#daphne greengrass

[drabsyo]

witches & style

[slytheringangstuff]

𝒪𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓃𝓃𝑒𝓇

y/n: This food is too hot... I can’t eat it. 

Theo: You’re very hot, and I still eat you.

Everyone at the table: *silence* 

Enzo: YOU GUYS ARE DISGUSTING! 

Tom: One dinner... I just want ONE DINNER!

[maki-nsi]

Rumors 'round Hogwarts obviously based on Norman Rockwell's "Chain of Gossip", for those not caught up, basically, Harry told Hermione who told Ron who told Dean who told Lavender who told Parvati who told Padma who told Cho who told Luna who told Ginny who told Neville who told Daphne who told Blaise who told Pansy who told Draco who told Harry

[camilla-mikaelson]

What are yalls top 3 DRs?

Mines:

1. Twilight.

2. Outer Banks.

3. The Vampire Diaries.

[blvnk-art]

Daphne didn't want to be the bad influence to her little sister.

Astoria: ... but then I told him. Daphne: What? Astoria: That I wanted to wait, of course. Daphne: Oh, sure. Astoria: Daphne: Astoria: Have you had- Daphne: So let's talk about how you're torturing Draco.

[st4rr-girrl]

Stranger

M.R

Summary; You thought Mattheo was different, but he’s just like everyone else.

Warnings; swearing, mentions of sex, nsfw, underage smoking & drinking, angst. Douchebag Mattheo.

Inspired by Stranger - By Jhene Aiko

I ain’t posted in hella long im sorry if u thought I was dead xox 🥰🥰😘💋💋💋

Pt 2

We at 700+ followers yall!! I love u guys 🥺🥺💋❤️❤️

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You tried to ignore the familiar feeling you would get each time you were around Mattheo. The stinging that tickled your irises each time you started to view him in a new light, each time you saw everybody else in his features.

Why was this such a common occurrence during the span of your relationship? You and Mattheo never talked, and if you did- it was only in bed. It was exhausting and you couldn't deny that.

He was starting to look more and more like the people who had used you in the past. The ones who discarded your well-being for their own sick pleasure. You stared at him from across the Slytherin table, an inexplainable sadness etched onto your tired features.

Mattheo was the last person you expected to turn out like a copy and paste of your past experiences.

It wasn’t always like this. He used to be lovingly attentive, affectionate and gentle with you.

He noticed your gaze, his brow arching in silent question. You swallowed the lump forming in your throat, forcing your eyes off of him. He shrugged dismissively, recentering his attention to the conversation he was in the midst of.

What hurt even more, was the fact that you had told him about the others. Every single one of them that he had promised you he wasn’t like. And you trusted him.

But he lied.

He didn’t care. He never did. And if that information wasn’t crystal clear, you didn’t know what was.

Daphne nudged your side, her brows furrowing in concern as she scanned your melancholic features. “You alright, lovely?” She asked gently.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice quieter and shakier than you had intended— blinking back the tears that threatened to escape your glossy eyes. “I’m okay.”

She gave you an unbelieving look, but decided against being pushy. “Okay, babe. Let me know if you need anything, yeah?” She offered a soft smile, her brows furrowing.

“Sure,” you replied, a grateful tone to your voice as you nodded.

She went back to chatting with Pansy, and you found your regretfully longing gaze flickering back to Mattheo. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t hurt. Because it did. It hurt so bad.

He wasn’t paying you any mind, blatantly unconcerned despite the sadness he found in your expression. He boasted about something or other to Theo and Blaise— both of the boys watching him verbally show off in amusement. Usually, you would have been fond of the sight. He was an idiot, but he was your idiot. Or— well, he was.

It was routine for you now. This wasn’t your first rodeo— you knew how this worked.

So, the same night— when he laid you down in your dorm room, you couldn’t even look him in the eye. Not that he cared, or anything.

And when he left, you lied in bed— your gaze locked onto the ceiling. You’d lazily thrown a t-shirt and underwear back on— Mattheo nowhere to be seen. He didn’t even have the decency to stay back and make sure you were okay, and help clean you up. Not like he used to, anyways.

The hickeys and bite marks littering your skin were a constant reminder of what once was. Shame engulfed your body, an all too familiar feeling.

You couldn’t control the tears beginning to spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks in a rapid manner. You broke down, your body wracking with sobs— burying your face into a pillow to muffle said sobs.

When your roommates walked in, Daphne and Pansy, they immediately saw your state— rushing to your sides and consoling you as you fell apart. They shared a worried glance, knowing exactly what— or in this case, who— caused this.

Over the next few days, you’d been avoiding him. Daphne and Pansy both covered for you, giving Mattheo bullshit and half assed excuses as to why you couldn’t see him.

But, it’s not like he was actively searching for you, anyways.

You thought you were indifferent to this by now. You wanted to be. But you actually trusted him this time, you loved him.

But as you stared at him from across the Potions classroom, watching as he flirted shamelessly with girls who hung onto his every word— you knew you’d never become accustomed to the hurt and pain that followed betrayal.

You knew you had to cut things off, and that’s exactly what you did. You couldn’t allow yourself to mope around aimlessly for any longer.

After class, you pulled him into an empty hallway and went off— cussing him out in an emotion fueled rant. He got what he wanted, and he no longer needed you. He made that very obvious.

He replied with a simple, “okay,” before turning and disappearing down the hallway. You watched as he left, the sound of your heart shattering echoing throughout your own ears.

———-

[naw-sya]

Part two of Halloween

Slytherins as Greek “Villains”

[daphhatesyou]

~ daphne greengrass. don’t waste my time.

@thatgirlastoria - my sister <33 and best friend in the entire world

@forgeweasley1 - I do not like him… i love him

@prettylike-pansies - just as mean as they say, but iconic. my best friend ever

@dracomalfoy0506 - 100% a ferret. whiny. don’t hurt my sister.

@momdildoantlover - the dark lord. what is that user…

@voldyslovergirl - friends with my mum or something

@levoisagranger - does she ever shut up?

@the-cursed-0ne - the scar? really? so extra

@thewelseyking - the ginger sidekick

@thegirlweasleyxx - the ginger dating scar face

@gredweasley1 - another ginger. it’s endless.

@the-only-sensible-weasley - this ginger thing is getting a little ridiculous now

@lunalvegood - the loony blonde chick

@neville-likes-plants - gryffindor tree hugger

@cupidsbrown - obsessed with gingers, I don’t see the appeal

@thereal-albusdumbledore - didn’t expel me. appreciated.

@moony-musings - werewolf professor who gave me an A … once

@tomswifethatdidnttrickhim - concerning my obsessed with a man without a nose

[oh-puffle-cakes19]

Let Me Protect You - Prologue

Summary - Theo always gets into trouble and fights for your attention. Hoping that if he protects you, you will notice him. You hold a grudge against him for it. Theo hopes that one day you let him protect you without any Deficiencies.

Theodore Nott x Hufflepuff Reader

Warnings (Series content included) - Dark content; Angst such as fighting physically + verbally, blood, bruises, swearing, bullying, violence, mentions of temptations of sexual harassment, reader getting stalked (Not by Theo), Sexual content such as hot make out scenes, sex, oral sex, marking, praise.

Note - I am making a series, hopefully it be will long. This does contain a lot of angst however there will be fluff, happy ending of course. Feel free to comment your thoughts on the prologue of my series.

The great hall was bursting with chatter, laughter without letting you think. Y/N sees Mattheo and Draco playing the ridiculous game, who can make the person cower more to them. Blaise as usual being the judge. Pansy was in deep consideration with Lorenzo’s face going all red, poor lad couldn’t keep up with that witch.

And then there was Theo, wandering his eyes out of space until he met yours across the hall. You weren’t the one for much communication between even your so called friends, preferring your own company most of the time.

You find that most people are not reliable, they make you feel small by stepping on you in the wrong directions. You overthink, you are restless coming to a conclusion that you are better off alone, not too close with anyone.

What’s the point? You always get left out somehow.. “Friends” seem to care for a min or two with them getting something out of you. Until they realise that you do not fit in therefore abandoning you.

You may have cried over their lack of effort towards you, their harsh words after the friendship is over but what they didn’t know.. is that you came through stronger.

Digging your nose through books, always studying to meet good grades and even so the best expectations for yourself.

When you felt Theodore’s gaze towards you, your breath hitch. You close your eyes, pretending that it is not real. You are only being fooled. It’s a restless game he will not give up, not only because of his ability to charm that halfhearted spirited grin but because of his pride, his ego, his determination.

Everyone knows not to play or to begin to think entertaining Theo’s flute as it leads to ruin. Girls do ignore this from time to time, all they get is to be left behind on the sidelines.

You however, will not be another victim of one of his many little games.

Theodore on the other hand, he finds himself full of curiosity with you and your little Hufflepuff status.

As they say curiosity kills the cat!

[skeletonoli]

all I want is more Slytherin focused fics.

I want to see knights of walpurgis.

I want to see the fallout of Grindelwald.

I want to see how Tom Riddle rose to power, how he gained a following.

I want to see how this era dealt with these young marriages and young families.

I want marauders era.

I want to see the back sisters navigate pure blood politics.

I want to see lucissa mentoring Severus.

I want to see Severus navigating pure blood politics as an outsider and how him and many others were groomed into joining the death eaters.

I want to see Lucius and Narcissa's struggle to have children.

I want to see fresh out of war Slytherin.

I want to see Severus Snape becoming a teacher at 20 after watching his friends die, having little to no support system.

I want to see these young Slytherins deal with navigating life and school with parents who are locked up or dead.

I want to see how the attitudes towards Slytherin changes over time, how they become hated and dehumanised.

I want to see lighting era.

I want to see how this new generation of heirs deals with the turbulence of the second wizarding war.

I want the stories of Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini.

I want to see the stories of the women.

I want to see how Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bullstrode, Tracy Davies and the Greengrass sisters are treated in society.

I want to hear more about muggleborns and half-bloods in Slytherin.

I want to see how this generation of Slytherins were pressured into becoming death eaters and the consequences of this.

I want to hear their stories.

[merryartposts]

“All three of you,” he said awkwardly. “Sat together like that. S’like a painting or something.”

From @greenerteacups Lionheart

Ron, mate, you see, I know you will automatically filter Crookshanks out of the chat, but not me. Aha!

One tip for drawing Crooks is that you don’t need a reference for him if you have a cat. I swear it’ll work.

[slytheringangstuff]

𝐻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒸𝓊𝒻𝒻𝓈

Pansy: Who do we know that has handcuffs? 

Theo: Well y/n and I- 

y/n: *elbows Theo* 

Theo:...wouldn't know.

[maki-nsi]

speaking of things i did a couple days ago, different fic drawings doodles scribbles

[thatgirlastoria]

𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐬. || 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 || 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧

"𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚"

GRYFFINDOR: DETERMINED AND BRAVE

@the-cursed-0ne: the "chosen one." dumbledore's favorite.

@levoisagranger : the muggle-born who every teacher loves.

@thewesleyking : unremarkable.

@thegirlweasleyxx : dating "the chosen one." i respect her. i dare say she's the only gryffindor with a personality.

@thereal-albusdumbledore : albus himself. quite on the ancient side, but he's still here somehow.

@forgeweasley1 @gredweasley1 - as stupid as they are smart. one of them fancies my sister.

@moony-musings he was honestly a good teacher, im gonna be honest i failed his class. i think he had gryiffindor bias.

@cupidsbrown really nice & sweet.

SLYTHERIN: AMBITIOUS AND CUNNING

@dracomalfoy0506 : was it casual? i love you, i'm sorry.

@daphhatesyou : the best sister.

@prettylike-pansies : my ride or die. love her to pieces.

@momdildoantlover : the "dark lord"

@voldyslovergirl : bellatrix, family friend.

[sunkissedscribbles]

☆ 𝑆𝐸𝐶𝑅𝐸𝑇 𝑆𝐴𝑁𝑇𝐴 – 𝐻𝑂𝐺𝑀𝐴𝑆 𝐷𝐴𝑌 𝟺

PAIRING: the slytherins x reader

☆ HOGMAS 2024 LIST ☆ MASTERLIST ☆ TAG LIST ☆ KIARA'S PART

The Slytherin common room was unusually festive, lit by the glow of enchanted candles that floated above a small evergreen tree adorned with silver and green ornaments. Around the fire, you and the others sat in a loose circle, parchment slips in hand as you each prepared for the chaos of a Secret Santa exchange.

“Whoever gets me better make it good,” Pansy Parkinson announced, crossing her legs elegantly as she gave a pointed look around the room. “I have standards.”

“No one cares about your standards, Pans,” Blaise Zabini drawled, leaning back in his chair with his usual air of indifference. “It’s supposed to be anonymous. The point isn’t bribery.”

Pansy huffed, tossing her hair over her shoulder, while Daphne Greengrass stifled a laugh behind her hand.

“I still don’t understand how I got roped into this,” Draco muttered, scowling as he examined his slip of parchment. “If I end up with something ridiculous, someone will pay.”

“Oh, calm down, Malfoy,” Lorenzo Berkshire said with a grin, elbowing him lightly. “Where’s your Christmas spirit? Besides, the real fun is figuring out who gave what.”

“Fun for you, maybe,” Mattheo Riddle chimed in, his dark eyes flicking between the group. “I’m just hoping no one tries to give me socks again.”

“Socks are practical,” Theo Nott replied with a smirk. “You could use a little practicality in your life, Riddle.”

You couldn’t help but smile at the banter as you unfolded your own parchment, glancing down at the name written there. Your heart skipped slightly at the sight of it, but you quickly folded the paper back up and tucked it away. You glanced around the group, catching Mattheo’s gaze for a brief moment before he arched an eyebrow, as if silently asking if you were scheming.

The planning was already in motion, each person retreating into their thoughts about what gift to give. Blaise remained calm, no doubt planning something effortlessly tasteful, while Lorenzo looked like he was already brimming with ideas. Pansy and Daphne leaned close, whispering furiously about what they might receive, and Draco simply groaned, muttering about “pointless traditions.”

“This is going to be a disaster,” Theo said, though the small smile tugging at his lips suggested he didn’t entirely mind.

“Or it could be brilliant,” you countered, the warmth of the fire casting a glow over your features as you leaned forward. “It’s Christmas, after all. What could go wrong?”

Mattheo’s low chuckle from across the room sent a ripple of anticipation through the group, and as everyone dispersed to begin their gift-gathering missions, you couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. It wasn’t just about the gifts—it was about what each would reveal, secrets exchanged under the guise of holiday cheer.

tag list: @inksoakedparchment @mattiesgf @girllblogging777 @mqstermindswift @myysunshine @yelanare @mamartinez @s00ty-feet @malfoylover4l

[crackishincorrecthp]

*Harry, Draco, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Pansy, Blaise, Daphne & Theo are hanging out in Grimmauld Place's living room* Draco: *walks in and sits on Harry’s lap* Hermione: Ron: Ginny: Luna: Pansy: Blaise: Daphne: Theo: Pansy: Why are you sitting there? Draco: There’s no free seats! Ron: But we made sure there was enough room for- Harry, hugging Draco tightly: There are no free seats