ever. His hair was a mess, his face was pale and his eyes puffy. Astoria, because why would anything be in his favour, happened to be reading in the common room when he entered looking like that. She rushed to him, of course, fussed about how upset he looked and sat him down, rubbing his arm. Draco felt so numb he didn't even feel her presence beside him, or really hear what she was saying. That's when he mumbled, staring into the fire;

"It's over. We're done."

Astoria knew in that moment, within a day, you had held your end of the bargain. It was perhaps cruel, but she felt a weight lift off her shoulders. He never questioned her about approaching you, he simply didn't have the energy for an argument. You knew, and you'd made your decision. Maybe, in some sick way, it was a blessing he didn't have to be the one to do it. He wasn't sure he could.

Draco refuses to speak about you, and Astoria knows this, but asks, in a roundabout way, if he's been reckless and gone back to you. Each time she asks, he feels his heart snap all over again, and forces out an answer that pleases his future wife.

"No," he answers shortly, and Astoria says no more on the matter. She only nods.

"Have you thought about what you might do after school?" she changes the subject as they stop at the water's edge. Gentle, little waves roll up the shore and crash by their feet, "I'm sure your exam results will be good."

"Hopefully," he says, his voice as empty as always, "the Ministry, maybe. Or something in medicine. Haven't decided yet."

"You'll be great, no matter what you do," she said, looking up at him with longing eyes. He looks back at her, another guilty feeling taking over him, "you're wonderful, Draco."

From the way she's looking at him, he knows what the girl is asking. It's not the first time she's looked at him that way, either. She wants him to kiss her. To show her that this decision is the right one, and that she's worthy. God, he feels like a criminal. He moves his head to look over the water, but Astoria's hand brings his gaze back to her. The look in her face tells him her patience is running rather thin, too.

"Draco," she whispers to him, fingers tracing his jaw. The only touch he can feel is yours, "you know we have to at some point, right? And tomorrow, they'll expect it."

He feels like he's being unfaithful. Her eyes are screaming it, asking him to lean in and take her as his wife. To accept her. Draco feels lightheaded, like he might pass out at any minute, when she's gently pulling him down to her level. Her lips almost brush his when Draco puts his hand on her wrist lightly, stopping all her movements.

"I can't," he whispers hoarsely, and Astoria's face drops, "I'm sorry, 'Storia. I can't kiss you."

"Because of her," Astoria mutters almost bitterly.

This was affecting her, too. He knew that, and just how unfair his behaviour must seem to her.

"I can't help it," he takes in a shaky breath, "I'm still... I'm not over it yet. I understand it's not what you want to hear, and I'm deeply sorry for that. I just... I- I need time."

She nods, and remains close, but she doesn't pressure him anymore. He can see, that even she is doubting his ability to see this through. He tries to move away, but she holds on to him. She needs someone right now, so they stay like that for a while. It was the least he could do for her, offer some comfort, so he rubs her back soothingly and she leans into him. From the corner of his eye, he sees two figures approaching them from a far. He focuses his eyes to see who it was, and his heart drops to the very pit of his stomach.

It's Granger, and you.

Astoria rests her head against his chest, unaware of their company. All he can do is stare back at you, and Granger tugs the arm of your sweater. Without taking your eyes from his, the two of you double back, and walk in the opposite direction. Once you've processed the image before you, you're turning away, rushing before Granger as she picks up pace to walk beside you. If he was feeling any kind of guilt, he was feeling worse than ever now.

"On the one day I convince you to actually come outside," Hermione huffs and puffs as she tries to keep up with your incredibly quick pace, "I can't believe it. I really can't."

"It's fine," you mumble miserably, quickening your pace to get as far away as possible, "this is mostly my doing, anyway."

"There you go again, blaming yourself," Hermione pants, "he's no saint in this, you know. He's just as responsible."

"That somehow doesn't help," you said, now marching back towards the castle, "this feeling... it doesn't make it go away. Ever. The guilt."

"After this weekend, you'll never have to see them again," said Hermione, desperately trying to keep up with you, "and I know that sounds awful, but being away from him, from this school, and the ever growing fear of running into them, might be what you need."

You stop at the edge of the school grounds, Hermione coming to a halt behind you. Hogwarts looked gloomy, even under the midsummer sun. Even in the hazy afternoon sunshine, in the warm and sweet air, it seemed miserable. Graduation was approaching quick and fast. Families and guests of the school will be arriving over the next couple of days, readying for a day of celebration when Saturday rolls around. There was nothing more sickening than that thought right now. Your mother had owled over freshly pressed robes and presents from family members. Flowers, cards, chocolates. Happy little messages and congratulations.

Shame you can't seem to enjoy such a pivotal time.

"Someone up there hates me," you mumble, and Hermione's hand rests against your shoulder.

"Well, someone down here doesn't," she says kindly, and you turn to face her, etching a smile across your solemn face, "and no one at the dinner tomorrow does. In fact, Ron owled me to say how excited he was to see you. I'm sure it's the same for everyone else, too. You're not alone, Y/N. There are so many people who wish you happiness."

"Thanks, 'Mione," you mutter softly, and then look back up at the towering heights of the castle as Hermione starts to walk ahead of you. A gentle breeze ruffles your hair, as two birds soar across the sky to disappear behind a tower. You take a deep breath, and exhale slowly, before whispering to yourself, "in another life, Draco. In another life."

The day breaks into blistering sunshine and clear blue skies. Friday morning greeted the grounds of Malfoy manor with the sound of whistling birds and fresh, crisp air. The flowers were in bloom; brilliant shades of red, pink and yellow. Rather a contrast to the glooming building in the distance. Watering cans, seemingly moving by themselves, sprinkled water over the petals and the neatly trimmed shrubbery as they danced across the gardens. The dark and dreary exterior of his childhood home looked evermore depressing as Draco stood just beyond the gates, gathering the will to enter the front door. Just inside, no doubt, his mother was ordering the house elf to fold napkins and polish cutlery. His father, he presumes, would be tucked away in his study, out of the way and minding his own business. He expects his mother has arranged more house elves to prepare the dining room for what some might say is a wondrous occasion.

Her son was getting engaged, after all. To the woman she had desired, no less.

Draco drags himself to the front door, and with a small flick of his hand, the large piece of oak begins to scrape along the tiled floor, revealing the foyer. His mother had freshly picked flowers decorating the entryway and lined along the corridors. The giant windows cast gorgeous rays of gold into the dark hallways, specs of dust floating in the light as he made his way towards his room. He could at least get a little bit of time alone before the dreaded dinner.

Or, at least, he thought he could.

"Draco," he hears his mother's voice call from the other end of the hallway, hand clasped around the handle of his bedroom door, "I had no idea you were here," Narcissa said as she crosses the space between them, "Why are you hiding in there? Are you feeling well?"

She presses her palm to his forehead, looks at his throat as she instructs him to say ah, darling, and feels under his jaw. With a perplexed look, she huffs, holding his face in her hands.

"Do you need to lay down? You look pale, sweetheart. Is everything alright? Is it nerves?"

Her eyes were kind. When his mother showed her true affection for him, it was oddly warming. Draco knew his mother loved him - that's why he was feeling this pain. That's why she was breaking her back to make sure he became a respectable pureblood, because she knew how it felt to be shunned and whispered about in the street. She knew how it felt to have the world watching as your reputation crashed and burned in a courtroom full of judgmental faces. More than anything, did she want him to avoid that. The less pain he had the better, and yet, because of her divine protection, Draco had never felt so much pain in his life.

"I just need to rest before tonight," he smiles thinly, "please, don't worry yourself."

Narcissa doesn't stop him from turning the handle and disappearing behind the dark wood door. His room came into view; green satin sheets neatly made up on his bed, fresh towels folded at the end and his suit for the evening freshly pressed and hanging from his wardrobe. His belongings were exactly where he had left them; papers on his desk, half read book on the bedside table and his curtains shut. Draco pulls back the long, heavy material from his bedroom window to look down at the grounds below. Glorious sunshine. Water fountain gently trickling in the middle of the maze that was his back garden. A few house elves were trimming the hedges. It's a shame really, because when you were a guest in his house, it was near freezing and covered in thick white snow outside. You never got to see the garden in its full glory. He wonders what you're doing now, if you're already at Weasley's house. Surely having a better time that he was...

Right?

"What do you mean you're not coming?"

Hermione bellows over the muggle phone that Mr Weasley has. Her hands were covered in batter, her apron speckled with flour as Ron and George attempt to hang the "Happy Gradation!" bunting over the dining table (Mrs Weasley, in a rush, had forgotten the 'u'.)

"I thought we'd gone over this," Hermione said, leaning to speak into the phone that was sitting on the side, its cord winding back to the holder at the other end of the kitchen, "everyone would love to see you, and you'll enjoy it once you're here."

You hear a kerfuffle in the background. "I said to your right, Ron, that's your left." George's distant voice laughs, as Ron protests "Do you want to try? I'm trying not to stand on the forks." Then a clash and a bang, and George's laughter erupts into hysterics.

"Is everything alright there, 'Mione?" you ask, and she sighs irritably.

"Ron's just fallen off the table," she said nonchalantly, "anyway, back to you. I would really love it if you could make it, Y/N. It might do you good, to get out and be around familiar faces. Besides, we graduate this weekend! We need to celebrate."

"I'm not exactly a joy to be around," you said miserably, "I'd hate to be a buzzkill."

"You won't be!" Hermione reassures you, panicking slightly that if, by some grace of the Gods, Draco decides to take her advice, you won't even be there when he shows, "please, Y/N. Rethink it? You have time, it doesn't start for a few more hours."

"I'll... think on it," you mutter, but Hermione isn't convinced, "please don't think I'm not grateful to you all. What you're doing is lovely and I do want to celebrate with everyone."

"I know," Hermione's kind voice said over the noise; George's roaring laughter and Ron's angry chuntering just audible,"I understand. Just promise me you'll think more about it before making a decision?"

There's a silence, as you stare out of your living room window, a white lie rolling off your tongue.

"Yeah," you breathe, smiling sadly on the other end, "I promise."

Night crawls in like a bad omen, seeping darkness into the unlit parts of the Malfoy's home; lamps and candles now lighting the long hallways, dining hall and main drawing room. The huge windows cast light across the dark grounds, the humid summer heat still hanging in the air. The antique clock on Draco's bedside table ticks, and ticks, and ticks. He fixes his tie one last time. Smooths down his hair, his suit, and takes a long, raggedy breath.

Grangers words still circle his mind.

There was one last chance still lingering, waiting for his hands to grasp it. He took a long hard look in the mirror at his pale complexion, something that never seemed to change about him after all these years. Still pasty, eyes still sharp and greyish blue, hair still thick and fair. The only thing that ever seemed to change about Draco was his age; the rest of him, even his bitterness, never faltered. Although, even those around him were not blind to the way he had softened - despite him always being Malfoy, his hard demeanour and nasty glare weren't as they once were. Something, or someone, rather, had managed to shift him slightly. 

But to Draco, as he looks into the mirror, dressed in his best, all he could see was the same old coward. The same old Malfoy.

"Draco, dear," a loud knock on his door tore his eyes away from the reflection, "they'll be here any minute, I need you down in the foyer to greet them."

"Yes, mother," he calls back, slipping the tiny velvet box on his desk into his pocket and leaving the safety of his bedroom.

The house was filled with the sweet aroma of summer flowers, grown in his mothers flower beds and arranged by the house elf for tonight's festivities. Candles and sconces lit his way, and he entered the main foyer to stand beside the large oak doors that Astoria Greengrass was no doubt about to walk through. He thinks back on Christmas, and how you showed up, in blistering cold and thick snow to bring him a simple box of chocolates. How you both drank the cellar dry and played pool like two giggling school girls. A smile creeps onto his face, just as his mother comes galloping down the staircase in a rush.

"Any moment," she mutters to herself, grabbing Draco's arm to stand beside her, directly opposite the door. One last look over her son, she smooths his tie and gives him a loving look, "so handsome," she whispers, pinching his cheek lightly as he grimaces at the gesture.

Then a loud, almost nautisating bell rings throughout the foyer, and Draco's stomach drops. Narcissa hurries over, and with a flick of her hand, the door scrapes along the tiled floor to reveal Mr and Mrs Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, and her younger sister, Astoria Greengrass. 

"Ah, how wonderful it is to see you, Mr and Mrs Greengrass, please, do come in." Narcissa graciously moves aside, as Draco extends his hand to Astoria's father, kisses her mother's hand and gives his old classmate Daphne a little bow.

"Daph," he smiles thinly, and she curtsies in return.

"Draco," she greets him kindly, "it's been a while."

"Yeah, just a little," he jokes with a lifeless chuckle, "you look well."

"Thank you," she nudges him on the arm, "and so do you. But, you've always scrubbed up well. Remember the Yule Ball? Gosh, I regret that gigantic pink gown to this day."

The two remenice a little while as Astoria stands at a comfortable distance, watching Draco's every move whilst speaking to her older sister. They laugh about some past memories as young Slytherins, until Daphne finally remembers why she's there.

"Oh, Merlin, listen to me ramble," she says, turning to face her little sister, "I'm sure it's my kid sister you really want to speak to. Right, 'Storia? You've done nothing but talk about Dr-"

"Shut it," Astoria, red cheeked, snapped quietly to her sister, before giving Draco a kind, almost reassuring smile, "good evening, Draco."

"Evening, 'Storia," he reaches out to press a kiss to her hand politely, "you look lovely."

She blushed a furious red, and in true Slytherin fashion, Daphne started chuckling to herself, opening her mouth to comment on her sisters tomato face when the tiny house elf that lived at the Malfoy residence offered to take the ladies coats. A look of relief washed over Astoria, thankful at the interruption. Drinks were poured in the drawing room, Lucius discussing current Ministry affairs with Mr Greengrass as Narcissa gave Mrs Greengrass a very lengthy description of the many portraits on the walls. Astoria excused herself to use the restroom, giving Draco a moment's peace after she talked and talked and talked about her interest in becoming an activist for magical creatures in captivity. As noble as her cause was, Draco was bored to tears. Then the couch dipped down beside him, and he looks up to see Daphne had claimed her sisters spot, a knowing smirk at her lips.

"You're so miserable, do you know that, Malfoy?" She says, swirling sparkling wine in her glass. Draco chokes on his.

"Excuse me?" he coughs, "you do realise you're in my house, drinking my wine as you insult me.”

She laughed. 

"Oh stop being so uptight," she said. Daphne had known Draco for many years, and as a result of that, knew his tell tale signs. She was in his circle of friends, and Pansy stuck herself to Daphne just as much as she did Draco. Her fair share of childhood mischief was done with Draco at her side. Parties and celebrations as children were spent sneaking about their parents houses and making trouble for the guests. All those years had gone now, though, but Daphne was still someone Draco remembered fondly, even if he was marrying her sister unwillingly. But Daphne, unlike her sister, had the qualities of a true Slytherin, and nothing, absolutely nothing, got past her, "you do look bloody miserable. What's wrong? Wait, don't tell me. 'Storia's been talking your ear off about magical creatures rights, hasn't she? Girl's about as interesting as a mop bucket."

Draco can't help but chuckle at that, and Daphne smiles over her glass at her old friend.

"Her hearts in the right place, Daph," Draco then defends the poor girl, who isn't even present to do it herself, "it's just... not for me, that's all."

"Sure enough, but my God, she needs a hobby, Dray," Daphne shakes her head, and the nickname was nice to hear from someone other than Pansy. It had some good memories attached to it, as well, "and so do you, by the sounds of it. All I've heard from 'Storia is how much time you spend in your damn room."

"It's called studying, Daphne," Draco points out, finishing his last drop of wine, "I didn't go back to Hogwarts to just sit around, you know."

"Oh, really?" she says sarcastically, "here's me thinking you just fancied a change in scenery," she sips her drink, noticing Draco's glare from the corner of her eye. "So," she then goes to say, "tell me. Why are you doing this, exactly?"

Draco almost gets whiplash from how quickly he turns his head. 

"What?"

"I asked why you're doing this," Daphne repeats nonchalantly, "you clearly don't want to be here. I'm not saying that my sister isn't a catch, because for the right guy, I'm sure she is, but for you... I guess I thought you'd be against all this arranged marriage nonsense." 

"I am," he mutters bitterly, deciding to stare hard into the fire instead of face Daphne anymore, because, as usual, her observation was off the charts, "but I don't want to disappoint anyone."

"But you're happy to disappoint yourself?"

He swallows thickly. Daphne sips her wine and watches as he squirms under pressure, how he still plays with his fingers when he gets nervous. Then, she shrugs, sighs, and gets up from her seat, "better get ready for dinner. Nice talking, Dray."

As quickly as Daphne left, Astoria reappears, sitting awfully close to Draco as she fills up his glass with wine she had collected along the way. 

"So," she says, sitting back comfortably beside him, "what did I miss?"

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Takes place on the eve of Draco's and Astoria’s wedding. Preview of this new idea for a Dramione WIP swirling in my head...

“Why do you want to marry me?”

Draco Malfoy was staring at a dying flame at the hearth of the fireplace in his mid-century modern decorated living room holding a glass of Muggle bourbon filled to the brim. At first, he barely heard her.

“What?”

“Why do you want to marry me?”

There was no change to her volume, tone, or inflection of her question, but the words finally registered to Draco despite his alcohol-induced haze. He had not even heard her enter his home, but he turned to find his fiancée, Astoria Greengrass, leaning on the doorway that led to the foyer. She was wearing a hooded cloak over slate blue dress robes with her dark hair in low chignon at the nape of her neck, looking back at him with an unreadable expression on her face. In fact, she was practically stoic.

“What do you mean why do I want to marry you?”

“It’s a perfectly simple question, Draco,” Astoria replied, her expression still indecipherable.

Draco turned away, just wanting to get back to studying the fire fizzle out and downing glass upon glass of the bronze liquid as fast as possible. He didn't have the time nor the energy for this. However, his fiancée made no move to leave and remained standing in his doorway, her face impassive, yet expecting him to respond.

That was new. She usually left immediately when he refused to engage in conversation or dismissed her by turning his back towards her…but this time, he continued to feel her eyes on him. He cursed inwardly.

“You are seriously asking me this now?” Draco said irritated, turning to her once again and setting his drink down onto a console table situated by a velvet sectional. “On the eve of our wedding?”

Astoria went from leaning to standing straight and took a step towards him.

“Yes, Draco, now."

Almost immediately, the stoicity of her features dropped. 

Her eyebrows knitted together and Draco inwardly winced at the sudden sharpness of her voice.

“Because for the past six months, you have spent every damn night gazing at a fire until it dies out, despite the fact that you can reignite it with a flick of your wand." She brandished her own and nonverbally cast Incendio towards the fireplace. The flames came roaring back to life. Draco bristled, but she wasn’t done.

“You constantly drown yourself in Muggle liquor because for some reason Blishen’s Firewhisky doesn’t cut it anymore!” She sighed heavily. “The rest of the time you’re like a ghost. You repeatedly ignore owls from Theo, Blaise, Pansy, and even your mother. You lock yourself in your townhouse for hours and when you do show up…you’re never really there. Your mind is always somewhere far away. I can’t watch you do this yourself another night. And goddamn you, I deserve a solid answer!”

“Because I bloody well wanted to! That’s why!” Draco yelled at her. “For Merlin’s sake – Astoria, you got your answer. Now, please leave me the hell alone!”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Astoria snapped back. “And don’t insult my intelligence. We both know you didn’t want this. You again thought you had no choice so you did what your parents and what my family wanted… I was just stupid enough then to go along with it.”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Draco had denied it many times but she knew he had grown to resent her, whether consciously or subconsciously, because of the situation they were in. This whole mess had put a strain on their friendship. No matter how many times she had tried to show him she was on his side, his frustration always made him feel the need to attack.

“You’re one of my best friends, Draco,” Astoria said finally. “But we don’t feel  – not for each other anyway. Not in the way that we needed to.”

“This is total bollocks,” Draco said to himself angrily. He made a motion to dismiss her. “And you’re being utterly ridiculous –”

“Do you love me?”

If anything could make Draco stone-cold sober for even just a moment, it was that question. He looked up at her to make out if she was serious as the dancing flames continued to cast shadows on her face.

She had never asked him that question before and they never discussed love; much less shared any enamored feelings for each other, despite being close friends. It just wasn’t an important nor a pertinent subject for either of their families. Whether it was clearly expressed or just implicit, they knew love, romantic love in particular, was never a significant part of the equation to gaining approval from the Malfoys and Greengrasses.

“W-what?” Draco sputtered.

“Let me rephrase. Do you actually want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Astoria said. “It’s another simple question, Draco.”

Draco ran an irate hand through his hair. A simple question? A simply loaded one at that, he was certain.

“I honestly don’t know where this is coming from, Astoria, and why, of all times, tonight,” Draco said exasperatedly. “Why would you think otherwise?”

“Because I’m not her,” She said simply.

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task four ; time wait's for no one

tw: familial death

HOW have the new ministry happenings and the attacks during the time jump affected your character? 

It has made Astoria more nervous in a way - she still tries to be her happy go lucky self, but her smile will falter when she thinks no one is looking. but always trying to put her best foot forward and act like nothing is bothering her.

DID any of the disappearances or attacks involve someone your character knew? 

They were house-mates, classmates, friends. Somewhat. Astoria was deeply saddened by what has happened over the course of the year, she'll have a drink or two at any celebration for the people she's lost.

HOW did your muse react to the news that their classmates ( aster, cormac, flora, hestia, mori, and pansy ) were attacked? were they concerned to learn of aster’s coma? did they go to visit aster or cormac in st. mungos during the months they were there?

Astoria can't help her kindness towards people sometimes, especially towards those who have been hurt. She had visited both aster and cormac, at least once, to drop off a bouquet of flowers signed A.G, but has not seen them personally since then.

DID your muse have any connection to the carrow sisters? what was their reaction to flora and hestia’s tragic passing?

while not incredibly close, astoria knew of the carrow sisters, and had no problems with them - finding herself quite sad over the fact they had passed.

WHAT are some notable things that your character did over the time jump? any big events? did they have a birthday?

The Greengrass family unfortunately had to say goodbye to Lysa Greengrass, Astoria's down to earth, charming Aunt who also had the same blood curse as her; sombering Astoria to the harsh reality that she is, at the moment living on uncertain time. Truth is Astoria refuses to talk about how she feels and finds herself repeating 'I'm fine' at least five times a day.

WHAT did your muse do over the summer? 

During some of the attacks happening, Astoria, her mother and her older sister Daphne had spent time in their summer home for a week. she also up-hauled her entire wardrobe and dyed her hair, but her mother refuses to acknowledge that.

WHAT’S your character’s stance on werewolves now, after all of the happenings and attacks over the past year?

It's making it harder for Astoria to #livelaughlove in these conditions, but she's careful on what she says in public; swiftly changing topic to avoid the discussion - because Astoria has no idea.

WHAT was your character’s reaction to the news that dumbledore was missing? what about when it was revealed that he died?

Astoria was genuinely shocked and not much shocks her these days, so to have learned about his death a week later had shaken her to her core. knowing her parents didn't have much faith in the man, often catching them muttering about his useless business, but astoria didn't mind him.

[princeblack]

The pretty girl apologizes for ‘getting in his way’, making him smile a little. “No, you’re not, really…” Or, technically she is, but he doesn’t mind it – it’s not like the train is going to set off with the doors still open and a girl struggling to get on. Besides, she’s cute as she fumbles for words, making a joke about how inaccessible it is. It is funny, so he laughs a little as he’s reaching for the handle. “Don’t be sorry. It’s really not very thoughtful of them to make the stairs so difficult to get these trunks onto… What were they going to do if Hogwarts had an influx of small, cute girls this semester?” Maybe it didn’t hurt to flirt with her a little— she’s gorgeous after all, even if Regulus doesn’t know who she is yet.

She says her thanks more than once, seeming nervous in his presence, which oddly makes him feel more at ease. He feels a bit out of place speaking to someone that isn’t from home or anywhere near it, but she seems sweet and she even offers him a spot in her compartment. “Oh, thank you… I'd like that.” He could always go find Draco or Astoria, but he found himself curious about this girl, wanting to know more. Besides, he couldn’t get enough of her pretty blue eyes, captivating him each time their gazes met.

He closes the compartment door behind them and puts his trunk away before sitting down across from her. She smiles at him and it makes his chest feel heavy and warm, smiling back. She somehow looks even prettier when she’s smiling like this, her small face radiant like the sun. She’s so stunning that he can’t take his eyes off her, not even noticing at first that she has a small creature poking out of her pocket.

But then she introduces herself, telling him her name is Bee Diggory and the adorable niffler is Alfie. His smile falters, recognizing her surname. The Diggorys aren’t purebloods anymore, so she’s already someone his mother wouldn’t want him speaking to. On top of that, he’s fairly certain his father said they were a family of Hufflepuffs, in the same way that the Blacks are Slytherins. This is the part where his mother would want him to call her a blood traitor or a mudblood and leave, and instead go sit with the Greengrasses or Draco. But Regulus can’t bring himself to do it– how would it help their cause, anyway? It’s not like her parents would change their views if he bullied their half-blood daughter, who for all intents and purposes grew up magically just as he did. What if this was his chance to see how different they really were? How would his mother know, anyway? Even Draco didn’t insult or snub half-bloods, and he was louder than his father (although still not as loud as Regulus’s mother).

But more than all of that, he has the distinct feeling that he could never be mean to Bee anyway. From her adorable name to her sweet face, he’s somehow powerless already. “I’m Regulus Black— it’s nice to meet you, and Alfie.” He glances down at the little creature, so small that he could’ve been easily missed peeking out of Bee’s clothing. “And don’t mention it. I’d be happy to protect you from any threatening stairs… I hear the ones at Hogwarts are quite rude, too.” He pauses, watching Alfie before continuing. “I’ve never seen a niffler in real life before. How did you get one?” A smile tugs on his lips as the animal sniffs about. “He’s handsome, isn’t he?”

"bexley, dear it's time to get up." the soft voice of her mother appears as gentle fingers caress her head until bee's eyes are fluttering open to the dim morning sun and her mother sitting at the edge of her bed with that familiar warm smile that she's grown accustom to waking her up each morning. bee's eye lids still feel heavy as she rolls over onto the other side of the bed letting out a groan as she pulls the pillow closer, maybe if she pretends she didn't see her mother she'll let her get a few more minutes...but emma simply laughs, patting bee gently on the back.

"come on sweetie, it's time to get ready for your first day of school, breakfast is out on the table, I made your favorite." just like that her eyes are darting open as the sweet aroma of pancakes and fresh berries picked from the garden full her room. "I'm up, I'm up." she says as she turns to her mother. "get dressed." her mother speaks softly as she leaves the young diggory to her devices.

rolling out of bed she gets changed into an orange sweater, dark plaid skirt, black leggings and her dark brown boots with the flower pattern before doing the front of her hair into one braid and adding small daisies between each loop. it was her first year attending hogwarts, just like her big brother cedric who was two years older than she was who in only a few short hours she would share a house with, a hufflepuff just like her brother and their parents before him and so on all the way to her great great great grandmother. she came from a long line of hufflepuffs a house often looked down upon by many but one she dreamed of being apart of ever since her brothers first year.

once her hair is finished she steps out into the kitchen the area, her mother finishing up cleaning the kitchen as her brother cedric and her father amos sit at the table eating. in bee's spot sit a plate of her mother's special pancakes, pumpkin juice and a mysterious box almost gifted wrapped other than a few holes on the sides. "what's this?" bee says tiredly as she drags her feet into the room. emma only smiles turning her head and looking over at what bee was referring to. "a gift, for your first day at school.." she says gently as bee's eyes flicker to her older brother who already looked excited. "go, on then. open it " he gestures his head. the box seemed to be moving too which makes bee suspicious as she slowly walks over to pull the gift open, and there before her eyes was the smallest baby niffler she'd ever seen, his coat was jet black and he could fit right into the palm of her hand. "a niffler?!" she says cheerfully, scooping him up in her hand as the small creature nuzzles up to her. "one of my friends found him and a few of his siblings while off at work, they seem to have been abandoned...they are far too young to take care of themselves self so I offered to take one of the babies off her hands." her mother had many friends in the magizoology career, a dream job of bee's ever since she first read fantastic beasts and where to find them by the great newt scamander.

"oh mom i love him, thank you.." bee coos at the small creature who seemed to take a liking to her already. "cedric finish up your breakfast we have to get going soon." amos speaks up for the first time since bee entered the room, making her sink a bit into her chair as she placed the niffler in her lap and begins to eat her breakfast. "where are you two going?" she says curious as to why he's rushing the eldest. "dad wants to get some quidditch practice in before the train leaves." her brother tells her, seemingly agitated with their father being so demanding so early in the morning. "so you won't be seeing me off then?" bee says a little defeated. cedric and her father were supposed to accompany her to her first day, of course amos would find a way to avoid that. "don't worry bumblebee I'll be the first to greet you once we get to school." the eldest pats her head gently before he and amos pack up to leave. bee frowns a little, picking at her pancakes which emma seems to notice. "so what name have you thought about giving the baby niffler?" she says gently, pulling out a chair to sit with the girl.

bee thinks for a minute, looking down at the tiny niffler as he looks back up at her with curious and innocent eyes, playing with the necklace she was wearing. "he looks wise...like an alfred." she smiles. "I think I'll name him alfie." emma always knew how to lift bee's spirits even as they were being crushed under the weight of her fathers negligence. emma cups her chin. "you are going to have such a lovely time at hogwarts, be sure to say hello to luna for me." she says gently. luna was a girl who lived in her village, she was a lovely person and one of bee's closest friends since they were nearly in diapers, she was definitely going to be sorted into raven claw this year, she was the wisest person bee ever knew.

after breakfast bee quickly helps in the garden, making sure no gnomes had snuck in and saying goodbye to each plant as she wouldn't see them for a long time before she and emma finished packing up the last of her things to make the train. they nearly late getting there, emma giving her daughter one last hug before wishing her safe travels. "do your best and take good care of alfie." her mother says placing another kiss to the top of her head. "I will mom, I promise, I love you." the niffler is placed inside her skirt pocket with one of her lockets to keep him busy so she's able to carry her things onto the express but one of the wheels of her trunk gets stuck on the step and being one of the last students to make the train, nobody seems to notice her struggling. (god she wishes cedric was here) she thinks to herself as she tries to yank the thing onboard. "oh come on..." she can feel eyes on her and it dawns on her she's been blocking the entrance, of course she would embarrass herself before the first day even begins.

she turns around to apologize but before she can she's met with the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. a taller boy standing there in his fancy clothes and pretty dark curly hair, he's like a prince out of a story book and for a second she wonders if she drank too much pumpkin juice and started hallucinating or something..but he's very much real and very clearly far from anyone she's ever seen before. she blushes even harder, feeling alfie shifting in her pocket was the only thing to snap her out of her trance as the boy greets her with a sweet hello. "oh, uh..h-hi. I'm sorry if I'm getting in your way, you'd think they'd make these steps more accessible for us weaklings." bee says with a small laugh tucking a loose curl behind her ear as blue eyes dart away from him. he then offers to help her with her trunk, not giving her much time to argue before he's grabbing the handle and his skin touches hers making her feel even hotter as she moves her hand away for him to grab. "o-oh thanks..." she watches as the boy takes the trunk setting it inside with ease, he's so strong on top of pretty, he just really be a story book prince. "thank you." she says again because she's kind of running out of words. "t-there's an empty left carriage just over here if you wanted to join me...not that you have to or anything." he was probably already fairly popular by now? maybe he had friends saving a seat for him...(stupid bee.) she thinks before turning towards the empty carriage she spotted when she stepped on, before her trunk decided to ruin her day. she sets her things up before sitting near one of the windows, alfie poking his head out too probably to get some fresher air.

the boy joins her anyway, sitting at the seat across from hers as she smiles back at him shyly. she's usually a shy person but never this bad before, it's like he does something to her maybe it's the fact he's clearly rich and at a much higher status than she is, or maybe it's the fact he's the prettiest boy she's ever seen in her life. either way it puts a lump in her throat and butterflies in her stomach trying to figure out how to speak english again as if the last sixteen years of her life had disappeared from her mouth. just tell him your name it can't be that hard. "my name is bee by the way, bee diggory...and this is alfie. I don't know what we would've done without your help honestly."

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hey ☝️☝️can i maybe req an angst fic T_T where reader and draco r in an arranged marriage but draco is still in love with his ex (that he had to leave) and reader falls in love with draco yk.. but overtime draco falls in love with y/n but never told her or smthng BUT THENN reader maybe bumps into someone else and she slowly falls in love with someone else… then yk thise pureblood galas draco can see reader sneaking glances at her “friend” which shes in love with i hope this make sense??? BYEE (dont make y/n cheat tho.. so YEAH LOL) no pressure u dont need to do this! bave a hreat day!!!

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a/n : hii! thank you for requesting i love this idea! <3 note this is the first time and would be the last time i wrote this long 😁🙄

October 8th, 2005

the pair stood in the altar, holding hands together. this was supposed to be the day that all couple had always been wishing.

but in their faces, they held nothing as they told each other the vows.

draco’s eyes roaming around looking for someone that should’ve been here with him. his dearly girlfriend, astoria greengrass.

then he found her, sitting at the front row with her sister beside her, he has to hold the tears that started to build up in his eyes the more he stares at her.

“do you draco lucius malfoy, take this woman y/f/n to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in good times and woe, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself solely to her for as long as you both shall live?

the repetition snapped him back to the reality, he stares at his bride blankly before taking the last look at his girlfriend, mouthing ‘i love you’. the girl gives him a reassuring smile.

draco took a deep breath before answering, this is it. the moment that will change his life forever.

“I do.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride.”

the kiss was only lasted a second, it was just a simple peck on the lips.

it’s official, now they are married to each other. this should’ve been a happy day, but for them, its not.

>>>>>

that was a year ago.

y/n is a woman who’s holding to her words. even though their marriage was arranged, but she still did the rights as a wife, that included loving her husband.

there were no force, she just let it happened, she just let it flow. after all, love cant be forced.

even though draco never dreamed of marrying other girl except his first love, it doesnt mean he would have to hate her, he would blame everything on her. no, at least he still tolerable towards her.

“how is your day, draco?” y/n greets her husband as he just got home from work, she helped him taking off his suit.

“good, like usual” draco gives her a tired smile as he take a seat on the couch to relax his body.

she nodded before making her way to the kitchen, making him a cup of tea.

“do you want me to give you a massages? you look exhausted..” she gave him the tea, he took it gladly and drink it.

“please, that would be so lovely” she chuckles at him before getting behind him, her hands slowly massage his back making him leaned into her touch.

after that y/n take him to their bedroom, making a warm tub for draco and give him his pajamas.

as draco finished in the bathroom, he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for him to join her.

“thank you y/n, i appreciate it.” he gives her a small kiss on her forehead before joining the bed, his eyes slowly drifted off to a deep sleep.

she admires his face, he looks so peaceful when he’s sleeping, everyone has no doubt to say that he is a handsome man.

her cheeks heated as she remembers the way he kissed her forehead, she touched it with her hand, giggling quietly feeling the butterflies erupted in her stomach.

she let that moment running free in her mind before finally joining his sleep.

“astoria..” y/n wake up when she heard rustlings from beside her, she sits straightly as she saw draco moving uncomfortably in his sleep, she was about to wake him until she heard another sentence left his lips.

“please dont go astoria, i love you..”

her world feels like stop spinning when she heard that from her unconscious husband, if only the world could hear the shattered sounds from her heart.

she held the thought about waking him up. minutes passed, draco finally getting comfortable and relax in his sleep.

deciding to take some air, she let her feet bringing her downstairs.

y/n sat on the couch watching some muggles program in the tv with an ice cream in her hand.

she takes a look at the clock, it was 3 in the morning but she cant back to sleep, not after her heart just got broken.

then she heard footsteps coming downstairs. she looked up and find draco who clearly still look sleepy.

“why are you not sleeping?” he asked as he takes a seat beside her.

“i can’t really sleep” she replied half-lie to her husband. draco just hummed, joining her watching session.

“want some?” she offered raising a spoon full of ice cream, he laughed and nodding at her. she gladly feed him the ice cream.

“hmm.. thats good, what flavor is it?”

“cookies and cream, my favorite” draco nodded at her not really sure how to answer her.

>>>>>

the next day they do the routine, y/n making breakfast and draco was getting ready to work.

“draco, may i ask something?” he dropped his fork as he finished eating, fully listening to his wife.

“go ahead, y/n”

“uhm- i was wondering if you could be home early.. i’m planning to make a special dinner for us to you know, celebrating our first anniversary..” she nervously asked hoping that draco wont rejects her.

draco seems to have a moment thinking about her offer, he took a big sigh and gives her a smile.

“sure.”

“really?” y/n was beyond excited as soon as she heard him agreeing.

“yeah, maybe its time for us to get to know each other” he cant lie if he said his heart isnt breaking when he said that, his mind wondering to astoria, he hadnt seen her for so long.

y/n clapped her hands happily making him laughed softly. he takes a look on his watch and quickly standing up.

“its time for work, see you tonight” he took her hand in his bringing it to his lips and he kissed it softly making her cheeks heated.

>>>>>

the dinner was set. draco keeps his promise and come back home earlier like y/n asked.

“it tastes so good. you’re a great cooker y/n” he hummed happily at the food she made. y/n was smiling ear to ear.

“well thank you for the compliment. i’m glad you enjoyed it, mr. malfoy” they both laughed at her words.

they talked and get to know each other for the night. draco cant help but feels that his heart melted as he understands her better.

now they were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed. when suddenly draco wrapped his hands around her waist startling her.

“y/n.. i have something to tell you” he looked at her in the mirror, her face was flushed due to his sudden action.

“what is it, draco?” she could feel her breath hitched when she answered him.

“my parents, they sent me a letter last week..”

“yeah? what did they say?” she looked back at him through the mirror, she was getting nervous when she saw the expression on his face.

“they- they asked about an heir..” he clears his throat, whispering the last words unsure of her reaction.

y/n froze for a seconds, her mind is flipping around at the thought of finally having her own little family. she closed her eyes letting the butterflies flying around in her stomach before turning around to meet his face.

“i’m ready”

“wait- are you sure y/n? this is a big decision” draco search for hesitation in her eyes but he found nothing.

“i’m sure if you are sure about this too.” she replied hooking her arms around his neck.

draco gives her a warm smile before pulling her for a kiss, for the first time in their marriage. the tension between them was magical when their lips finally met.

he slowly let themselves to the bed. dropping their body on it as the kiss got rougher and the room became hotter.

———

“f-fuck astoria..”

y/n stilled, her breath got caught in her throat as she heard her husband moaning ‘her’ name. draco freezes when he realized at what he just said.

“y/n i-”

“i need to go to the bathroom, draco” she quickly picks up her clothes and runs to the bathroom.

draco cursed himself at what he did, he didnt meant to do it, her face just crossed his mind reminding him of what they used to have before.

he puts on his clothes back, rubbing his face in regret. he just hurt her.

y/n let tears streaming down her face as she stares at herself in the mirror, she looked pathetic. what she wanted is just to be loved by her husband.

“how could i be so stupid?” she whispers to herself taking a deep breath at realization. letting herself crying in the bathroom before deciding to go back.

>>>>>

days passed by, theyre still not talking to each other after that incident, draco has tried reaching off to her but she always shut him down.

“listen y/n, i’m really sorry about what happened.. it just came out like that, please forgive me.. we dont have to do it if we’re both not ready.” he was pleading at her, grabbing her wrist tightly as she walked past him.

y/n sigh and turns around, looking at his face. regret and concern filling his eyes.

“okay fine..” she shrugged her shoulders, she was still heartbroken but she couldn’t ignore her husband any longer.

draco finally let a relief breath and pulling her for a hug. he was scared that he would lost her but she was too kind to leave him just like that.

“thank you y/n.. i promise i’m trying” y/n nodded at him, stroking his back gently before pulling away.

“let me take you somewhere to spend the day together okay, i wanna make it up to you”

they ended up in an ice cream shop after getting breakfast in some cafe, y/n told draco to go first to the store because she needed to check on something.

then she found it, her wallet. she was too hassle holding her cup of coffee on her hand and a wallet on her free hand. she turns around to follow draco but only to bumped into a person making her coffee spilled onto the person in front of her.

“shit! i’m so sorry sir!” she widens her eyes as her coffee staining all over his shirt.

the man finally looked at her, he was about to snap but he hold his voice when he saw her face.

“oh- its okay miss, its my fault too.”

y/n was lost in her mind as she studying his face. his soft deep voice ringing in her ears.

he’s such a sight for sore eyes. for a second she forget the reality. captivated by his green eyes she couldnt help but feels her heart beating faster. until the man snapped his fingers in front of her and laughed.

“right- yeah sorry.. please kind sir let me buy you a new shirt” she slowly back at reality, pulling out her wallet.

“its justin calderone. and dont worry about it you dont have to i’m fine with it, miss-?”

“y/n” she replied, her intonation was still hesitant, feeling bad for him.

“yeah y/n please dont worry about it, its truly fine.” the man shook her hand before pulling up the zipper on his jacket to cover up his staining shirt.

they both still made no move to separated but y/n quickly remembers that draco is still in the store.

“i’m sorry justin i really have to go, it was nice to meet you and once again i’m sorry about your shirt” she gives her an apologetic smile before finally be the one to leave. the man just nodded returning the smile and continuing his walk again.

“what happened y/n, are you okay?” draco asked as y/n finally meet him in the store, he saw the whole accident from the store.

“yeah, i just spilled all of my coffee onto his shirt, but he was so kind and didn’t let me buy him a new one” he was about to confront her about the way she was flushed around him but he decided to let it go.

“here, cookies and cream. your favorite.” he handed y/n her ice cream making a smile plastered back onto her face.

———

the day went so fast, after getting ice cream they take a walk together and stopping at the nearest park. they both sat near the lake.

draco and y/n spend their time together forgetting about the incident from the other night, they talked and laughed for hours.

“no way you did that y/n!” draco laughs when she told him about how she and the weasley twins pranked dolores umbridge when they were still in hogwarts.

“you should’ve seen her face draco, the twins pranked her really bad that she was in a bad mood for the whole day. i was lucky enough to not get in trouble” she joined his laughter, holding her stomach as she remembered the funny moments from her school year.

draco cant help but feel his heart fluttering at her laugh, he finds it really brightens the mood. he was studying her face his mind wondering if he had met her first. he shook his head and chuckles as he saw a single tear coming out from her eyes because she was laughing too hard.

“i love you, draco.” he freezes feeling his heart jumped out of his heart when he heard her saying it to him.

he was looking anywhere but her eyes, trying to find the perfect words to answered her. y/n know it was too good to be true so she just smiling sadly.

“i know. i’m sorry” she understood what he means but doesnt mean it didnt hurts.

“i promise i’m trying. it’ll be soon”

they stay silence until they heard crying sounds coming from behind them. they turns around only to find a little boy running to their direction.

“hey little guy, whats wrong?” y/n said worriedly getting to his level.

“i lost my mom- i was getting a candy there but then mommy was nowhere to be seen” the boy rambling and cry harder, she feels her heart breaking at his cry.

“hey hey dont cry i promise we will find your mom” she tried to calm him she asked draco to look after him while she goes looking for the little boy’s mother.

draco smiles when he saw how she was so caring around children, his smile got bigger when he imagining y/n with their child.

he sat the little boy down on the bench. reassuring him that everything will be okay.

“hugo!” a voice called out making he turns his head.

the boy run to his mother immediately crying and hugging her legs.

“granger?” draco is shocked when he saw one of his -used to be- enemies.

“yes draco, the boy is hermione’s. oh my god i cant believe we meet again” y/n answered him before pulling hermione for a quick hug.

draco just rubbed the back of his neck, finding this situation is really awkward but hermione already got it and laughed it off.

“its okay draco, we were just kids back in the school” he laughed it off to at hermione’s answer.

they catched up for awhile before they going back to their own homes.

later that night, draco and y/n snuggling onto the bed, reading a book together but y/n already went to sleep because she was too tired.

he closed the book and put it back on the nightstand before getting under the covers. he studied her beauty. y/n is a nice girl and he blamed himself as to why his heart doesnt wanna open up to her. he sighed and wrapped her in his arms letting the sleepiness took the best of him.

the morning after y/n woke up with the brightest smile on her face when she realized draco’s hands were around her waist.

maybe, maybe this will be the chance to start over their marriage.

>>>>>

draco is off to work. y/n was getting bored and decided to go outside for some fresh air.

she decided to went back to the ice cream shop for a little break.

she was enjoying her ice cream until a voice interrupted her. she looked up and find the same guy from yesterday.

“hi y/n, we meet again.. i’m sorry to disturb you but can i sit here? all the seats are full” justin asked holding his ice cream on his hand.

“oh hi justin! you’re not disturbed me. of course, please take a seat.”

they opened the conversation and talked about their life, introducing to each other.

“so you’re from durmstrang? how come i’ve never seen you in triwizard champions?” y/n asked still eating her ice cream. the feeling of her heart beat faster was coming back to her.

“oh i’ve never got invited. i’m bad at sport and i’m not so popular” justin chuckles somehow she found his voice making her happy. she shakes her head in disbelief.

she nods at him changing the topic. the more time she spent with him the happier she gets although she was trying so hard to deny it but it just happened.

“oh you’re married” justin said looking at her hand then back up to her eyes.

“yeah i’ve been married for a year” she explained, she swore to herself that she almost sees a hint of disappointment look in his face but he quickly brushed it off.

“you dont look happy tho.. i mean-”

“no no you’re right, i wasn’t at the first time. it was arranged but yeah now i’m used to it. its not like he is a bad husband” y/n cut him off staring at her ring, her eyes widened as she realizes, draco.

“oh my god.. i’m sorry justin i lost track of time! i have to be home right now. it was nice hanging out with you. see you again someday.” she grabbed her stuff hurrying back home after hearing justin gives her permission to go.

she walked faster knowing draco would be home by any time soon. but then she stopped when she spotted a familiar blonde hair in a cafe sitting with- with astoria greengrass.

she stilled in her steps, watching the scene in the cafe, no they didnt do anything but it just hurts to see draco meeting his old lover, and he looks much happier.

he never even looks that happy when he was with her.

y/n quickly made her way to home before getting caught by draco. she feels really stupid right now.

but little did she know whats truly happening in there.

“how is y/n, dray?” astoria asked sipping her apple juice.

“she’s doing really great, i’m happy with her.” draco replied with no doubt.

it was weird that now he met his past but he doesnt feel anything anymore. even before knowing she already married to another man.

“well that’s good to hear, i’m happy for you as well.” she replied with a genuine smile.

“i’m happy for you too. i hope theo treats you better and makes you the happiest.”

“thank you draco. he makes me the happiest i’ve ever been.” draco look at his watch and outside before gathering his stuff.

“it’s getting late, tori. i should be home now. send my greetings to theo.” astoria waved him a goodbye before making her way out of the cafe too.

draco doesn’t know why he was so eager to come home. he misses y/n, long day at work and not seeing her. he thinks he was get used to having her around.

“hi y/n. how was your day?” he asked her as he got home, taking off his cloak.

“hi draco. its good how about you?” she gets up from the couch doing her routine, giving him his tea.

“its quite hectic today.”

hectic, he said. y/n laughed sarcastically to herself.

draco get on the couch drinking the tea, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“you’re not staying?” he asked as he sees her making her way to their room.

“no, i’m tired.” he flinched at her tone, he wants to chase her and ask her what’s gotten into her but he just shrugged it off thinking she was really tired.

>>>>>

for the past few days, y/n has been grew distant. it was now only a quick “good morning” and a tired “good night”.

draco was losing his mind, all he wanted is to wrap her in his arms and tell her how much he misses her. but he cant.

y/n was out saying she needs to buy some groceries. draco was waiting at home holding out an invitation on his hand.

———

y/n was getting some groceries with a trolley. she was looking for some sauce but she bumped into someone, again.

she looks up and find the same person she bumped into when they first met.

“justin!” she shouted laughing at their situation.

“y/n, oh my god we really have to stop meeting like this..” justin chuckles picking up the sauce that she dropped to the floor.

“want me to help you shopping?” he offered and y/n gives him a nod with a happy smile, her heart beat faster as they walked next to each other.

then it hits her.

for the first time in her life, she felt alive.

no, no! she shouldn’t have feeling this way. she’s married, but like she said before, love cant be forced.

>>>>>

“y/n! where have you been? i was so worried that something happened to you.” draco quickly approaching her as soon as she entered the house.

“i’m sorry draco. i got so lost in time getting all of these..” she apologized. shit, now she feels guilty for him.

“just dont do that again.” he lead her to the couch after helping her with the groceries.

“here.” he gives her the invitation and placed it on her hand.

“what is it?”

“there’s a gala held by this saturday. and i want you to come with me as my wife.” y/n feels her heart melted at his words but the scene of him and astoria came back to her mind.

“of course, i’ll be there for you.”

>>>>>

draco was waiting for y/n downstairs. its the day, the gala.

y/n is still in their room, finishing off her makeup and hair. after what feels like forever, she finished the last touch. twirling her body in front of the mirror to check her look.

then she walked downstairs, her heels clicking off the stairs making draco looked up to her, he froze in his seat.

tell her draco, tell her she looks breathtaking.

do it, show her that she’s succeded getting inside your heart and have a special place in there.

“you look nice.” he lets out that words instead, cursing himself mentally when he couldnt even compliment her the right way.

“oh, thanks. you dont look bad yourself too” she answered, theres a hint of hurtful in her voice and he blamed himself for it.

they apparated to the gala. seeing all their friends made it to the gala too, catching up with them.

draco gives her a wine, keeping her close to him while he talked to some of their friends.

y/n was feeling bored and her eyes looking around to find her friends but instead, she found him. justin calderone standing next to the drinks.

it was too late for her to look away, he already caught her. their eyes glued into each other for a few seconds before their cheeks heated in embarassment. he smiles at her which make her heart flutters.

but what they didnt realize is that draco beside her was watching the two of them.

watching how y/n gave him a longing look to him. the man she met when they were in the ice cream shop.

he watched how her cheeks heated when he threw her a smile.

he watched how she gets flustered and was shifting uncomfortably.

he wanted to let it go, thinking he was delusional but he saw it with his own eyes.

and when y/n made a reason to go outside to look for some air, he knew he had lost her.

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i’m emotional rn so i posted this lol idc

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summary: reader has miscarriage and wants draco to comfort her but he doesn’t think she does and goes out to a bar where he meets his ex Astoria Greengrass and cheats on reader. (plot twists angst and smut)

a/n: ok, i tried but I feel like this one is bad, so i hope this doesn't flop lol. I ALSO HAD TO REWRITE A LOT OF THIS😭

request: yes l l no

cw: blood

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navigation | | draco malfoy masterlist | | pt.2

You lost your baby, Draco’s baby. You were crying on a bed at St. Mungo's, last night had to be the worst night of your life.

You first noticed how your stomach began cramping, you didn’t think much of it because you were pregnant and you were sure other pregnant women had cramps. Everything was okay until the blood came.

The blood

The blood

The blood

Memories from last night flooded your mind like a never ending waterfall, and no matter what it wouldn't run dry. Images of the blood scattered your mind and wouldn’t go away. Draco was by your side holding your hand tightly. You both had been trying for a child for so long now and when you finally were having one, you had a miscarriage. The doctor said it was from stress and you’ve been stressing on how you were going to raise a child. Thinking about raising your child was why you lost them, you couldn’t help but blame yourself as tears danced down your cheeks.

Draco grasps your chin pulling you into a soft kiss and pulling away he says, “This is not your fault, darling.” you looked at him as tears filled your eyes threatening to overflow, “Yes it is, I was stressing on how I’m going to raise the baby and lost it.”

He looked at you puzzled, “You're talking as if you were going to raise our child alone.” You crossed your arms looking down as you mumbled, “Everyone leaves,” Draco heard what you had said.

“Love, listen to me I will never leave you and I will always love you. Even though this happened it doesn’t mean I don’t love you anymore, because nothing can change the love I hold for you.” he whispered, grasping onto both of your hands, interlocking them with his. You felt at ease for a moment, until you remembered how anyone could just instantly change their mind, you screwed up this time and if you do another time he’ll leave you in dust to pick yourself up. Just like everyone else did.

You were always left behind, you were what they call ‘the second choice’ and Draco made you his first. He was the one to pick up your broken pieces and mend them back together. He made you feel loved, he gave you the love no one else could, he loved you with every piece of himself. ‘Cause you were there to pick him up from the darkest time of his life, you were his light. The girl he held in his arms, the one who comforted him when he cried about his dark mark. You were there for him every step of the way, not for his money or name, for him. He loved you with every bone in his body, if someone asked him to jump off a cliff for you, bloody hell he’d do it.

-

You were excused from the hospital this morning, Draco helped you up the stairs to your shared room. You hated how he treated you like you were fragile or made of glass, because you weren’t. “Draco, it’s okay I can get up the stairs myself,” you huffed out.

You were being a bitch but you honestly didn’t care, you had just lost your baby and your husband was acting like you were broken.

“Why are you acting like that?” he said, holding onto the railing of the stairs.

“Why am I acting like this! Draco I just lost our fucking baby and your treating me like I’m broken! I’m not, I'm still me, not a broken doll who needs help!” you yelled out in frustration

“Are you forgetting that baby was also mine! You don’t get to act like a bitch, if anyone should act like a bitch it should be me because I’ve been taking care of your ass these past few days!”

“I never asked for your help!”

“Fine,” he breathed out angrily

You and Draco never really got into fights, but when you did the both of you blew up and it was Draco who always came back apologizing. This time was different though. You went up into your room and wrapped yourself up in your blanket and turned to face where Draco slept. Tears streamed from your face onto your pillow as you could smell the lingering scent of him: cologne and rosemary. All you wanted was for Draco to hold you in his arms and whisper sweet words to you, telling you how much he loves you.

Draco picked up his wand and apparated to a bar at Diagon alley, he needed to get his mind off this. He arrived, walking in he inhaled the scent of fire whiskey and weed, the scent was so overbearing it burned his nostrils. Walking through the crowd he sat on the mahogany wood seat and ordered a drink, “One fire whiskey for me,” he said, placing a galleon on the table. The woman serving him turned around and poured him a drink. As the night went on Draco was met with his ex Astoria Greengrass from Hogwarts, she was a year below him. She was wearing a tight black dress and red heels.

“Well hello there, Draco” she smiled sweetly twisting her hair with her index finger, Draco’s face contorted in disgust.

“It’s Malfoy to you, Greengrass.” She smirked at his response, of course she heard about your miscarriage it was every on the Daily Prophet. Having Draco in such a vulnerable state was an advantage with an opportunity, an opportunity she had to seize. She wanted to be the ‘golden child’, but no that’s where her older, blond, and blue-eyed sister Daphne Greengrass stepped in. If she took this opportunity it could either worsen or better her life, and she was willing to take the risk. She wanted to be the ‘golden child’ and she could be if she got with Draco.

Draco downed the drink and the burning sensation went smoothly down his throat. He placed another galleon on the counter demanding for another one, it seems that Draco was taking care of step one all by himself. Astoria poured him a drink while pressing her arms closer together to make his attention go to her breast, he didn’t look. She needed him to drink more if she wanted this to work.

“So, what have you been up to, Dray?”

“What did I fucking tell you, it’s Malfoy to you.” he said in a stern tone making eye contact with her.

“Okay then, Malfoy, what have you been up to?” she said biting her lip

“None of your business is what, Greengrass.” he spat out.

Throughout the night she was buttering him up and just waiting for the right moment. She herself had drunk fire whiskey tonight to the point where she was tipsy, but she couldn’t help but have more. Draco was almost black out drunk, but he was still stable on his feet somehow. His mind was fuzzy, he couldn’t think straight and to him Astoria was the only person running on his mind and he completely forgot about you. You didn’t exist in his state of mind right now.

‘Cause they were so drunk they moved onto the dance floor the colored lights reflected off the both of them as their bodies grinded and moved in unison. Their hands roamed each other's body as they continued to dance to the beat of the music. He felt as if he were falling into a different reality with the lights flashing, drinks and music coming from every direction. The colors of red, blue, and green reflected like a kaleidoscope. He felt as if he were drowning and only one person could save him. He couldn’t escape this feeling, because in this moment it felt right to do this.

His lips moved to the nape of her neck and sucked on it. Astoria moaned as his tongue swirled around her sweet spot; he remembered. Her back was facing his chest as her hands moved up from his neck to his hair. Draco was hypnotized by her and he couldn’t hold back the thoughts of ruining her anymore. The way that she looked in her tight black dress and how it gave him so much imagination on what was under it.

Well, what if he didn’t want to imagine, but see?

“Mhm, Astoria~” he slurred out with hooded eyes

Her eyes widened because he had used her name, something he hadn’t done since her fourth year. Turning around and fluttering her lashes she answered, “Yes, Dray?”

“I want you,” he grasped onto her chin, smashing their lips into a rough sloppy kiss and because they were intoxicated their senses were heightened. He pushed her up against a wall causing her to gasp in shock, her arms wrapped around his neck and she began pulling his hair making him groan into the kiss.

She began rolling her hips against his inviting him and his cock grew harder as he accepted it. He lifted her from beneath her thighs and walked to the bathroom as they made out. He placed her on the white cold bathroom counter. His hands roamed her thighs and his mouth conquered her neck marking it, ex marks the spot they always say.

His lips found their way back up to hers, they didn’t taste like Y/n’s- Fuck Y/n!

Suddenly he was sober, quickly pulling away with a look of fear he said, “Shit, shit, shit, no why did I do that!”

“Do what, baby?” she said innocently while opening her legs and revealing her unclothed cunt.

He stared at her for a moment, “C’mon Dray, just one good fuck, she’ll never find out.” Draco then again was hypnotized by her and he couldn’t stop himself. His heart and mind were telling him no, his heart was screaming out for him not to take a step closer towards her. But his dick was telling him to step closer, luring him into her trap and his dick was louder than his screaming heart and mind combined.

Yeah, she’ll never find out.

Draco took a step closer to her and connected his lips back with hers. “Such a fucking slut, didn’t wear your panties, mhm?” he said into the kiss and she moaned in response rolling her hips against his again. Draco knew this was wrong, but he couldn’t find anything in himself to leave and he wanted those five minutes of pleasure.

As he committed these forbidden actions, Y/n laid in her shared bed except there was no one beside her to share it with. Where could he be right now? This question lingered in her mind, she knew their argument was bad, but she didn’t think it was so bad to the point where he wouldn’t come home tonight.

You laid there lost in thought: What if he doesn’t love me anymore? Why is he not home? Was it that bad? Were you not enough for him to stay?

Tears slipped from your eyes again, this week had been too much for you and Draco was always there for you to hold you in his arms.

But tonight he wasn’t here, when you needed him the most he wasn’t with you. Instead he was fucking his ex Astoria Greengrass into oblivion in a club bathroom, while you laid in bed crying. Why couldn’t he be here with you? He thought you wanted time alone and away from him, but he didn’t know that would lead him to cumming inside Astoria Greengrass.

You decided to leave it and go to sleep, but you couldn't because the silence filling the room pierced your ear drums. Forcing yourself to sit up you looked at the clock that read 3:34 AM, you groaned in response you wanted all of this to be over already.

-

The next day arrived painfully slow and Draco still wasn’t home. You opened your eyes to see the sunlight seeping through your white curtains and pain in your lower abdomen shot through your body. This definitely wasn’t a lovely way to wake up, so you went back to sleep.

Draco opened his eyes to be met with an unfamiliar bedroom, where was he? Memories from last night hit him like a train. Wand, where was his wand?! He lifted up the bed sheets to see that he was completely naked and a figure was right beside him, Astoria Greengrass. Fear rushed through his body and he felt paralyzed, there was no way in hell he actually did that last night?! He was wrong; he slept with her, memories of him thrusting into her, releasing his anger and pain into each powerful thrust. He hated himself, how would you react if he told you. That’s when an idea sparked up in his mind; he wouldn’t. That’s how it’s supposed to be, you wouldn’t find out.

With your wedding nearing Draco thought it was impossible for you to leave him over this, right?

Quickly he collected his clothes and apparated out of there without a second glance. As he arrived in front of the gates of Malfoy Manor his heart was palpitating out of his chest as he stalked closer and closer to the door. He opened the door to be met with a dark and gloomy room, there was nobody home? Or so he thought. He put his coat down on the couch and walked up the stairs to your room. He peeked inside and found you sleeping on the bed, so peacefully like a god sent angel. Your hair frames your face to extreme perfection and Draco felt a pit of ice sink into his stomach the guilt was building up inside him. The tiny pebbles of stone cold ice were quickly freezing up his insides threatening to never thaw out.

He climbed into bed with you and he kept his distance. You felt something sink onto your bed, his scent lingered in the air, but something was off about it. It smelt sickly sweet. Scrunching your nose in disgust you opened your eyes to see Draco, but his back was facing you and there was an evident distance between you two. Sucking in a deep breath you put your hand on his shoulder, his body tensed. When he felt your hand on his shoulder his body ran cold, sending shivers down his spine.

“Are you okay?” You asked concerned, he slowly turned his body to face you. He had baggy eyes, his smile was gone and his frown left smile lines on his cheeks.

“I’m fine, love.” He said plainly and turned back around.

You sighed lifting the blanket off your legs. Getting up you felt a cramp strike up it’s way into your uterus. You stumbled back a bit and your feet splattered on the the ground as you tried to stabilize yourself. Draco heard your feet moving as you hissed in pain, this caused him to shoot up from the bed to you. He clasped onto your hands and helped you up. You wanted to yell at him for helping you, but you couldn’t lie, you needed help. The whole screaming at him was why he didn’t come home last night, and you missed him while he was gone. As you were so close to his chest now you could smell that sweet scent that lingered on his shirt, you wanted to ask him about it, but you didn’t. You ignored it, per usual.

-

Two weeks had flown by quickly and Draco had been acting different but you liked it. He held your hand, held you close to him, like if he needed your touch to survive, and he acted like he was going to lose you. His change in attitude surprised you, but he probably changed because of the miscarriage, right?

Something lingered your mind, like a migraine it wouldn’t leave you alone it was throbbing and asking for an answer: Where was he that night? Why did he smell sweet? Did he betray me?

You shook away these thoughts, he would never betray you, he wasn’t a traitor. You ignored every bad thought and pushed them into the back of your kind suppressing them. But trying to suppress them was like trying to stop a powerful wave just waiting to crash down and blend into the deep blue ocean. You needed your thoughts to blend in, like a school of fish, but these thoughts stood alone. They were waiting for a predator to strike them and give them an answer.

Oh, how you wished you listened to your mind.

But you didn’t.

You and Draco walked into a coffee shop in Diagon Alley. As you both walked in the bell jingled signifying that new customers had entered. The lady who was the worker you assumed welcomed the both of you in.

“Hi, can we get two caramel macchiatos.” You requested to the worker she nodded in response. You looked up at Draco smiling to see that he was already admiring you. The way the sun hit your face and brightened your skin tone, and how you tucked your hair behind your ear, you were exquisite to him. To anyone.

You and him got your drinks and walked around Diagon Alley hand in hand. As the both of you wandered around the back of your mind nicked at you and picked a question that you unexpectedly blurted out, “Where were you that night?”

His eyes widened at your question, honestly he wasn’t expecting this to come up because the both of you had been ignoring it. Fear danced around his eyes and his cheeks were palely flushed. “What night?” He said as if he didn’t know what you were talking about, but he did.

“The night after the miscarriage, you left and didn’t come back until the morning. I waited for you.”

I waited for you.

These words repeated in his head, you waited for him. The guilt only grew greater, bigger and higher, like a mountain he couldn’t climb. Every time he tried to reach the top he’d fall back down and try again getting higher and higher, just to collapse again. The pit of ice in his stomach didn’t thaw out, it could never. It got colder and colder by every passing minute, hour, and day he spent with you. And eventually it reached his heart. His heart became stone cold and shivered at the thought of leaving you, and breaking your heart into two. He was your first everything, first kiss, first time, and first love. He couldn’t possibly break your heart now, not with your wedding nearing and getting closer and closer by each passing day.

“I was at my mum’s, sorry.” He said fearing you wouldn’t believe him, but instead you gave him a small nod. He also was hoping that maybe you wouldn’t believe him and question his answer, but you didn’t. You fell for his pretty white lies. And this made him want to kick himself repeatedly and not stop until the pain died out. But this pain wasn’t physical, it was emotional and mental pain. These two struck his heart like lightning, he couldn’t keep lying to you, you would find out eventually.

His answer didn’t seem right, but you believed him anyway, he didn’t have any reason to why he needed to lie. A smile quirked your lips as you saw Fred and George’s shop. The Weasleys growing up were like your second family, they were your family. Even Draco had to be around them, but he was around them for you. He loved you so much that he even put up with the Weasleys for you.

After thirty minutes passed you both were walking pass a dress store when you saw the perfect wedding dress on display. The lace around the sleeves were beautiful and the way it flowed, Merlin it was magnificent. You quickly looked away and made a mental note to come back here with Narcissa. You also made sure that Draco caught you boggling the dress. But he saw it. He could tell that you loved it and picturing you in that dress on the day where you became: Mrs. Malfoy, was enough to bring tears to his eyes. But don’t they say that seeing your brides dress bad luck?

Maybe it was, maybe it wasn’t. We’ll find out soon enough.

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It was the day of your wedding, the supposedly happiest day of your life.

You were sitting on your white chair in front of a mirror as your best friend Pansy Parkinson put on your makeup. To be honest if you never got with Draco, you and Pansy would probably been something. The both of you had always had a tension around your friendship, but the both of you always brushed it off. As she applied the soft brown eyeshadow she told you, “Did you know the Greengrass’s are coming?”

Your eyes widened in surprise in response you said, “Merlin, it’s my own wedding and I didn’t even know that they were coming. This means Astorias coming to?” You rolled your eyes at the question you asked causing Pansy to stifle a laugh. “I’m guessing, I don’t know, but I hope she doesn’t. She’s a bitch.”

You laughed at what your best friends statement, you nodded your head while laughing letting her know that you thought the same.

She applied the lipstick and said, “perfect, as usual.” A light blush appeared on your cheeks and it wasn’t from the makeup. “Pans, stop your making me blush.” You giggled out. She poked your cheeks in response.

You both turned your head at the sound of the door opening, there stood Astoria Greengrass. You didn’t even want her here. How was she Daphne’s sister, honestly? Astoria was nasty, rude and an overall bully, even in her twenties she didn’t grow out of her old habits at Hogwarts. She tilted her head and gave you a sweet smile that was filled with jealousy. You and Pansy went quiet for a moment, but you weren’t going to let her ruin your day. No. She strode to the both of you and lifted up your left hand and looked at you ring finger that displayed your ring. Glancing at it and back at you she said, “What a lovely ring, it would suck to see it on someone else. Glad to see that he chose you out of everyone.” Pansy snarled at her comment. You felt anger pulsing in your veins, but you weren’t going to let her get in the way of today or your mood. But an oddly familiar scent on sweetness hit your nostrils.

“I’m also glad that he chose me out of everyone, truly it’s an honor to know that he loves me.” You smirked and she rolled her eyes in response. She huffed and said ‘loved’ under her breath. You grew irritated and said, “If you have something to say, say it out loud so I can hear.” Pansy let out a small giggle at your statement as she seats herself on the white couch near the wall. She sat back and relaxed waiting for a show.

She looked up at you, you were sat in your wedding dress that made you look angelic; pure. A revolting smirk danced its way into her lips, sending goosebumps down your spine. “ ‘Loved’ he loved you!” She shouted challenging you. Your eyebrows furrowed and you retorted, “ No, he loves me! Why do you think we’re getting married?!”

A small laugh left her lips, “Oh yeah, if he loves you so much, why am I carrying his fucking child!” Your blood stopped running, this couldn’t be true. Everything stopped, everyone seemed to disappear. It was just you. Carrying his child? What could she possibly mean?! You took in deep breaths as a lump in your throat strong enough to break down a brick wall threatened to be released.

“What do you mean ‘carrying his child’ what kind of sick joke are you playing?” You said calmly as you felt rage overtake your body, you would lose control soon. And if this were true you would be ruined.

“I’m not playing a sick joke on you, you can ask him. He was at the club and needed someone, me.” She said simply looking at her nails. Before you could reach the door to leave Pansy beat you to it. She rushed out and marched to Draco’s room at the hotel. You chased after her, knowing Pansy, things were going to get violent.

As you caught up with her, you realized that Draco couldn’t see you in your dress, it was bad luck. You stopped informer of the entrance to the room and stood there. The door was wide open, “Did you get that whore pregnant?!” Pansy yelled at Draco as she stormed in, you could see the anger vibrating off every word she said, because they practically bounced off the white walls. Yes Pansy was expecting a show, but not this.

Draco stood there dumbfound.

At this point you couldn’t care less if you were in your dress or not. Walking up to Draco you said through gritted teeth, “Did you sleep with her and don’t fucking lie to me.” His haze scanned everywhere except you, that when you knew. Your world came crashing down. Your breath quickened as your heart raced, all those things he had told you were all apart of his white lies, but they were so pretty, and you just had to fall for them. His eyes were guilty once they connected with yours. Tears swelled in your eyes like an overflowing sea, just threatening for a tsunami to arrive. Draco was a traitor.

Draco knew that this was it, this was the last he would ever see of you. Inside his body he had now completely become stone cold; solid. He was never going to defrost. The memories that he had made with you were always going to be memories frozen in time. His heart had officially shivered from the coldness of guilt that had been building up inside him ever since that night. It was unexplainable, you, the love of his life, had learned the truth. His heart, body, and love for you would never thaw, they were frozen in time.

He looked down at his feet ashamed, “I slept with her, the night I wasn’t home.” You looked at him in disbelief. She was pregnant too, something that you and Draco had tried so hard for. He wanted a woman who could carry his child and that wasn’t you. You couldn’t carry his child, no you lost it.

Those lies he had told curled in the back of your head.

Tears had finally slipped from your eyes, you shook your head in acceptance. You had accepted that maybe you weren’t the one for him. That you couldn’t carry his child. That he slept with her. And that she was carrying his child. Something you couldn’t do.

You felt a pit of fire, ashes, and ice form. This feeling was new, you were confused were you relieved, mad, or sad. It felt like all of those three elements breaking down the wall that you’d built and tried so hard to keep up. It tasted bitter; like bitter sweet tarts.

You stood there rethinking every moment you had spent with him these past few weeks. We’re they all fake? Every memory made was a facade, a facade to mask the truth of the forbidden actions he had committed. The one who you thought was the light in your black endless pit, turned out to be the creator of that pit. The root of your sadness. Your mind wanted to revolt against him, you opened up to him, he was your first everything, first love, first kiss, first time, and now he was nothing to you.

Blaise escorted everyone out of the room, so now there were two; you and Draco. The both of you within those walls. The burning sensation of your burning cheeks were hot enough to cook an egg on a cold December night.

The silence of the room devoured both of your senses, but this was the calm before the storm. One of you were bound to lash out first, like a ticking time bomb, it was expected yet, unexpected.

Sniffling you wiped the tears on your face away with a nicely folded napkin. Taking a deep breath in you calmly asked him in a shaky voice, “Why did you do it?”

“I don’t know,” he said guiltily and gulped.

“How do you not know?!” You cried out as you felt like a bucket of rage had washed over you overpowering the sadness you had once felt. And you were the one to lash out, the one to set off the other bomb.

Everything was terrible.

Every word that slipped from his oh, so perfect lips that molded perfectly against yours like a puzzle, seemed like another white lie. You couldn’t trust him, not anymore, he was a liar.

He took a step closer towards you, his bomb was prepared to explode now, well that’s at least what you thought. He brushed his hands on your arms, “Please, I truly don’t know why I did it, but I live you and cannot live without you. Without you I’m a fish out of water, I need you to survive. Your my oxygen tank, everything I could possibly need. We were made for each other and nothing can prove me otherwise. I know that I made a mistake and I’m sorry, if I could take it back I would, because I would never want to hurt you in any way. I cannot breathe without you, I need your skin against mine, I need to know that I’ll wake up seeing your angelic face next to mine. I need to know that your mine and will always be mine. What am I suppose to do without you next to me. When I can’t hold you at night, I can’t sleep, Merlin your everything I’ve ever wanted and need. Please forgive me, I know that my words may seem meaningless now, but I swear on my life I am telling the truth, I love you (y/f/n). I am in love with you, and no one can change that. Not even her, I will love you forever, and if you choose to leave me I understand. I fucking messed up and I can’t change anything I did. But just know that if you do leave me, there will never be a day where I don’t think about you, you forever will live in my mind, your eyes mesmerize me with their beautiful (y/e/c) hues, and I will never not love you. Your the love of my life, I can’t live without you and I will never forget you. You will forever live in my heart.”

Your eyes were tear stricken as tears spilled all over your cheeks. You didn’t know what to say to that. Your mind was frustrated if you should leave him or not, his words were enchanting. Your mind was telling you no, but your heart was excited by his words. Your heart wanted to chase after him and kiss him, your mind was using logic: Do you want to get hurt again?

Your heart was louder than your mind, you loved Draco and you didn’t care about how many times he hurt you, you would never be able to leave him.

He was the the love of your life, no he is.

Even though he was the creator of your dark pit, he was also the light, it balanced out your happiness. No relationship was perfect especially yours. You loved him, you couldn’t leave him. You would forever be stuck in his web of lies; stuck. No matter how many attempts you’ve made or make to attempt to leave you would never successfully do it. He would always draw you back into his web, his cage, you were a hostage in his heart.

You couldn’t leave you were his and he was yours. Your love was stuck in time; frozen. So cold and solid that not even the brightest fires, hottest of days, and the intensity and heat of the sun could melt it.

Your love was everlasting.

But now was your chance to escape; their was a bright light at the end of the tunnel calling your name out. You had a change of heart and didn’t care about how much you loved him, you couldn’t go on like this anymore. You needed to leave him, you weren’t going to stick around for his sugar coated lies that smoothly slipped from his lips, as if it were natural. Because what you two had wasn’t healthy and you knew that.

Facing him you smiled and took off your wedding ring, he was in complete shock, he thought if he delivered that speech it would make you stay. Obviously he was wrong, you weren’t going to stay. You were strong and independent, you were not going to stay with an unfaithful man. And you most definitely were not going to marry him after learning of his scandal.

He was going to face the wrath of, (y/f/n).

Smirking you patted his shoulder and said,

“Watch your back, buddy.”

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a/n: kinda want to make a sequel where y/n kills him😟🙏

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🏷: @opalsheart

[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M. X Reader): Chapter 14: Misfortunes

Summary: Where Draco finally learns of Astoria's condition and the group spends their remaining time before Christmas break with her.

Warnings: none except coarse language, mature themes, Mentions of food, slight angst.

A/n: Remember when I said the last chapter was the longest? Okay, I really didn't want to include this chapter and move on straight to Christmas break, but Draco and Y/n were not cooperating.

Reblogs and feedbacks are always welcomed :)

Word count: 2900 (wtf..)

Chapter 13 |Masterlist |Chapter 15

Life is but a collection of fleeting moments.

One moment, a person can be blissfully basking in the ever so golden glow of the afternoon sunlight coming in through the window at just the right angle, feeling the familiar coarseness of the carpet on their cheeks as they lie on the floor.

They think the moment is perfect. The warmth is just right. Even the tiny dust particles floating around look like fairy dust in the light.

It won't hurt to close their eyes and take a nap for just a second right?

They don't even realise that It only takes one moment, a single diminutive, insignificant second to change everything until they open their eyes again.

The sun is suddenly hidden behind storm clouds, the warmth is replaced by a bone chilling gust of wind that makes them wonder.

How the fuck did this happen?

That is exactly how Draco felt when he saw Pansy hyperventilating outside your shower door.

You sprinted towards the Hospital wing the minute you heard, wearing a mismatched combination of whatever you could lay your hands on. He quickly followed your lead with his footsteps speeding and mind reeling.

Astoria Greengrass was dying of a blood curse.

Astoria was dying?

Draco thought she looked quite alright when he first saw her lying on one of the many beds in the hospital wing with Blaise sitting next to her, holding her frail hands like there was no tomorrow.

Maybe it was some cruel joke.

Maybe it was one of those endless prank wars he didn't seem to understand. Did everyone else already know about this?

“What happened?” You asked but Blaise didn’t even look up.

Upon a second look, he noticed Astoria’s blanched complexion. He saw a tree of veins decorating her closed eyelids. Maybe there really was no tomorrow after all.

“What happened? Someone please, tell me what happened.” You asked again and this time Draco wanted to ask the same question you were asking. Only, he was unable to get any words out of his mouth. He was just too caught in between a maelstrom of overwhelming thoughts and feelings.

He was confused, shocked and maybe a little betrayed because everyone seemed to already know about this but him.

Compared to any of those other feelings however, the sickness rapidly forming at the pit of his stomach was far too overpowering.

The concept of death had hit him all of a sudden with the speed of the Hogwarts Express train and all he wanted to do was reach for the nearest trash can, maybe even another cauldron and hurl.

How is one supposed to wrap their head around the idea of someone they’ve known for a majority of their life suddenly not being there anymore?

Do they just accept it?

What about their clothes that they’ll never wear, their bed that they'll never make, the books they planned to read, the places they wanted to see, their hopes, their dreams? Do people just box them up, lock them away in attics and basements?

Do these unfulfilled and unrealised dreams just sit in those attics till they collect cobwebs and dust and people learn to just forget about it?

Draco swallowed hard, and turned to look at Blaise again. Never had Blaise ever looked so miserable before.

And you?

Just watching you ask the same question over and over again like a broken cassette made stomach acid rise to his throat.

Maybe Madam Pomphrey had noticed the bedlam unfold in the hospital wing because she had suddenly appeared in front of them, seemingly out of nowhere accompanied by Dumbledore and Snape.

“Is she going to be okay?” Pansy asked, maintaining calmness in her voice like she wasn’t just hyperventilating a few minutes ago.

“Miss Greengrass is fine for now.” Pomphrey replied carefully. “I have given her some sleeping draught. She should wake up in a few hours.”

Fine for now.

Those simple words in some way acted as a beacon of hope for everyone present. Blaise had finally lifted his head up, Pansy took an eager step forward and you let out a relieved exhale.

Draco was never the hopeful kind. A part of him knew those words were empty.

Hope for him was like that single ray of sunlight through the clouds, that crepuscular ray that deceived a person into thinking it's going to be a sunny day when it's not. Being hopeful led to disappointment.

“Miss Greengrass will remain in the hospital wing until Christmas break.” Dumbledore informed. “Given the circumstances, she is allowed to have visitors but they must secure permission from Madam Pomphrey or Professor Snape first.”

Draco just stood there, stiffly nodding his head, trying to absorb and process as much information as he could.

Dumbledore explained how the Greengrass family wanted to maintain privacy at this stage, and that they’d be taking Astoria off for treatment somewhere in North America right before Christmas break.

The whole exchange between everyone, the new information only made his head hurt more.

Draco must have spent hours in the hospital wing pondering these things over and over again because by the time he’d snapped back to reality, Blaise and Pansy had left to bring snacks and Daphne had dropped by to drop off a few of Astoria’s things and left.

You were still there though.

You had crawled up into a small nook next to the bed and the side table and were resting your head on the edge of the bed frame, staring into the void with empty, soulless eyes. It appeared as if you were thinking about the same things he was.

Draco stood up, very quietly and attempted to slip in between the tiny space next to you.

You shifted a little when you noticed and tried to make space for him. The nook in between the bed and the side table was too small to fit you both.

“Here.” He whispered, placing both hands securely on your hips so he could lift you slightly off the ground to put you in his lap. “This works, don't you think?”

You didn’t say anything, just clung onto him and rested your head against the base of his neck. The faint trace of your hibiscus shampoo remained and it soothed him.

“Did you know about this?” Draco asked.

“I did, yes.” You whispered against his chest. “I just thought it wouldn’t be real if we didn’t speak it into existence you know. I thought the universe would just forget about it.”

He understood where you were coming from.

He was a repeat offender of not speaking things into the universe. He had never once said out loud how much the potions fellowship meant to him. He had never once let himself admit that he was afraid of failure, or death even. He had never allowed himself to fully realise all the strange unresolved feelings he had carried inside of him since the day he first kissed you.

Saying things out loud released the potential, the probability into the universe and it petrified him. So, Draco kept it all inside and so did you. Or so it seemed.

“I’m sorry I never told you. It just wasn’t mine to tell.”

He nodded, and placed a small reassuring kiss on the top of your head, hibiscus clearing his mind again.

“She’s going to be okay, right?” You lifted your head to look at him with so much hope in your eyes that the only words he wanted to say was yes.

Draco chose not to answer, he just wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you in closer. He dipped his head further down so his lips could meet yours in a kiss that flowed gently and smoothly.

He could hear the beat of your heart against his chest. The steady rhythm of it made the same emotions he’d never stopped to acknowledge vibrate under his skin.

This kiss was in no way lustful, or greedy. Out of all the kisses he’d shared with you, this felt profoundly private…intimate even. The kiss was so uniquely him and you that it was meant to be behind closed doors or inside broom closets where no one else could see the vulnerability of it.

Your kiss didn’t question or reprimand him. It just embraced him with wide open arms and gentle thrashing of the tongue. It was like you understood why he didn’t answer your previous question.

The kiss was silent and comforting and he allowed himself to ease in the stillness.

“Look at you lovebirds.”

A wavering voice broke the stillness before he could fully relax.

The two of you instantly backed away and looked up to find Astoria, lifting her head from the pillow, smiling.

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The yuletide spirit was steadily rising with the sudden drop of temperature.

Evenings were now made of hot cocoa, blankets and ugly Christmas sweaters in the hospital wing that was already decorated in charmed ornaments and tinsel.

Astoria was out like a light most of the time so the remaining days before Christmas break were spent alternating between going to classes and staying at the hospital wing. Except for Blaise, who skipped almost every single one of his classes entirely to stay with Astoria while you and Draco took turns to bring him his homework.

Pansy had declared herself the person in charge for everyone’s food intake and she could usually be found tossing whoever was around brown paper bags filled with whatever special the four broomsticks had that day.

When she was not busy shoving food down people’s throats Pansy worked on the final version of the stainless dress. A needle and thread would always be charmed to stitch the hems next to her as she went through texts to perfect stain countering charms.

It was as if the Slytherins had created an intricate system that seemed to work for everybody. They never said anything explicitly, rarely used any affectionate words. Yet, they looked out for each other in their own silent ways.

With their shields up, helmets on and their self preservation set to an all time high, they somehow took you in as one of their own.

On Tuesday, you’d fallen asleep on a chair next to Astoria and you had woken up to find a blanket draped over your shoulders and a cup of hot beverage covered mostly in marshmallows next to you with warming charms in place.

You reached for the cup to take a huge gulp, grateful for the person that had left it there for you. Your sip was interrupted however, buy a familiar clicking of shoes.

“Hey Hot stuff.” Pansy whispered, careful to not wake Astoria. Her head was tilted to the left and her fringe fell onto her eyes as she read the pink font on your cup.

“Hey Pans.” You whispered back and set the mug aside. A smile was itching at your lips when you noticed the mug and realised Draco had been the one to wrap you in that blanket. “What’s up?”

“I have something to show you.”

Large brilliant cubic zirconia eyes, lips quirked into a half-smile-half-smirk. Pansy had an effervescent glow on her cheeks that made you want to desperately see what she had to show you. None of you had managed to look or feel that way since Astoria collapsed and seeing Pansy like that was like seeing light at the end of a deep dark tunnel.

You quickly stood up from your chair when Pansy pulled out a scroll wrapped in red ribbon from her bag,

“Timeless & Stainless by Pansy Parkinson, 95 Diagon Alley.” The scroll read, and it contained her signature along with two other witness signatures.

“It's a deed y/n.” She whispered excitedly. “I signed a deed. I got a store space in Diagon alley for my clothes.”

There was an amalgamation of hope, self doubt and desperation in her eyes as she looked at you. It was like she craved the validation she never got her entire life when she expectantly waited for you to say something. Anything.

“That's wonderful!”

“Really?”

“Yes! Of course it's wonderf—”

The same Pansy Parkinson that was worried your misfortune might rub off on her if she stood too close to you had somehow strangled you into a hug before you could offer any more words of approval. Because her heels made her incredibly taller than you were, your chin got squished on her shoulder when she tightened her hug.

“Thank you.” She squealed, unable to lower the shaky pitch of her voice. “I would have never thought of it if you hadn’t splashed me with mead that day.”

“It was all you Pansy. Be proud of yourself.”

“I don’t know about anyone else, but you are the harbinger of good fortune for me.” Pansy laughed.

“I know I'm dying but you don't have to replace me yet.”

“ASTORIA!” The two of you screamed, pouncing onto her from either side.

Salty tears rolled down and mirthful laughter bubbled. Two more suffocating but hearty hugs were exchanged and you finally settled on resting your head on Astoria’s left shoulder. Pansy did the same on her right.

When Blaise and Draco finally arrived in their quidditch uniforms after their final match against Gryffindor and stood on either side of the bed, it suddenly felt like you were in a family photo op.

“Did you win?” Pansy asked Blaise.

“Why don't you ask Mr. Seeker over there?” Blaise shrugged, and Pansy groaned before staring at Draco, who had managed to weave his hands with yours.

“What?” Draco asked, annoyed while his thumbs traced absent circles on your skin and you gave his hand a little squeeze in return.

“Why can’t you catch a fucking snitch for once?!”

“If you think you are such an expert, why didn’t you play instead?”

While the two continued to bicker, Blaise placed a kiss on top of Astoria’s head. Opportunities where the five of you could be together in the same vicinity came scarcely with the chaos of being final year students.

This was good.

This felt like family.

This felt like home.

As morbid as it was, the group spent the rest of the evening discussing epitaphs and tombstones and bucket lists and Christmas holidays.

Blaise apparently wanted a marble tombstone, Pansy wanted the words “I am. I am. I am.” from the Bell jar written on hers knowing full well that the quote came from a muggle book. She said it would be rebellious and on brand for her.

It was funny how several days ago, death seemed too terrifying to talk about and now, you were joking about it.

One after another, the five of you started to fall asleep in awkward positions around Astoria. Even Draco had managed to doze off with his head resting on Blaise’s shoulder across from you.

“Psssst.” Astoria whispered, startling you when everyone was out like a light.

“Merlin! Astoria, aren't you asleep?

“I can’t sleep.” She shook her head. “I just had a killer idea for my tombstone.”

“What!!?”

“Please hear me out.”

“Fine.”

Astoria gave a slight cough and straightened up. There was a proud and self assured smile on her face.

“The grass is greener on the other side.”

~~~

Only two more days remained until Christmas break and Draco had woken up that particular morning in a chair at the hospital wing. Pansy was standing by the window and Astoria was lying down with a book in her hand.

He looked around but you were nowhere to be seen and it made him panic for a second. Mostly because he had gotten used to seeing you when he woke up at the hospital wing. Seeing you started his day.

“Where’s y/n?” He asked groggily and he heard Pansy snort in response.

“Didn’t get to gawk at her this morning, I see.”

“I do not gawk.”

“Yes you do.” Pansy replied, using her index finger and thumb to widen her eyes in mockery.

“No I don't.”

“She’s gone to get us all breakfast with Blaise.” Astoria answered, closing her book shut. “Your owl brought you a letter while you were asleep, though.”

Draco straightened his posture and reached for the letter addressed to him on the side table. It didn’t even take him half a second to notice the seal and crest on the letter. Ilvermorny had written back to him.

Dear Mr. Malfoy,

We are writing to congratulate you on your acceptance to our Associate Potions & Alchemy Fellowship Program.

We at Ilvermorny are looking forward to welcoming you aboard and discussing your findings on felix infort–

Draco didn’t read the letter any further.

The fellowship he so desperately wanted was his for the taking and he was stunned. He began imagining a life far far away from the place he grew up in where he’d finally be free to be his own person.

It was the life he wanted.

Maybe he could live somewhere close to the school, have a separate room just to work on potions and he could place your kettle in that room.

Only…The kettle wouldn’t be there with him.

You wouldn’t be there with him.

Draco quickly stuffed the acceptance letter back into the envelope and tossed it aside. He'd miss that kettle too much if he left. He’d miss you too much to the point where he’d be sick.

“Draco?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I speak to you for a minute?” Astoria propped herself up on the pillow. She looked pale, fatigued and the simple posture switch took her about half a minute or so.

Pansy was leaning against the windowsill next to her bed, pretending to be way too engrossed in the landscape outside.

It had finally started to snow.

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slytherin’s secret santa - adrian pucey

[Adrian Pucey x Fem!Reader]

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Summary; y/n suggests the slytherin house does secret santa. adrian and y/n are among the few slytherin’s who stayed at hogwarts over the break. 

Word Count; 2.8k

A/N; merry christmas eve!! love u guys! (this was supposed to go out tmrw but it’s been sitting in my drafts for so long and i’m ITCHING to post it, so think of it as a little gift- merry christmas eve eve)

set during the order of the phoenix, reader’s 6th year and adrian’s 7th.

Warnings; slytherin reader, christmas, fluff

Dates Written; December 14th, 2021

Secret Santa.

It has a million other names, but most of England referred to it as such. It could also be called Kris Kringle.

It was Y/N’s idea for Slytherin house to do it. She brought it up to her dormmates one night and they spread it around and soon enough, almost everyone wanted to participate.

It goes like this. Anyone who wanted to participate wrote their name and their year on a piece of parchment and hung it on the Slytherin Christmas tree. 

Some of the 4th years begged Professor Snape to allow a Christmas tree in the common room. He said no for about a week but one morning before classes- everyone woke up and there stood a 10-foot tall evergreen tree, with boxes of green and silver decorations underneath.

That night, a handful of the Slytherins- Y/N included, decorated it together. While a handful of others watched begrudgingly about how stupid Christmas was- but later smiled to themselves when they saw how good it looked, and how cosy and warm it made the otherwise, formal and cold- common room seem.

And by December 10th, they were to choose a random parchment off the tree and get that person a present. No one was to spend exceptionally more or less than 5 galleons, and their gift was to be wrapped and signed under the tree by the night before everyone left for break, and everyone would open their gifts after the feast.

It was debated if their identity should be revealed but after multiple “No one else is getting credit for the gift I put money and effort into”’s, they decided it was best.

Out of the 150 Slytherins who attended Hogwarts, 75 were participating. And Y/N prayed, she wouldn’t get someone from her year. 

But after History of Magic one day, when she had a free period. She headed back to the Dungeons to pick a name. 

“Palma non sine pulvere” she whispered to the door. The password for the common room changed so often that Snape was surely running out of ideas. During this term alone, it has already been 3 different variations of ‘pure-blood’.

‘Palma non sine pulvere’ was Latin for ‘No reward without effort’. And Y/N was not aware that with attending Hogwarts, she would also need to learn Latin phrases.

The common room was fairly empty, everyone either in class or in their dorms. The tree sat against the wall at the back of the common room, to the left of the fireplace. There were two students sitting at one of the tables, playing wizard’s chess. Y/N didn’t pay them any mind as she approached the tree.

She stood and counted the amount of names still on the tree. There were 7 left. Which was good considering there was still plenty of time to spare before needing to choose a name.

Y/N just really wanted this to go smoothly, it was her idea after all.

She noted that the branch she placed her parchment on, was now bare. Excitement shocked through her and a smile rose to her face.

Without overthinking it she reached up to pluck a name off the tree. She opened it excitedly and in fine, cursive handwriting- it read ‘Astoria Greengrass, Third Year’

Y/N felt confident, “How hard could it be to shop for a 13-year-old girl?” she thought to herself.

-

Adrian did not have such luck.

He has chosen his Secret Santa just a few days before Y/N. And he had no idea what to get her.

Were they friends? No, not really. She was in the year below him and- really, was one of the only Slytherins in her year. So her friends were a mixture of different people.

They had Herbology together in Adrian’s third year- her second. And she was nice, and they said hello to each other- but that was it.

So when he unfolded his parchment and it read, “Y/N Y/L/N, Sixth Year”, he was nervous. He was beyond nervous, he was terrified.

Hogwarts was having one last trip to Hogsmeade before the break. He would surely find something there, right?

If Adrian could go back in time and slap himself, he would. Because he had just finished scouring his 8th shop in Hogsmeade looking for something for Y/L/N, and he could not find anything.

He couldn’t even worry about who had gotten him, or what he would receive. Because nothing seemed right.

Adrian was cold and tired and he dipped into the first shop he saw that wasn’t crowded.

“Hello, young man!” the clerk hollered. He was tall and jolly. He had grey hair and he wore a long brown coat. Adrian smiled at him and nodded his head to say hello.

He hadn’t prepared well for the cold. He wore a jacket, of course- and he was wearing a hat that covered his ears. But he didn’t deem it necessary to wear gloves that day- and so the cold seemed to suck all the moisture out of his hands- leaving them dry and cold.

He rubbed them together and blew hot air into them. “Cold?” the man asked, to which Adrian nodded quickly. The man motioned for him to come closer and he did.

He cast a simple charm and lit the fireplace behind the counter and allowed Adrian to sit in front of it.

The tip of his nose was red in colour and so were his cheeks- it contrasted nicely against his pale skin in the snow.

“Is there anything else I can help you with?” he asked. “You’re welcome to sit until you’re toasty,”

Adrian thanked him and craned his neck to look around the shop. It has countless aisles that were jam-packed with shelves of- stuff. Just stuff.

Knickknacks, dish ware, figurines, jewellery. Anything else you could imagine. And inspiration struck.

“Actually, sir. I’m shopping for a girl for Christmas and I have been wandering around all day and I don’t have a single clue what I could get her. Do you reckon you’ve got something here?” Adrian asked

The man’s mouth opened and he let out an “Ahh” in understanding. “This girl, is she special to you?” he asked.

Adrian was glad that the harsh coldness outside had flushed his cheeks red, because now his faint blush wouldn’t be so apparent. He sputtered in an effort to defend himself.

The man smiled as he watched Adrian scramble before giving up and letting out a sigh. “We aren’t very close. I’ve-” he began.

He looked around and twiddled his thumbs nervously. Scared to confide in this random shop owner about something he hadn’t even told his closest friends. “I’ve been mad for her for 3 years. But we aren’t really even friends. And I’ve drawn her name for this stupid ‘Secret Santa’ thing- and I don’t want to mess it up”

Adrian smiled sheepishly, it felt good to let it off his chest. 

“Alright, son. I’ve got just the thing.” And the man got up and left. 

Adrian was left alone. His slender fingers were warm by the fire, albeit- still red in colour. He reached up to pull his hat off, revealing his brown curls and he to combed his fingers through them. His hair had fallen flat under the hat.

He had high hopes for this shop. 

It was silly that he was putting so much thought into this. Surely no one else was. 

“Here. Do any of these pique your fancy?” And a box was placed in front of him. It was a wooden box with a clear top. Well, it was once clear. Now- it was dusty and cloudy. But Adrian could vaguely make out what was inside.

He opened the lid and in were countless pieces of vintage-looking jewellery. It smelled like old coins but Adrian found himself digging through it all anyways.

He found rings and bracelets and necklaces of all kinds.

“Say, where does all this stuff come from?” Adrian asked, as he sifted through.

“Oh. Well, some of it is given, some of them are lost items. I don’t get too many visitors around here, so some of this stuff I’ve had for years” 

Adrian remembers how when he came into the shop, it was tucked away. He could understand how easily it could be overlooked. It didn’t look like much but inside it was truly extraordinary,

The man continued to talk and Adrian picked up a necklace.

He held it in his hands. It was silver in colour- so old it was beginning to turn copper. It was detailed with curly engravings and in the centre- there was a pearly gemstone.

As he looked closer he noticed hinges on its left side. He went to pry it open and saw it was a locket. The inside was empty- which Adrian was glad for. He would feel bad removing the stranger’s photo.

He stopped talking as he saw the young man’s eyes were enchanted by the opal locket. “I’ve had that one for ages. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” 

Adrian tore his eyes away and nodded. “2 galleons and It’s yours, son” 

“You’ve got a deal” Adrian smiled and dug out his galleons. He dropped the coins onto the counter and carefully placed the necklace into the pocket of his coat.

“Pick her up a pack of sweets to go with that” he suggested as he took the box back and Adrian nodded- bidding him a ‘thank you’ and ‘goodbye’ and dipped out across the street and into Honeydukes.

-

“Malfoy! This one’s yours! From Higgs” 

Snickers bounced across the common room. Y/N never understood why Snape had taken Malfoy’s bribes to get Draco on their house team. Sure he was a good seeker, but Terence was worlds better.

Draco sent a sarcastic smile to the rest of the kids and grabbed the box from Holden Ledbury- who was sitting on the floor by the tree and handing out the gifts.

“Oh, Cheer up! Malfoy!” Blaise Zabini called from his spot on the sofa and Draco launched a pillow his way.

Y/N smiled slightly at the exchange. She liked Draco, they were decent friends. He was nice to her. And he seemed off this year, so it was nice to see him in the way he used to be- even if it was just for an afternoon.

She sat with him at the feast- he seemed excited about the exchange. Whether it was because he was excited to receive his present or see his Secret Santa receive theirs from him, was unclear.

Y/N ended up getting Astoria a hooded cape that was dark plum in colour. She thought she would like it. It wasn’t as long as a normal cloak so it would be a nice addition to her wardrobe.

And she did like it. It was sweet to see her open it.

“This one is for” Holden dragged on, holding the white gift bag- searching for the tag. “Y/N! From Pucey!”

Her eyes darted across the room to Adrian and he waved at her with a smile. “You can leave it there, Holden! I’m gonna open mine on Christmas” 

“You’re not going home, Y/L/N?” Blaise asked. And she shook her head. 

“Nah, I like staying here over the holidays” She shrugged, as Holden continued to call out names.

“Well what d’ya say I come back a little earlier- we can throw a New Year’s Eve party?” he asked and she nodded her head. Telling him it sounds like a plan.

When Adrian’s name was called, he too told Holden to leave it under the tree. She caught his eyes yet again and he just shrugged his shoulder.

The next day, almost all of Slytherin house had left after breakfast. She hugged a few of her friends and said she would see them in the New Year. And some of the Slytherin’s told her they would also be back early for the party.

She spent her days leading up to Christmas exploring the castle, in the library- in the kitchens. She befriended a bunch of the other students who stayed back. 

And after dinner, she would sit by the fire in the common room with a mug of hot cocoa. 

On Christmas morning, she walked up the steps from the girls dormitory to the common room.

Y/N saw a small group of students sitting around the tree and she smiled at the sight. She spotted Adrian on the sofa and walked over to sit next to him.

“Morning, Pucey” 

“Hey. Good morning, Y/N” he returned, he tilted his tin of cookies towards her- offering her one. She reached in and pulled one out.

“You know it’s 8 in the morning?” she teased, taking a bite.

“You know it’s Christmas?” he mocked back with a smile. Y/N, in turn- rolled her eyes and bumped him with her shoulder. Continuing to eat the cookie. “My mum sent them over. My sisters made them a few days after break started”

“Your sisters went home and you didn’t?”

Adrian shrugged. “My older sisters graduated ages ago, but my younger sister went home, yeah. But it’s my last year. I wanted the full Hogwarts Holidays Experience”. It was the best Adrian could come up with without telling her he wanted a chance to spend time with her.

“How’re you liking it?” she asked as Adrian stood to his feet walking over to the tree, reaching down for two gifts. One with Y/N’s name and one with his own.

“It’s going well. A little lonely. Plus, I didn’t want to risk missing the ‘Y/L/N and Zabini New Year’s Eve Slytherin Extravaganza’” Adrian teased. Y/N scoffed in return before eating the last bit of the cookie he had given her.

They continued to talk and take turns grabbing gifts from under the tree. Until eventually- only their Secret Santa gifts were left. Adrian shrugged sheepishly as she took it.

He left his untouched as she reached her hand in the bag, pulling out a long wrapped box. The wrapping paper was dark blue with little Christmas tree designs all over. She ripped it open and took the lid off the box. To reveal the opal necklace.

“Oh, Adrian” she murmured, lifting it from the box. “It’s beautiful” 

Adrian watched with a smile as she fawned over the necklace just as he had. He began to tell her the tale, minus the heart to heart he had with the clerk.

She listened intently- as if it was part of her gift. And to her, it was. 

“I did some research after buying it. Its an opal. Apparently it’s a symbol of hope and purity- and loyalty. When I got back from Hogsmeade that day. I used a beautification charm, and I wrapped it up,” She smiled as he concluded his story- she handed him the necklace and turned her back, pushing her hair out of the way.

Wordlessly, Adrian fastened the necklace to Y/N’s neck and held his breath as he did it. “There’s something else” Adrian mentioned to the bag. 

Y/N nodded and unwrapped a box of Peppermint Toads. She opened her mouth and rose her eyebrows slightly, her face played a guilty expression.

“What’s wrong?” he asked in a hurry. He had been watching her expressions so intently, how could he miss this one.

“What! No, No. Nothing” She tried, placing them in her lap. She had been told before that she didn’t have much of a poker face.

“Y/N!” he insisted. “Your voice just rose like 10 octaves. What’s wrong!”

“It’s fine!” 

They went back and forth in the same manner until she broke into a fit of laughter. She hit her hands in her face and smiled.

“It’s not that big a deal! I just” She started. She didn’t want to make him feel bad. “I’m just allergic to peppermint!”

Adrian broke out into loud laugh and leaned against the back of the sofa, sliding down. He too put his head in his hands. “Oh for Merlin’s sake! I am so daft!”

“It’s not your fault! You didn’t know!” She set her hand on his shoulder and tried to help but she ended up in a burst of laughter as well.

Soon they were laughing hysterically together on the sofa of the Slytherin common room as the few other students paid them no mind.

“Well what’re you doing for the rest of the day, then?” He asked once their laughter died off.

Y/N hadn’t given it much thought. You know, It’s Christmas? She should spend it with the people she loved. So she told Adrian she didn’t know.

“Well, let’s go to Hogsmeade. I’ll buy you a butterbeer. It’ll make up for the Peppermint Toads”

She turned her head to look at him. His eyes were soft and hopeful and his face never waivered from a smile.

“Sure, Pucey. I look forward to it”

And that’s how their night went.

They sat in The Three Broomsticks and they each had a butterbeer. Then they shared a slice of cherry pie- and then they each had another butterbeer. They talked about everything and nothing.

They weren’t friends before Christmas of 1995. But they certainly were after.

They walked back to school together, in the cold and in the dark. If anyone else was by their sides they would’ve been miserable. But they laughed and talked together. And it was okay, because they were together.

Adrian slipped on a patch of ice on the path and his face was covered in snow. After Y/N finished laughing, she bent down to help him up but ended up slipping herself and landing beside him.

Scared to try and stand on their own, they laid in the snow together. And they were silently glad to be alone in that moment. They looked up at the stars together through the trees and they made snow angels from their place on the ground. Y/N and Adrian giggled together as they struggled to get back to their feet.

And the night ended in the Slytherin common room.

“Merry Christmas, Y/N” Adrian smiled, leaning his head agsisnt the stone wall of the dungeon. His back was wet with melted snow and his skin burned from the quick transition from the low temperature outside to the very high temperature in the castle. But his smile never faded.

Y/N matched his expression and scrunched her nose up, her cheeks began to grow warm with a blush. “Merry Christmas, Adrian”

And with that, they each went to their dorms. And they spent each day for the rest of their break together.

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Pity party ༄ D.m

Summary : Draco cheats on his arranged wife, on her birthday.

Pairing :Draco Malfoy x Fem!Pureblood!Reader, kinda drastoria.

Warning(s) : Fire, death, angst, being ignored

A/n : I wrote this earlier, and Tumblr went on bitch mode and deleted it, the fact thtg I almost posted this on my main—

Did my invitations disappear

Why'd I put my heart on every cursive letter?

Tell me why the hell no one is here

Tell me what to do to make it all feel better

Today was Yn Malfoyʼs birthday. She always loved birthdays, especially when its hers. She had come from a Pureblood, rich family. Naturally she's spoiled like everyone else in the Pureblood community. Even though, Yn and draco never got along— no. Just draco. He was stubborn, and always leaves her for his secret girlfriend. Astoria Greengrass.

——

Yn was wearing a beautiful white floral dress that flows down her knee. She looked ethereal. She got some elves to do some decorating, and she was writing away invitation to her his friends. Golden letters shined. It stated; you are invited to yns tea party, for her 25th birthday. Join at 12pm.

She got out the room and sent all the letters out. The smell of paper decorations, freshly baked cake, cupcakes filled the room. She was in awe. She couldn't wait for her guests to arrive.

——

It had been an hour? Where on earth was her husband, or guests. Worry washed over yns mind. She thought to her self. Hey what if they're throwing a suprise? Yeah.. A suprise..

Maybe it's a cruel joke on me

Whatever, whatever

Just means there's way more cake for me

Forever, forever

It had been another hour, it was already 2pm. Where is everyone? She had lost all hope that they would come. So she ate the cake all by her self. She sobbed and sobbed, why was no one here? Didn't the invitation came?! She started cleaning up the mess and left to find her husband.

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry)

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

Cry if I want to (cry, cry, cry)

I'll cry until the candles burn down this place

I'll cry until my pity party's in flames

She had apparated to st.mungos, where Draco worked at. She hurried and went to the reception. “Is.. Doctor malfoy still here?” yn panted. “Oh he left already with a woman, and some colleagueʼs.” the lady said. “Alright thanks.” and yn left the hospital to find him.

After 15 minutes of roaming around the area, there he was. With Astoria Greengrass, and the guestʼs that was supposed to be there. Looks like they're celebrating. Yn couldn't help but spy on them. The cake said “Happy 5 month anniversary Draco & Astoria!” fuck.

He had another woman?! Why didn't he told yn?! He was in a committed marriage with her, so why have a secret girlfriend. Yns heart clenched when he smiled at the brunette and kissed her on the lips lovingly.

Maybe if I knew all of them well

I wouldn't have been trapped inside this hell that holds me

Maybe if I casted out a spell

But told them decorations were in pastel ribbons

——

The place was a mess, Yn quickly changed into her peach pink night gown, with a cupcake and a small candle she held in the balcony. “Happy birthday to you... Happy birthday to you..” she choked. “Happy birthday, dear... Yn” she sobbed even more harder, her voiced cracked at the end showing how meak, weak, pathetic she was.

“Happy birthday to.. You.”she blew the candle sadly and munched the cupcake, she couldn't do it anymore. She began laughing and crying, knowing pathetic she was for his love, and how he will never love her the same way he did to Astoria.

I'm laughing, I'm crying

It feels like I'm dying

I'm laughing, I'm crying

It feels like I'm dying

I'm laughing, I'm crying

It feels like I'm dying

I'm dying, I'm dying

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to (want to, want to)

It's my party and I'll cry if I want to

What she didn't know, the candle was a trick one. The wrapper and the candle stick fell on the balcony, fire started spreading. Yn started to pick up her dress so she could run faster, but no the fire was already big enough to block her from getting out of the balcony.

There, a life had been taken, a mansion gone. Several house elves was devestated. Because she was dead on her birthday.

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Why The Entire Harry Potter Epilogue Sucks

most of this has definitely already been said before but I have Thoughts™️ and I need to get them all out in one place. also warning this is very long because my thoughts are big and i talk too much 

first, the overall problems (and everything im gonna talk about is the author’s fault cos she wrote it, but this part is more directly her fault so this section could also just be called Me Hating A Bigot): 

Why did she make them all end up with their high school sweethearts? just to satisfy the shippers? i mean i dont entirely hate it that much, like its fine, book hinny actually have chemistry and i can imagine book romione going through a lot of bumps in their relationship but smoothing it out and figuring it out after a few years. and yeah they’ve all been through a lot together, and that creates a really tight bond between two or more people, but the point still stands. (my point being: high school relationships are stupid and pointless. (if you want to debate me on this, go ahead. try and change my mind. (this is genuine, i want to hear your reasons and give you my reasons, debates are fun)))

Draco’s wife. Why. Like, i have absolutely nothing against Astoria Greengrass, I’m sure she’s lovely (we never meet her other than like maybe in Cursed Child at some point? but i read that once and am electing to ignore it forever so lets imagine i never said that). it’s not even a problem with how the author made him marry a woman even tho he’s very much a gay man, it’s the problem that he didn’t get the redemption he very much deserved. he had like two or three shining moments. and even then they weren’t so much shining, more... glistening like sweat. but she couldve tried so much harder with him. she wouldnt even have to change the plot of the books at all. just make him marry... not a pureblood. dont make this character have to continue the legacy of purebredness that he almost definitely despises. instead, let him marry a muggle. or a muggleborn. or a half-blood chosen one who defeated the dark lord with draco’s own wand. or just anyone that isnt a pureblood, cos we dont know much about it, but we can only assume that it was an arranged marriage and neither of them actually wanted it, they were just doing it for the sake of their families. which sucks. and also all the purebloods are already related so just... dont make the incest continue, no one wants it. 

the names of the kids... i dont like it. well, most of it. naming your kids after your dead parents? that’s fine. it could be a little confusing at times, but they’re nice names and its sentimental. and james’ middle name? i have no problem with it. james sirius potter is a perfect naming choice. definitely not a PREfect naming choice, but absolutely a PERfect naming choice.  -and lily luna potter has a ring to it. and i know luna is important, and i know we love luna. but it couldn’t have been like... lily molly potter, so that ginny’s side of the family could be part of it? it couldn’t have been lily minerva potter, to honour the greatest character of the series? it couldn’t have been... other names i cant think of that wouldve been better than lily luna? but overall i dont hate the name lily luna that much, i can deal with it. -as for hugo and rose, as far as i know they dont have middle names? but i just want to know where the names come from. were they just names that they picked out that Felt Right? cos if so i have absolutely no problems with that. it may be that theyre hermione’s parents names? (speaking of which did she ever get to take them back from australia? adding on to that, did her parents know they were from britain when she erased their memories? cos i highly doubt they wouldve magically gotten aussie accents and their voices wouldve stood out pretty clearly, so would they just be Very British but think they’re perfect bogans and never understand why people look at them funny?) But i dont think it is cos ive always assumed that hermione’s mums name is jean cos it’s hermione’s middle name. also i did some extensive research (*cough* a quick google search *cough*) and the name Rose means flower, femininity, that kind of thing, which is sweet, and Hugo means mind or intellect or something like that, which reflects hermione being smart. so those make sense. -but then we get to albus severus. i love the character, he is pure and must be protected. however, the name... no. harry decided to name his kid (the middle child, aka literally the most overlooked one, so there’s the neglected feelings that generally come from being a middle child there already) after two dead guys. “but egg”, you may be thinking, “james sirius was named after two dead guys, too.” Ah, very astute, dear reader, but you’re missing two crucial pieces of information: james and sirius were excellent people who positively affected harry’s life in a lot of ways. Albus and Severus, on the other hand, were people who: emotionally manipulated him, abused him, hated him, raised him as a pig for slaughter, one of them killed the other, and they were both old and sad cos their loved one is gone forever. great idea to name your kid after that. so smart, hazza. absolutely genius. 

“19 years later” means, if you do the maths, the epilogue is set in 2016. surely some things would change. like, would they still use a steam engine train? would there be too many people (gotta love overpopulation), so would the place to get on the train (or whatever mode of transport it would be by then) change to fit everyone? why don’t we see queer couples in the background? why isnt there any mention of phones? i just- i have questions, okay? i mean, i guess the book came out 9 years before 2016. but some of these things were still in play in 2007 and it feels like pollution and overpopulation and queer people and smartphones just dont exist i guess. 

this is a very small one but i would also like to know how draco and harry and ron all happened to have a child go to school in the same year. like yeah, it happens, but sometimes its like a year or two apart. but nope, they all must’ve f***ed their wives on the same night i guess (i know that’s not how it works, but STILL) 

related to the point about it being 2016, but there wasn’t any deamus???? just a tiny mention would’ve been fine. just so that queer readers dont feel so alone. so that queer readers can feel like they’re actually part of this world, that they can feel included and loved, which are the major themes of the series. all we wouldve needed is “Harry saw Dean and Seamus, holding hands and waving goodbye to a little crying girl leaning out of the train window. Seamus tried to conjure a handkerchief to clean her face, but it set itself on fire as soon as he tried, and the girl laughed through her tears.” Or even just that first sentence wouldve been okay. or even a third or fourth sentence where dean sighs into his hand to hide his smile, shaking his head, and either stamps out the fire with his foot or uses aguamenti to put it out but misses and Seamus frowns at him as droplets of water fall down his face and cling to his eyelashes and dean smiles lovingly and kneels down to mock dean’s height and uses the end of his sleeve to wipe off the water and their daughter is laughing really joyously and the train starts to take off but she’s still laughing and smiling and she waves at her weirdo dads until she cant see them again and im sorry im getting carried away, basically what im trying to say here is just one sentence wouldve been all we needed just to feel included 

ron being an auror makes sense i dont mind that. 

but hermione. why is she in magical law enforcement. i know she cares about justice, but she absolutely would not enjoy sitting behind a desk, she would rather being there, out in the world, helping others because she can, not because it’s her job. she should be a teacher, whether at a muggle school or magical school, i dont flipping care, but she enjoys sharing her knowledge with harry and ron and literally everyone, and that’s what a teacher does. plus, she really looks up to mcgonagall, so you’d think she’d want to be like her: a teacher. and hermione LITERALLY SAYS, out loud, in the books, to rufus scrimgeour, that she doesn’t want a job at the ministry, “i want to make some good in the world”, but then that is just scrapped, never thought about again, and she becomes the flipping minister. she couldve even been an auror, she wouldve been a BOSS at figuring out the target’s next move and how to fight them and bring justice (and i am aware it sounds like im describing her as a batman-like superhero, i dont care, MAYBE HERMIONE IS BATMAN, OKAY?), and working with ron, they would’ve been UNSTOPPABLE. hermione couldve worked at flipin flourish and blotts, she could’ve become the new librarian at hogwarts. i know neither of those are making good in the world, but she wouldve been surrounded by books ALL DAY. honestly she couldve worked with dragons with charlie in romania and it still wouldve been better than stuck behind a desk at the ministry 

i love ginny as a quidditch player, that one is excellent and perfect and i cant think of anything better. 

like. lupin was great. but harry taught a whole bunch of teenagers - at the same time - to conjure patronuses within a couple of lessons, when it took lupin months to teach harry. (granted, harry was depressed and was both trying to learn the charm and going against a boggart-dementor, so they’re both impressive, but still)

he taught them heaps of spells he’d only learnt the previous year while practicing for the third task, and only out of books, which is really bloody impressive.

and, again, he could conjure a patronus at thirteen years old, when most wizards cant their entire lives.

and he taught them the only useful thing lockhart (kind of) taught him: expelliarmus.

as for moody’s/barty crouch jr’s classes, we dont know anything about them other than the first one where he did the unforgivable curses on spiders, and that other one where he put the imperious curse on the students. and harry just wouldnt morally do any one of those things so he technically didn’t beat those classes but also he did because harry didn’t perform illegal curses on his students, so. 

idk about quirrel cos i have no clue what he actually taught them (WHAT WAS THE DEAL WITH THAT REPTILE IN THE MOVIES? (was it a lizard? iguana?? i think it was an iguana but idk)), but he literally bested every single one of the teachers he’d previously had for five years in a couple of months. 

also he really enjoyed teaching. he found himself subconsciously planning lessons. he gave them things to improve on, started small and got bigger, gave encouragement, made sure everyone was included, and so many other things i just cant think of right now. and those are all awesome teacher traits. he would’ve loved being a teacher, would’ve loved helping kids reached their full potential.

and thats why he shouldve been a teacher, but heres why he shouldnt have been an auror: hes not invincible. the only person who couldnt kill him at all was voldemort. if voldey had let one of his death eaters step in and cast the spell, harry couldn’t have done anything, he wouldve actually died that time and voldemort wouldve won. and that still applies in the future. and harry’s gonna be fighting dark wizards just about every day. and guess what? he’s the owner of the elder wand. and book harry didnt break it. no no, book harry was sure he’d die a natural death and the wand would lose its power. and im not saying i want harry to die on work, im saying he was pretty reckless because he could get killed by dark wizards (aka people wanting to start their own cult similar to death eaters; death eaters on the run; death eaters put in azkaban who manage to escape; etc etc) on any given day and then they would have the elder wand and it would all turn to sludge.

but also if he couldn’t have taught dada, then surely he couldve at least been a quidditch player like ginny. that would be so much fun. their team would be basically unstoppable, having a bad*ss married couple working together.

just dont have him as an auror, please, im begging you, it doesnt work

and neville being herbology professor is perfect, end of story. 

okay and now specific moments 

some things that bother me are: albus not wanting to be slytherin, and james making fun of him for maybe possibly being sorted in slytherin. like, shouldnt the problems between the houses have been resolved?? it’s been 19 years since the war people, lets finally resolve some conflict here, pick up the pace guys. but not only that, albus’ fear of slytherin and james’ apparent dislike of slytherin tells us that harry hasn’t told them that slytherins can be good and that all the stereotypes of slytherin aren’t true for everyone and kggkfjgkjgkjfgj

harry hears percy talking about broomstick regulations and is glad to not have the excuse to stop and chat. i dont like that. why doesn’t he want to say hi? percy isnt that bad. i know he’s annoying at times but broomstick regulations would be important, and wouldn’t harry be at least slightly interested in it because quidditch and flying??? 

it sounds like ron’s saying he only recently passed his drivers test. he’d had 19 years. why did it take him that long. this one isnt big it just bothers me a little bit 

why did draco nod ‘curtley’? curtley means rude briefly according to google. that doesnt feel right after everything that’s happened. like, harry literally destroyed the darkest wizard of all time, holding what had previously been draco’s wand. surely that makes some kind of connection. and the trio saved dracos life twice in one day, and saving someone’s life is a literal huge deal, it creates this unspoken bond between you. literally the only reason harry ron and hermione are friends is because harry and ron saved hermione’s life. and saving dracos life, someone who, up until then, they hate? and there’s no mention of any kind of bond or unspoken alliance or anything? they just... go on hating each other? and draco didnt sell them out to his family. which basically means draco saved their lives (BEFORE they saved his), so again theres that connection, that bond, where is it? SURELY it wouldnt be a rude nod?? couldn’t it be an awkward smile? a friendly wink (that could have a double meaning *cough*drarry*cough*)? there would sruely be some kind of connection over the 19 years, like i dont believe that they have never met draco’s child before, i dont believe that the trio and draco havent caught up at some point to say thank you or go out for coffee or whatever functional adults do in their daily lives. 

‘dont try to turn them against each other before they’ve even started school.’ YES GOOD EXCELLENT GOOD JOB HERMIONE- ‘dont get too friendly with him tho. granddad weasley would never forgive you if u married a pureblood’ nO. do NOT imply that there’s going to be a romance. this is the fault of the author and also of ron. you should almost never ship people in real life (with few exceptions. like jokes with friends. or larry. or if theyre already a couple.), and ESPECIALLY not LITERAL CHILDREN! being an embarrassing parent talking to your teenage child about their crush or significant other? that’s fine. mortifying in the moment for the child, but funny to look back on. implying that your ELEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD who was probably told about sex and hormones like three weeks ago, is going to MARRY another ELEVEN YEAR OLD CHILD whom they have NEVER INTERACTED WITH is absolutely NOT FINE. and also DO NOT say that your father is NEVER GOING TO FORGIVE THE CHILD. it might seem funny, but this kind of thing could stick with the child forever and, if their hormones do end up making them fall for this other child in the end, they might be terrified of telling their family and might want to keep any potential relationship a secret and that could eat up at them completely and it could result in repression and depression and a whole bunch of mental health problems that wouldve been avoided if ron had just ✨shut his mouth✨. it wouldve been better to say something like ‘“you’re right, sorry”, said ron. but unable to help himself, he leant down and added in a whisper, “we’re counting on you though, Rosie. the family honour rests on your shoulders. but no pressure.” he stood up, grinning, and winked at his daughter.’ 

i have no problems with teddy and victoire. nor do i have any problems with james’ reaction. nor do i have any problems with what the adults say and what the children say in response to that, i actually like this part. 

‘he checked the battered old watch that had once been fabian prewett’s’ IMOKAYIMFINEYOURECRYINGNOTMEHAHA 

why is it that both with james and albus, their mother kisses them and their father hugs them? why didn’t ginny get a hug? why couldn’t harry kiss his sons goodbye? bloody stereotypes and raising boys as people who cant show emotion and affection and not letting fathers be intimate with their sons because showing compassion isnt “manly”. it makes me angry. 

yOu WeRe NaMeD aFtEr TwO hEaDmAsTeRs AnD oNe oF tHeM wAs A sLyThEriN aNd hE wAs BrAvE HARRY I LOVE YOU BUT THATS NOT WHAT ALBUS NEEDED IN THAT MOMENT. he doesnt care about these dead dudes he’s named after. he doesn’t need to know that slytherins can be brave sometimes like a gryffindor. he doesn’t need to know only one example of a slytherin being a “good person”, especially not when it’s an abusive person who is a terrible example in this situation. what albus needs is reassurance. comfort. “albus, whoever you are and whatever house youre put in, we will still love you and support you. slytherin house is not inherently bad. none of the houses are inherently good or bad. people arent inherently good or bad. it’s almost impossible to fit someone into a box of “good person” or “bad person”, because people are complex. there are always reasons behind our actions. and those are only things that are good or bad. our decisions make us who we are.” thats so much better than a couple of sentences of 'i mean you can choose i guess. cos obviously we want you in gryffindor. but like it doesnt really matter. not that much. also youre named after a manipulative gryffindor and an abusive slytherin so have fun with that, k bye see you at christmas’ 

basically the author sucks and i need to sleep more

[littlethie]

Almost Eight Years - DM x reader

Draco Malfoy has a certain future. But then he meets his childhood best friend and life is not so certain anymore. 

A/N: Right after Hogwarts - Voldy or no Voldy AU, it doesn’t matter

This is one of my favourite tropes so enjoooy! 

Warnings: Tiny tiny bit of angst, fluff and romance I guess???, Astoria Greengrass (idk if it’s a warning :D) - it’s not proofread because I have food poisoning and I’m focusing on not vomitting everywhere

Requested: YES/NO

Words: 2k 

He adjusted the collar on his shirt and lightly smoothed out his suit jacket with his nervous palms. He hadn’t felt this tense for a quite long time. He let out a deep sigh. The reflection of his huge antique mirror showed how much he had changed over the course of almost eight years. His platinum hair was no longer slicked back like he had used to wear it. It was slightly falling into his face just to be tucked behind his ears or straightened on his forehead by the tips of his mother’s fingers. His posture and height had changed as well. The mischievous short little boy was now tall and slender with a strict expression as if he was imitating the nature of his father. The Malfoy heirlooms and jewels were overemphasized on his long cold fingers and milk-like skin. He wasn’t a child anymore.

“Draco, darling, it’s time to go,” his mother’s soft voice called out and he obeyed, shuffling through his room, giving himself a one last look in the mirror. When he opened the door, his mother greeted him with a gentle smile. “The guests are waiting. The Greengrass family is already here,” she said with a hint of urge in her voice. He knew very well that it wasn’t directed towards Draco’s tardiness but more so his potential future with the youngest daughter of the said family, Astoria. A pretty young witch, destined to be married to the Malfoy’s only son. And as sure and right as this marriage seemed in the minds of their parents, Draco felt as if he was being suffocated and dragged deeper and deeper into the depths of an unknown sea.

He nodded.

As he descended the stairs, music, food and voices filled up his senses. He hadn’t seen his father smile so much in 18 years like he did right there. He could recognize some of the faces, but his gut was telling him it was another night of strangers acting like they’ve known him his whole life. He couldn’t blame them though. He also had to keep up a facade, so why would he judge others. And that was what he considered funny about the situation. The judgement. The prejudice that had made up at least 99% of his life was now the only thing he kept fighting against in every situation. Fresh out of school, freshly wounded and scarred like he was just a piece of parchment.

“Draco, go over to the Greengrasses, please. Maybe ask Astoria for a dance?”, Narcissa whispered into his ear. Draco gave his mother a small nod and walked towards the already waiting girl. Her restlessness could be seen from afar and it made Draco smile inside. She was sweet and pretty, but still a child whose future had been already decided for her. She liked him of course and he could see that in her fidgeting whenever he was near her, just like when he was approaching her right now. Her eyes were glistening as she was awaiting his hand to be extended before her, asking her for a dance.

“Oh, hi Draco,” she exclaimed, her parents giving them both an overexaggerated smile as if they were children playing in the sandbox. He welcomed her parents and planted a small kiss on her mother’s and sister’s hand, giving his former classmate and Slytherin a smile. And that was unusual for Draco. It could be seen on Daphne’s facial expression. He could see herself asking what happened to Draco Malfoy. He turned to their father and shook his hand firmly and confidently. Then he turned to the girl that was now very much visibly eager to dance or at least to talk to him. He bowed slightly and offered his hand.

“Dear Astoria, would you like to dance with m-?”

“Yes! Yes, I would like to!”, she squealed, and Draco couldn’t help but laugh gently at her eagerness. She then quickly grabbed his palm and dragged him among other guests dancing. The way she held onto him made him feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, although he managed to hide it perfectly. She really was sweet and if there was a mutual future waiting for them it was his job to get used to it. He had accepted his fate and she was obviously looking forward to it. So, they danced. There was this small, tiny smile on his lips while she was smiling from ear to ear. And after what seemed like an hour, Draco walked her back to her table with the hopes of enjoying some alone time.

“Oh, Draco! Wait! You should sit with us for a bit!”, her mother called after him. He sighed, closed his eyes and gathered some strength then he turned around.

“Of course, Mrs. Greengrass, I would love to.”

But then he felt a hand on his shoulder and his mother’s soft voice.

“Darling son, do you remember the Y/L/N’s? I know you haven’t seen them for almost 8 years, but you should come with me and say hello.”

He nodded again and excused himself, a little relieved.

He did remember them.

He did remember their faces and voices that were now standing in front of him. But not the girl behind them.

He didn’t remember her. At least not this way. There was something very familiar in her features. He could remember her eyes and her cheekbones. But her lips became more prominent. Her posture was straighter, body curvier, her breasts bigger and clothes more mature. He stood there in front of her trying to remember. Was this the same girl he used to play catch with in his mother’s garden? Was this the same girl that used to run under her father’s cloak when she was embarrassed? Was this really Y/N ?

“I don’t know if you remember our daughter, Y/N. You were best friends back then.”, Mrs. Y/L/N said and Draco immediately jumped out of the trance.

“I – I - yes, I mean, yes I do remember Y/N.”, his gaze finding her face again. She was beautiful. Her skin was glowing under the lights, her hair perfectly sitting around her face, lips curved into the most mesmerizing smile he could swear he had ever seen. He quietly watched as she kissed his mother’s cheek and held her palms in hers, as Narcissa admired her dress. He also watched his own father being an utter gentlemen to this girl. She wasn’t a child anymore.

His heart couldn’t stop beating like crazy when her attention shifted towards Draco after Narcissa had asked him to walk her through the garden. His eyes widened a little when she approached him, her dress gloriously moving with her. He froze up, suddenly forgetting what it means to be a human.

“Draco…”, her voice had changed. It sounded so sweet but mature,“…you’ve changed so much, oh Merlin!” her fingers touched his suit jacket and his breathing accelerated.

“And look at your hair!”, she giggled, “such a Malfoy.”

“It’s really nice to see you again, Y/N,” he spoke up after he had gathered some courage, gifting her a warm smile. His eyes locked with hers and he could feel the redness crawling up on his cheeks and so he wished for the cold air outside.

“It’s been almost eight years. The last time I saw you, you were a little blond boy, dragging me around the mansion until I had blisters at the back of my feet”, she shook her head lightly.

“Your mom made you wear those incredibly uncomfortable shoes,” he added, the nervousness washing away as he watched her laugh while they strolled under the moon.  

“You hid them once, do you remember? And as we were picking flowers here in the garden I stepped on a bee. It really hurt,” she scrunched her face and his eyes widened at the sudden and very much forgotten memory. They sat down on a bench.

“Merlin, I remember. You were barefoot the whole time. We both got scolded. Me for hiding your shoes and you for bringing the dirt inside. Such an act of rebellion,” he grinned. It felt so natural.

“You made fun of me though. When I cried,” she said quietly.

“I was a child. I didn’t want you to think I’m weak.”

“Because of a bee sting?” her small laugh filled the air.

“Because of you leaving.”

It was as if the world around had gone mute. The silence was loud and painful. Y/N let out a big sigh.

“Before you say anything,” Draco began again, “I want you to know that I wasn’t angry with you. I was sad. The only thing I could think about throughout my first year in Hogwarts was my best friend that left me. You were supposed to come too. I counted on you.”

“Draco… I didn’t choose to go to another school instead of Hogwarts. My parents wanted to travel. I didn’t understand that as a kid. I wrote to you after that summer. But you never wrote back.”

He found himself thinking that maybe it was the abandonment from which his bitterness stemmed from. His pathological need for isolation and toxic friendships. But it really wasn’t her fault, and he knew it. How could it be when she had always been the light in his life.

Her soft palm touched his hand.

“I am sorry Draco. I never meant to hurt you,” Y/N stood up.

“Where are you going?” he got up, his tall stature towering over her, “you owe me a real apology.”

Y/N frowned in confusion.

“You owe me a dance, Miss Y/L/N.” 

A smile was playing on her lips as he bowed and took her hand.

The music was coming from the inside. It was faint and indistinguishable. But they didn’t care. The garden was their dancefloor, the wind was their music and the Moon was their light. Draco put his right hand around her waist and interlocked his fingers with hers. He pulled her closer and she let out a playful laugh. Draco’s scent and the warmth of his body were the only thing she was able to concentrate on. And his heart. She could hear his heart beat fast. Just as fast as hers was beating. She didn’t dare to look up at him. The shyness took over and Draco was now in charge. Her breath got stuck in her lungs when she felt his hand let go of hers and his fingers tilting her head upwards so he could look at her. She grinned and shut her eyes tight, trying to overcome her shyness, and hid her face in his chest. And again, his fingers found her chin and tilted her head up. Draco stroked her soft skin, still holding her close to him.  

Then she felt his lips softly press against hers. Her heart was about to jump out of her chest. Her arms were now around his neck and his arms around her waist. And they were still dancing. He deepened the kiss, wanting to never let go of her again. But she let go of his lips and gave him a small peck.

“Does this mean you love me, Draco Malfoy?” she laughed, still holding onto him, still dancing.

“I do, Y/N. I have since I was 5. I even loved you when I was 11. And I will when I’m 90. But I need to tell you something,” he suddenly stopped.

Y/N’s face fell a little as she watched him struggle to say something, as he ran his hand through his hair and looked back where the party was happening.

“Is everything alright, Draco?”

“I’m promised to someone else.”

He looked at her, waiting for her to storm off, to cuss him out or even hit him.

But she didn’t.

“You’re promised to someone else? As in marriage?”

He nodded.

“But you can’t-“

“-I know I can’t marry her. And I won’t. If I’m going to get married, I want to marry you…”

Y/N smiled and approached him.

“I’ll be by your side …no matter what happens. Because I love you too.”

[alchomcrax]

ABOUT ASTORIA:  What are you waiting for, don't be afraid of wanting something more.

CHARACTER BASICS

FULL NAME: Astoria Faye Greengrass

MEANING: Like a hawk

NICKNAME(S): As

AGE: Twenty-Three

GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman, She/Her

EYE COLOR: Blue

HAIR COLOR: Blonde

HAIR LENGTH: Long

HEIGHT: 5′3″

DATE OF BIRTH: November 21st, 1999

BIRTH PLACE: London

ZODIAC SIGN: Scorpio

MAGICAL STATS

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

WAND: Larch wood with a dragon heartstring core, 10 ¾ and slightly springy flexibility

PATRONUS: Black and White Cat

AMORTENIA: Rain, Freshly baked cookies, & strawberries

BOGGART: Spiders

MIRROR OF ERISED: Herself surrounded by friends and family by a warm fireplace, embraced with someone she felt a romantic connection to

ACADEMIC STATS

SCHOOL: Thiudreiks

HOUSE: Slytherin

YEAR: Fourth

SPECIALIZATION: Robemaking

EXTRA CURRICULARS: Drama Club, Debate Team, & Herbology Club

CHARACTER HISTORY

Growing up Astoria had everything a girl could have wanted, weath, power, a loving family — at least to each other, and a sister to follow around until she got curious enough to go off on her own. Once she got a taste for it the blonde found it hard to resist, finding any excuse to explore everything from locked doors to rocks that looked out of place. She knew her last name carried a lot of meaning in the wizarding world, one that would cause people to stop in their tracks upon mention but Astoria didn’t see herself as higher than anyone else. 

A lot of pressure sat on her shoulders when it was time to attend her father’s alma mater, expectations that came along with the name she was born into and caught the eye of passerbyers lurking in the shadows to see if she’d crash and burn. It came as a surprise when Astoria chose her specialization, taking a different route than her father with alchemy and her older sister’s skill in curse breaking. The common things didn’t catch her eye, instead the creativity of robe making stole her heart. It was the perfect way to release her creative energy while doing the least to stay in her parents' good graces — she was building toward her future she’d tell them. Wandering was turned into something to strike creativity, doodling for ideas, and she was free to be as adventurous as she pleased. 

Moving on to Aurelius, she had a clear mind — educationally. Robe making stuck and she did fairly well in the rest of her classes to keep her parents' judgments at bay. It was overwhelming at times, leaving with the constant fear of one mess up changing who she was to her parents and the perception of her future. Going on walks helped, clearing her mind with the first friend she could convince to join her. 

Her striking appearance helped her popularity, blue eyes drawing people in  while her bright personality did the work of captivating their attention. Astoria often surrounded herself with people she could be herself around and dull the constant thoughts of perfection. She prefers to take each day as it comes, using her mouth when necessary to get her out of any problem she may run into so she can continue on her way and uncover every mystery that surfaces — the blonde remains too determined to let anything go unsolved.

[sapphicwhxre]

may i ask for a preference/ head canon (idk the difference) of how the girls would react w the reader has a panic attack

preferences include more than one character ─ hence the name, you can read for the character(s) you prefer ─ and a headcanon is something you consider canon that isn't, or what they'd be like for that specific idea. hopefully that clears it up for you :) i kept this one short but thank you for requesting, enjoy <3

• what the girls would do during your panic attack •

Г includes: hermione granger, pansy parkinson, ginny weasley, cho chang, luna lovegood, fleur delacour, padma patil, parvati patil, lavender brown, angelina johnson, daphne greengrass, astoria greengrass, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black

tw // panic attack and anxiety mentions

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hermione granger

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• has had them and is familiar with them

• terrified only because she doesn't want you to feel that way

• gets a little panicky/frantic but immediately does anything and everything that she knows soothes you

• talks you through the whole thing ─ she'd die before letting you feel alone during this

• lets you lay in her lap after you've calmed down and reads to you (also forces you to have a glass of water)

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pansy parkinson

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• she's had them too but never put a name to them or really understood them

• her image was more important than dealing with her anxiety

• thinks back to what's helped her in those moments and does the same for you

• not a lot of talking since she's scared of making it worse

• but lots of touch and grounding and eventually holds you and tells you you're ok

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ginny weasley

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• molly and arthur are extremely loving and she passes that on ─ i also refuse to believe that her brothers didn't drop everything for their anxious little sister

• gives you your space though because her family has good intentions but smothers her when she's upset

• not one for reassurance while it's happening but stays and you just know you're not alone in this

• afterwards, she'll reassure the hell out of you of course

• and counteract every worry and fear that hurt you

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cho chang

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• freezes and panics a little ─ even wondering if it's her fault

• but has quick ravenclaw thinking to calm the both of you down

• uses all of your favourite pet names in soft whispers

• verbalises what she wishes she'd been told in her worst moments

• nothing but validation from her, so you never have to feel stupid or bothersome

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luna lovegood

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• instantly recognises that you're having a panic attack

• definitely knew you were anxious before it got to that point so she's already holding your hand or stroking your hair

• her voice is extremely grounding and soothing

• what no luna headcanon is complete without, her searching for a creature that caused and/or made the anxiety worse

• and, of course, making you a charm for your anxiety

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fleur delacour

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• i think she'd be a little lost before realising you're having a panic attack (even though she used to have them during the tournament)

• and as soon as she does, this girl goes into overprotective girlfriend mode

• no one touches you, nothing stressful comes into contact with you

• she can and will get you to focus on nothing but her

• and listens to your every word after you've calmed down

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padma patil

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• the more vigilant of the two twins ─ it doesn't take her long to realise somethings wrong

• asks you if you're alright and that's when she has her confirmation

• sees if you need anything, calms you down with words of encouragement

• encourages/praises any progress you make like steadying your breathing, giving a shaky smile, anything that shows you're getting through it

• so proud of you for pulling through and makes sure you are too

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parvati patil

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• you know how i said padma's more vigilant? well i think parvati takes action faster

• her instinct is to love and protect you

• holds you close for sure, shushing you, and rubbing circles on your skin

• has this faith that you'll be okay because you just have to be

• gives you kisses and tells you that you did wonderfully, and how strong you are

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lavender brown

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• probably panics too

• resorts to touch, letting you know that she's there for you

• so many words of reassurance leaving her mouth

• won't leave your side for absolutely anything until she knows you're ok

• cuddles and kisses you when you've calmed down

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angelina johnson

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• i feel like she's one of the only ones that doesn't get scared

• she immediately focuses on getting you to just breathe instead of her own feelings

• there's obvious care but also just a determination to make your anxiety go away

• doesn't give up or get frustrated ─ she'll hold your hands and tell you it's okay for hours if she needs to

• takes you for a walk or for your favourite thing to do to get your mind off of things

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astoria greengrass

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• daphne was probably the one to help ground her when she first had one

• she uses love and kindness to help you like she learned

• she's really tender and caring with you

• lets you play with her fingers or jewelery until you're fully calmed down

• the number one enforcer of it's not your fault

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daphne greengrass

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• like i mentioned before, i feel like she took on the role of caring for astoria ─ especially when it comes to anxiety

• but it's more touch than words ─ cupping your face and making your eyes meet hers

• can keep calm but if someone comes near either of you, she'd death shoo them away

• thanks merlin internally that you're okay and smiling again afterwards

• gives you time and talks you through the entire thing

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nymphadora tonks

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• despite her playfulness, she knows when to stop and this is one of those moments

• she just wants you to feel safe and that's what she does

• gives you something like her jacket to ground yourself with

• i love the idea of her going to her natural hair colour to remind you that it's just her, the girl who loves you and you're safe with

• cracks a joke once you're in the headspace for it so she can hear your laugh and see your smile

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bellatrix lestrange

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• gets really confused at first ─ people aren't supposed to cry around her unless she's making them cry

• hesitates to touch you or talk to you since that's what she would want when she's in a frenzy

• but her need to do something would take over and she'd go to your side

• her voice goes so soft and she's highkey suffering seeing you like this

• tells you something along the lines of never do that again but you know she was just terribly worried

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narcissa black

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• not entirely sure whether you want her to do something or not

• intuition takes over and tells her she should

• she's very good at focusing on your needs instead of hers

• so she's rational instead of desperate to make it better ─ knows what to say and do

• would tell you how much she loves you over and over again until it sinks in

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[dracowars]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request a Draco fic where he and Y/N are cuddling together when Y/N receives an owl from her parents in which they give her bad news or scold her or something like that. Then she completely freaks out/shuts down and Draco calms her down and comforts her. I'm just really craving fluff and I love caring and protective Draco and would love to read something like this. If you don't wanna write it tho, that's a-okay. Thank you!

cursed | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x greengrass!reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where draco comforts y/n after receiving bad news

a/n: omg, i'm so so sorry that this took so long!!! :(

warnings: angst, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

“AHH! Draco, stop it, please!”, you beg him in the middle of your fit of laughter, your body writhing under his while trying to avoid his tickling attacks. Because of all the laughter, your stomach already hurts, and your breathing turned irregular. Draco, on the other hand, does not seem as exhausted as you and therefore he does not even think about stopping any time soon and shows no mercy as he continues to tickle you.

“Make me”, he gives you a slick grin when he stops briefly to give you a break and to position himself on top of you, his legs on either side of your upper body.

Again, you try to stop him and try to get a hold of his hands until you finally manage to catch one of his arms in a firm grip. Breathing hard, you look in each other’s eyes and you immediately know that you have no chance against him. Draco is much stronger than you and will be able to get out of your grip quickly.

He would have been able to if it had not been for a white snowy owl flying in through the open window, landing on the small bedside table next to your head and looking at you with big eyes when neither Draco nor you move an inch. A rolled-up letter is attached to its foot and your heartbeat quickens all of a sudden when you realize that this white owl belongs to your family, the pureblood family Greengrass.

And whenever you get a letter from home, it always means trouble.

Quietly clearing your throat after a few seconds have passed, Draco finally crawls off you so you can sit up and remove the parchment from the owl’s claw, but not without exchanging worried looks with Draco beforehand. Happy to have been relieved of its heavy load, the snowy owl rises back into the air before disappearing out the window into the bright sunshine.

You sit on the edge of Draco’s bed with the long letter in your hands, already shaking in fear from the uncertainty of what you may read in it. Draco knows this and also about your bad relationship with your parents, which is why he sits down next to you instantly and gently strokes up and down your back with his hand. The atmosphere in the room suddenly changes as tension fills the air, the joy from only a few seconds ago gone with the owl that delivered the letter.

“I am sure they just want to congratulate you on passing your OWL’s”, Draco tries to calm you down and lowers his head to be able to look into your face, which is now only covered by a blank expression. Putting his index finger under your chin, he lifts your head up and leads you to him, looking straight into your eyes, his own gray ones still radiating concern.

“You know my parents”, you sigh out loud and slowly remove your face from his grasp, focusing your gaze back on the letter that is still closed. You slightly run your thumb over the green wax seal, which shows the crest of your family. For a brief moment, you close your eyes, mentally preparing yourself for what is to come – at least you try – and finally open the envelope.

While your eyes fly over the lines and paragraphs, Draco keeps his distance, but also keeps an eye on you the whole time, trying to already get a clue about what your parents could have wrote through your expression. It would be nothing new if they would scold you again or complain about your insufficient performance in Hogwarts. Draco has seen all of this before, and he is used to this because he too is struggling with his parents’ high expectations.

Stunned, you lower the letter after you finished reading it, your hands now trembling even more and your eyes full of tears- Your face looks pale and all emotion in your face vanished all of a sudden. You go through the words one by one in your head, repeat them over and over again in order to be able to understand them.

While doing this, however, a tear has already found its way down your cheek, giving Draco the sign that he has given you enough time alone and that you now need him. He quickly moves closer to you again, still remaining careful to still give you the necessary distance you may need.

“Babe? What did they write?”, Draco asks carefully as he brushes a strand of hair from your face and behind your ear. You still do not move at his gentle touch, your gaze fixed straight ahead.

“Whatever they wrote, I am certain that they did not mean it”, Draco continues, only looking into your now sad face. “You are such a wonderful person and your parents-“

“My mother is going to die”, you interrupt him and as soon as the words leave your mouth, you can hardly believe them yourself. Even after everything you read in the letter, even now you still do not understand these words. A sudden silence arises until you blink your tears away and turn to Draco, who still looks at you with shock written all over his face.

“I-I am- I am so sorry”, Draco stutters, just as surprised by your statement as you are. However, not letting another second pass, he pulls you into a tight, loving and overall protective hug. A hug that has always given you more comfort than anyone else could.

Draco gently strokes your hair and lets you cry into his shoulder until you have calmed down a bit. Keeping you at arm’s length in front of him, he looks at you worried, still with big question marks over his head.

“Our- Our family has been cursed for generations already”, you utter while sobbing, wiping away a few of your tears while Draco listens attentively, his hand firmly clasped around yours. “W-With a blood curse.”

After saying this, Draco seems to have no words and you can see that he immediately wonders if you, like your mother, are also affected by this curse.

“I-I do not know if I will have it. I also can’t say whether if affects Daphne or Astoria. In some generations it has never appeared before and was passed onto the next generation nevertheless”, you explain as best you can since your parents never told you and your sisters much about it, after all until recently they assumed that their generation and the one from you and your sisters has been spared. “There is n-no cure. The curse weakens the body to such an extent that it is very likely to result in.. death.”

“Babe, I do not know what to say-“

“You do not have to say anything, Draco. I lied to you. We lied to everyone here. Nobody knows that our family had this deadly curse, otherwise we would- Otherwise the pureblood families would no longer accept us as one of them”, you sniff and try to force a smile onto your face while looking into Draco’s compassionate eyes. “I would like to say that I do not mind that my mother do has the curse after all, but-“

“But she is still your mother, Y/N. No matter how she treated you. You do not have to justify yourself for feeling this way”, Draco assures you and pulls you into his strong arms again, immediately making you feel much safer and more secure. Because of the sudden closeness, all dams break within you and this time you let all of your tears run free. Draco hold your trembling body in his arms and tries to give you the support you need right now. It pains him to see you like this and he can understand how torn you must feel in this situation. Your mother was always the one in particular who pushed you, even forced you, to have good grades in school, and now that you both know what fate she has, it still feels wrong to say that she deserves it.

At this moment, however, you are just glad that you are not alone, that you do not have to carry this burden alone. That you were finally able to tell Draco about your family’s biggest secret. You know that he and your sisters will always be by your side, no matter what the future holds for you.

“Everything will be alright.”