#daphne greengrass imagine

[scvrllet]

Cancelled, A Harry Potter + Modern/Social Media AU (14/?)

Feat. Harry, Draco, and Cho experiencing Daphne’s terrifying driving skills + Theo getting the wrong idea.

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[loverssfevers]

hounds of love - daphne greengrass

Description: Pushing away your best friend is never easy especially when feelings and secrets are involved. But secrets can only last for so long before they are discovered, and sometimes not willingly.

Warnings: Mentions of scars

Words: 2.1k

A/N: thank you for the anon who requested this! I hope I did your request justice. Let me know what you think <3 (AND SORRY ITS LIKE 6 MONTHS LATE) !!

Y/N knew that Daphne was getting restless of all the pining and false hope. To be inches away from lip on lip to both looking in separate directions acting like it never happened. Y/N knew she would lose her sooner or later. It was just a matter of time. And no matter how hard she tried to convince herself it was for the best for the both of them, the way Daphne made her feel conquered it all. She made her feel Human which is something she stopped feeling for a while. 

If she and Daphne were to be together and people found out about her Lycanthropy it would tarnish the Greengrass reputation. They already received pity stares and unprovoked questions due to Astorias condition but this would ruin her life. Because people like Daphne don't belong with people like Y/N. Cursed. Dangerous. Darkened with clouds of lies and hurt. 

Daphne with her light blonde hair, almost white, pale faced and blue eyes was strikingly beautiful. Her appearance came off cold and intimidating however she was like a snowflake, gorgeous but also fragile around those she trusted. Whilst Y/N was like a smouldering fireplace that could reignite with rage every full moon. If Daphne was close enough, her seemingly perfect structure would melt against Y/N. That was something Y/N was trying to avoid, ruining Daphne, hurting Daphne… she would never forgive herself. 

All she ever wanted to do was to keep her and anyone else safe. Even when the full moon was far from near y/n chose to be alone. When starting at Hogwarts she took no time in isolating herself so no one found out or could be hurt. Professor Snape had taken on the responsibility to make wolfsbane every month and that seemed to calm down the worst of it. However the fear of being the monster people read to their children in bedtime stories remained.   

Through her efforts Daphne had somehow weaselled her way into Y/N’s life, gaining trust and despite being pushed she came back like a magnet everytime. Their friendship blossomed, one year turning into two, three and now four. And the friendship has blossomed into a romance neither one of them had enough courage to express, both for their own reasons. 

Now they sat across from each other on one of the picnic tables out in the courtyard. It was chilly but the wind made Daphne's hair flag behind her. She looked beautiful. She smiled whilst looking until Daphne's eyes met her own and she felt the need to look away in embarrassment. But Daphne grins, leaning forward to make her more nervous. 

“The yule ball is coming up”  Her nails scratch into the wood distractingly as she talks “ And I still don't have a date”

Y/N can see a little shine in her eyes, a glimpse of hope that she’ll ask her. A million thoughts fill her head. But she can't have one night of dancing with her without falling deeper into a hole she's creating not only for herself but Daphne too. So she swallows it down smiling weakly as she says the words “I'm sure one of the boys are dying to ask you” 

“Yeah” she pauses, a glare so hot that the wind no longer feels cold against y/ns skin “The boys”

To say her blood didnt boil when Terence came up moments later to ask Daphne to the yule ball would be a lie. Daphne had even made complete eye contact with Y/N as she said yes. A kick to the stomach would have hurt less. But it was for the best. 

To be dancing with a werewolf in a dress that wouldn't cover half the scars she had created herself would be an embarrassment on Daphne's behalf. Unless she could find another way, someway to hide the looming darked skin on her chest, arms, legs and even stomach. Unless she could convince the one person who knew of her condition to help her, she couldn't go. 

“Please professor” her voice cracks as she follows Professor Snape around his classroom as he inspects the tables are clean enough for the next class. 

“I agreed to help with the Wolfsbane potion. I won't extend my kindness any further” they stop at his desk and he promptly opens his drawer to reach inside and grab it. 

Y/N’s arms drop as a scoff leaves her throat “I’m a student asking for help” 

Snape turns around holding out his hand that holds the vial of Wolfsbane that's helped her sleep throughout the full moon since starting at Hogwarts. He places it in the palm of her open hand. 

“You���re a werewolf”

That's right, how could she possibly forget? Werewolf first, person second. She presses her lips together gripping the glass tightly, letting the coolness of the glass spread across her skin. 

“Thank you for your generosity professor” mumbling through gritted teeth she pulls the door open to leave only to see Daphne standing there staring straight at her. Eyes squinted in confusion and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Y/N’s heart drops at the chance of Daphne hearing any of the conversation she just had. 

“Daph-” 

Daphne blinks and her expression immediately changes. “I'm here to see Snape” she casually says squeezing past Y/N's body greeting their professor. Snape gestures for Y/N to close the door behind her but she can't move her sight from Daphne’s back. 

When Daphne turns towards her Y/N can see in her eyes that she knows. She heard. Her stomach turns guilty, flooding her body before the classroom door is slammed in her face by the flick of Snape's wand. 

Y/N paces up and down the corridor, her gaze stuck on the classroom door waiting for her best friend to pop out. When she does there's a chance no words will leave Y/N’s parted lips because no matter how hard she thinks she has no idea how to explain it. Does she apologise? Does she come clean? Daphne leaves the room with her head down and y/n still hasn't decided her piece. So she does the one thing she knows how to do. Run away. 

There was only a week till the yule ball and Y/N hadn’t bothered to look for a dress. Snape had denied her request and without the help of a glamour the scars that covered her body from nights she spent ripping apart her skin with her own claws would cause an uproar. She can’t decide who would be more uncomfortable, her or those who had to see it. 

Daphne had not spoken to her either. The frozen exterior had not only been put back up for Y/N but for everyone. Terence had uncomfortably sat between them at dinner trying to crack a joke but only Adrian smiled and shook his head once to get him to stop. Everyday that passed they made excuses to not come across each other, excuses not to hang out with others, excuses that left them both lying face down on their beds tired and missing the other more than the day before. 

The clicking of heels against the marble stairs and excited chatter echoed from the stairwell of the dorms into her room. A reminder of the event she wouldn't be attending- and that Daphne would be attending with someone else. She sighs, bringing the blanket up to her neck, curled into herself. 

Her curtain is suddenly pulled open and she squints against the light making out the figure of… Adrian? 

“What are you doing” he asks looking down 

“Wallowing in my pity leave me alone” she groans stuffing her face against her pillow but he pulls her back to face him 

“I brought these for you, they don't fit me anymore but it might fit you” he holds up his forearm that has a suit draped over it 

She glances between him and the suit. She hadn't thought about it, wearing a suit instead of a dress that would cover everything she was trying to hide. 

She sits up slowly taking the fabric from him “How did you know” she whispers

He smiles gently “I’m just observant no one else knows, I haven't told anyone” 

“Thank you” 

“Now hurry up, I can help you adjust it but I have to go pick up Audrey in 30” 

If Y/N had a fairy godmother it would be Adrian, using the skills he hindered from working at his mothers dress shop over the summer to pin and cut the pants to the perfect length and size it correctly, all done within 20 minutes thanks to magic. And now she stood, a little late watching everyone dance and drink from the open doors. 

Daphnes at the table with her date Terence, wearing a silver dress that skimmed down the length of her body and a slit that went up the side of her leg. She was a vision. Her straight blonde hair wisped around her as she turned to speak to those walking past. Y/N’s throat dried up. Maybe this was a mistake, maybe she was about to ruin the one night Daphne had boasted about for the last four months. 

They make eye contact and the laugh Daphne had painted on her face is wiped off. Instead of disgust she looks pained and sad. Her chest falling with a sigh she places her cup of punch into Terences hand and begins to walk towards Y/N. Instead of stopping, instead of saying anything she walks straight past her. Y/N stands there shocked, mind racing. She can't move and her heart feels heavy. 

She looks at Terence, who's not in front of her with his arm out and finger pointing behind her. “What are you doing? Go after her” 

He was right, so she did. Yelling Daphne's name as her hand just comes in contact with the bathroom door to open. 

“Daphne I’m sorry” she begs 

“Did you think I would love you any less knowing?” Daphne counteracts 

“No i-” 

“Did you think I would abandon you? Treat you any differently?” 

“Daph please” 

“I would do anything for you, anything” 

“That's what scares me” Y/n cuts in and Daphne loses her train of thought “I know you would do anything for me and that horrifies me. What if you came in on a full moon and I hurt you. What if you were just trying to help me and I killed you. Daphne you don't understand the risks. You don't understand how scary it is'' 

Daphne presses her eyes shut wanting to stop herself from crying because Y/N’s right. She doesn't know, she’ll never know but she’s willing to learn. She’s willing to sit there and draw out boundaries so no one does get hurt. 

“If I hurt you I could never forgive myself” Y/N whispers shaking her head tears building up at the bottom of her eyes. 

“You aren't going to hurt me '' Daphne reassures her cupping y/n’s face with both her hands looking directly into her eyes. Thumb caressing her cheek she mumbles the words “We can figure this out, please give us the chance to figure this out” and Y/N cant deny her when she's this close, when she can feel the warmth of Daphne's skin against her own. So she agrees to figure it out

“The suit looks good by the way” Daphne smiles her hand brushing down the length of her arm “Very handsome” 

Y/N’s face flushes shuffling closer their foreheads leaned against one another “I thought I was going to lose my mind when I saw you in this dress” 

“Are you saying you haven't?” Daphne's nose brushes against hers “Lost your mind yet?”

“I have a feeling I’m about to” 

The gap between them finally closes and the years of pinning all make sense, they were all worth it. Y/N thinks that the heat from her rage she once thought would melt Daphne could now be the heat from her chest that was full of love. All and only love. 

Now Daphne has memorised the lines of each scar across her skin and y/n isn't ashamed anymore. The weight that once gathered on her shoulders is now shared between them. 

“You’re beautiful” Daphne whispers one night as they lay alone in her dorm room, hands tracing the side of Y/N’s arm. 

“I’m a monster”

“Barely” Daphne smiles cupping Y/N’s face instead “You wouldn’t hurt a fly” 

“You haven’t seen me at my worst” Y/N whispers looking away ”I never want you to see me at my worst”

“Even if i did I know I’d still love you all the same”

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[avalynlestrange]

Daphne Greengrass

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[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!

[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

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Pt 2

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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.

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[malfoysprinces]

friends, best friends, friends in love

- draco malfoy -

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Two friends in love, eventually confessing.

Warnings: Jealousy, Hiding Feelings but with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: It’s my first time writing, feel free to give feedbacks & request.

Slytherin common room was quiet on this particular night, saved for the sound of the fire crackling in the fireplace. The room was dimly lit, casting a warm, flickering light on the walls.

Y/N was sitting, peacefully by the fire all on her own until she heard his voice.

“Y/N”

With a look full of hesitation, she stared right into those grey eyes.

Oh, those grey eyes…

“Hey Draco!”

“What are you doing up this late?”

“Nothing, couldn’t sleep.”

“Come on, go to your dorm, don’t make me take any points from my own house.” Draco said, laughing.

“But I can’t sleep.” Y/N responded.

“My friends are such pain in the ass.”Draco whispered.

Yeah, your friend.

Y/N giggled.

Just when they were headed to stairs which led the way to their dorms, a familiar face appeared.

“Oh, hi Theo.” Y/N said to him.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake, this night is never going to end does it?” Asked Draco, looking tired.

“And goodnight to you too, Draco.” said Theo.

“I’m going to the Astronomy Tower, care to join?” Theo asked to both.

“Why not?” Y/N answered, hoping Draco would come.

“As your prefect I should lead you guys to your dorms, but as your friend I could really use a calming time with you guys.” Answered Draco.

Friend. There was that word again.

“Actually, I remembered that I have Snape’s potions in the morning and I could really use some sleep.” Y/N said without knowing why she wanted to get away from them- oh actually, Draco. Poor Theo had nothing to do with it. In fact he was always nice to Y/N, he was always a gentleman.

“As you wish.” Theo said.

“Are you sure?” Draco asked to Y/N.

“Yeah” Y/N answered, forcing a yawn to make believe she is sleepy.

She headed to girls dorm without looking back.

When she entered into her dorm room, Pansy and Daphne were already sleeping.

She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering why everytime Draco called her “a friend” her heart was shattered into pieces.

Y/N was distant to Draco lately. She was avoiding him at all costs. Whenever they sit together at a class, she would always ignore him, not in an arrogant way but in an cold way. Draco -being the smartest boy Y/N has ever seen- has started to realize this. He has been sensing that Y/N was drawing herself away from him for some time now.

But Y/N was forgetting something, she was the first person for Draco to come when he was feeling down. She was the first person that Draco writes to every summer. She was practically Draco’s closest but he never addressed her anything other than friend.

To him, “Draco and she was friends, nothing more. They just hang in the same group. Y/N was a friend to Draco as much as she was to Theo or Blaise.” Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N wanted to tell Draco how she felt, how she was longing for his touch without knowing how it feels, how she needs him. But there was too much at stake. She could lose Draco forever, she could lose the bond between them forever. So she decided to keep things to herself and keep her distance from Draco.

With so much going on in her head, Y/N went to her bed and fell asleep quickly.

Next morning wasn’t any different than others. The sun was shining into girls shared dorm.

“Oh! I can’t find my tie!” shouted Pansy in a hurry.

“Just check your desk, I saw it there last night.” said Daphne.

“Found it!” Pansy shouted again.

Y/N was still half asleep when Daphne came to her side and reminded her that if she didn’t want detention from Snape, she should be up in a minute.

She got ready in a hurry, causing her to forget her potions book in her dorm.

Girls entered the Great Hall for breakfast.

“Well, well, well.. If these aren’t the princesses of Slytherin.” Blaise said in a flirty tone.

“Morning.” said Theo.

And a simple smile from Draco.

Y/N smiled to Draco back and rolled her eyes to Blaise.

“Was he always like that?” Y/N asked. “Because if he was, I should really consider my friend choices.” she said in a laughy tone.

“Oh, if you call that a flirting, you should have seen Draco last night in the Astronomy Tower.” Theo said.

Of course, they weren’t alone. Of course, Theo was going to meet up with a girl last night and Draco wanted some company, as well.

“Shut it already Theo.” said Draco.

“Who is it this time Draco?” asked Pansy.

“Yes, tell us who the lucky lady was.” added Daphne.

Y/N was holding her tears back, not only because of Draco’s new girl but also she couldn’t believe how easily Draco affected her. He goes around flirting with other girls and Y/N ends up the one being hurt. How unfair Y/N thought to herself.

Y/N had seen nothing but pure love between her parents. She was raised the best way possible. Indeed, she was a pure blood, she came from a wealthy family - why else would Draco befriend her?- and she was pretty. She could pull of any guy she wanted. Any guy but him.

She could get any guy wrapped around her finger, any guy but the one with the grey eyes.

However, it was kind of funny how she was oblivious to Draco’s feelings. She meant everything to him, he would take her in a heartbeat if she said yes. His whole world revolving around her. Draco was the one to keep his feelings bottled up, that was for sure. But still, the fact that he cares about Y/N more than any other girl was obvious.

“Y/N?” asked Pansy.

No answer.

“Y/N!!??”

“Oh, sorry.” Y/N said.

“But you missed all the fun, Draco couldn’t even remember that girl’s name.” Said Pansy.

And just seconds later, everyone burst into laughter.

“Yeah poor girl must be thinking of Draco right now, but he doesn’t even remember her name.” said Daphne, giggling.

“ For Merlin’s sake! I only flirted with her so Theo could have his time with that girl’s friend.” Draco said in a serious tone staring to Y/N.

“Good boy, aren’t you?” said Y/N in a condescending tone which made Draco angrier.

It was safe to say that Draco stared into Y/N’s soul for a time which felt like an eternity for both.

Only if he knew what Y/N would do to be the one that Draco flirted- even if it is all fake.

“So now it is a staring contest?” asked Blaise laughing.

“No. And I dont even have the time for your - and I mean ALL of you- stupid crushes.” Y/N said.

“What? What crush are you talking about?” asked Draco.

“Shit! I must have left my potions book in my dorm” Y/N said. She was headed for dorm room.

Not long after, Y/N was pulled into an empty classroom.

“WHA-“ Y/N’s shout was interrupted.

“What is wrong with you?” asked Draco.

“I don’t know what you are talking abo-“ she was interrupted again.

“Oh, cut the bullshit already! You ditch on me and Theo last night and you have been off all morning?” asked Draco.

“I- erm- I am really worried about Snape’s class you know?” she lied.

“So this is what it’s all about.” said Draco. “I thought you were mad at me or something.” he added.

“You have been distant lately. It’s like one minute you are the center of the conversation, and you are gone in the next.” Draco said, worried.

“Told you, I have been struggling with potions.”

That was the best I could come up with? She thought to herself. I must be a disgrace to the house of Slytherin.

“I will help you, okay? Meet me in the library after dinner.” said Draco.

“No- I mean you dont have to.” she said.

“No, I need to fix whats bothering my best friend.” Draco winked.

Your WHAT? Now, we are best friends. If there is something worse than being friends with him existed then it would totally be being best friends with him.

“Come on, we need to get to class.” Added Draco.

Potions was boring for Y/N. Until Snape assigned the homework. A homework which was needed to be done with partners.

“I will assign your partners this time.” said Snape.

“Miss Granger, you are with Mr Longbottom.”

“Miss Y/L/N, you are with…..

“Mr Malfoy” Y/N prayed.

“Mr. Potter.” Snape said.

The anger in Draco’s eyes was visible, if not, it was felt by every single person in class. However, no one dared to state the obvious.

“Oh shit. Now it is getting interesting.” Blaise said to Theo.

“Yeah, just wait till the class is over and Draco starts whining about it.” said Theo.

As Harry walked closer to Y/N, Draco was already watching them.

Y/N and Harry greeted and started to talk about the project.

Whenever Y/N looked to Draco, he was already watching her.

But this time something was different. Draco’s eyes was not filled with the warmth that Y/N was used to see, instead it was filled with something she couldn’t name.

It was jealousy. So much jealousy that he could explode any minute now.

Slytherin group was already gone when Y/N and Potter realized that the class is over. As a matter of fact, everyone was gone and they were alone in the classroom.

“I must have lost the track of time.” said Y/N to Potter.

“Yeah. Seems we both did.” he agreed.

They rushed to outside.

“If Potter is that interesting, you can always go be his friend.” said Draco to Y/N. He has been standing outside the classroom waiting for Y/N, this whole time.

“What? We were just talking about the project.” said Y/N.

“Yeah? That must be the reason you couldn’t care to join your friends when leaving the class.” Draco said, angrily.

“Oh, possesiveness is a trait of yours, isn’t it?” Y/N asked mocking.

“Potter is my red line. Do. Not. Cross. It.” Draco said in the most serious tone possible, grabbing Y/N’s wrist.

“Too bad, he. İs my. Partner” Y/N said jokingly.

Little did they both knew, they had already crossed the red line in each other’s hearts.

“So, why do I even need to mix these things?”

“Like what on earth am I going to need these potion for?” Y/N asks, pretending to be oblivious to keep her lie going.

“Just try to memorize the ingredients and you will be okay.” Draco assured.

“Okay.” said knowing everything Draco has been telling her since the minute one.

“By the way, I really don’t understand why you stress over potions. You are the smartest witch I know.” said Draco lifting his eyebrows.

“I don’t know, it is not the class that stresses me, it is the professor. Snape is tense, you know?” Y/N shouted another lie.

“What? He is practically one of your father’s best friends. They’ve known each other since they were what? Like 11?” Draco asked.

“Yeah but still, he was always so intimidating.” Was Y/N’s answer.

“Truth to be told, I am his favourite, but you are not so bad yourself.” He said laughing.

“Well, I know he likes us, he is better to us than others.” Y/N said agrreing.

“See? He’s not so bad after all.” Draco said.

Rest of their study session went on as a chat session. Things was always so easy and calming between Y/N and Draco.

“Merlin, I missed talking to you about anything-“ Draco was interrupted by Y/N “Let’s leave, I have to check Gullygum.” Said Y/N, Anything to avoid this confrontation she thought.

“Gullygum? As your cat?”

“Yeah Draco, how many other Gullygums do you know of?” teased Y/N as she was packing her things.

The night was calm. As they were headed to Slytherin common room together the only sound which can be heard was their footsteps. As they pass by the torches lining the walls, the flickering light casts shadows that seem to dance across their faces. The sound of Draco’s breathing and the rustle of Y/N’s clothing as they walk creates a gentle white noise, as if the whole world has fallen away and it's just the two of them.

“So.” Draco said breaking the silence.

“Now tell me, why have you been so distant lately. And don’t ever think about lying to me because it is obvious you have no problem with classes.” Draco asked.

“Oh for fucks sake Draco, everything is fine. Friends don’t push each other like that.” Y/N stated, emphasizing the word friends.

“Yeah, friends.” whispered to himself Draco. But Y/N didn’t hear a thing for she was so tired with Draco pushing her to confess.

As the first beams of sunlight filtered through the small windows of the Slytherin dungeons, the house's green and silver shades appeared to come to life.

“Wake up! Today’s the day!” Daphne shouted to Pansy and Y/N.

“What day?” Y/N asked, half asleep.

“Are you serious? You forgot about it?” Pansy asked her.

“About what?”

“About the PARTY YOU SILLY!” Daphne shouted.

Oh, shoot. It’s today! The party which was organized by Daphne and Pansy, the party they couldn’t stop talking about.

The girls were already headed to Great Hall when Y/N was done dressing up.

As usual, the boys of Slytherin was waiting for their princesses at the table.

Pansy and Daphne wouldn’t stop talking about the party, how they have been planning this for weeks if not months.

In the middle of their conversation, an owl dropped a box to Y/N. The box had a letter.

You deserve the world. We love & miss you.

Mom & Dad.

And the letter made Y/N realize how homesick she was. She loved Hogwarts, she loved her friends and she loved her Draco but something about her parent’s letter made her miss her home. Maybe it was how the words they use reminded Mr and Mrs. Y/L/N’s relationship to their daughter. They had something Y/N admired. One day she dreams of having with Draco.

“Will you open it already?” said Blaise.

“Oh, let me just-“ she was interrupted by Pansy.

“OH. MY. GOD.” shouted Pansy.

“THAT MUST HAVE COST A FORTUNE.” said Daphne in a shock.

“This is so nice.” Said Draco.

“Aww, thank you guys. I must write them back as soon as I can.” Said Y/N heading towards the exit of the Great Hall.

“I envy how your father cares about you. I guess it is different when you are a girl.” Says a familiar voice.

“OH- You scared me.” Said Y/N shaking.

“Just cool darling.” Said Draco.

“I got this memory of us kids in my head. When we both fell of our broomsticks how your father ran towards you and mine just mocked me.” Said Draco.

“Oh, Dray, I’m sure you are remembering wrong.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, maybe.” Draco said.

The rest of the day went on as usual, the classes and stuff. In the evening there was a rush in girls dorm. Y/N had already picked her dress and she was getting ready for the party when she heard a knock on the door.

“Do you think you can help me with my tie- WHOA.. You look..erm- pretty.” Said Draco. “Heavenly” he whispered to himself.

“Oh, thank you. Yes I sure can.” Y/N said leaning towards him.

There was an undeniable tension and chemistry between them. Their lips were just inches apart. Draco’s grey eyes were fixated on Y/N’s eyes. The more they stay this close, the more Y/N’s hand shook. This was the closeness they were both longing for. It was almost like Draco didn’t want to let her go. Almost.

“So, I was thinking that we can go to party together since I am already here.” Said Draco.

“Yeah, yeah let me just grab my purse.” Y/N agreed.

The Slytherin common room was transformed into a grand party hall, decorated with green and silver banners, glittering streamers, and shining orbs that floated above the dance floor. The room was alive with the sound of music, laughter, and clinking of glasses, as the students of Slytherin danced and chatted, all in their finest clothes. The grand staircase leading to the upper levels of the castle provided the perfect stage for the hosts to make their grand entrance, clad in their finest robes and basking in the admiration of their guests. It was a Slytherin party atmosphere unlike any other, full of luxury, power, and excitement.

Draco instinctively put his hand on Y/N’s back, like he wanted to show everyone who she belonged to. Y/N was shivering for she was longing Draco’s touch for some time now.

Not so long after, a group of Slytherins decided to play the game of spin the bottle. Y/N and Draco were among the group, both secretly hoping the bottle would point to each other.

As the game progressed, the bottle spun round and round, landing on various members of the group. Finally, it was Y/N’s turn. The bottle spun and spun, seeming to take forever to come to a stop. When it finally did, it was pointed towards Cedric Diggory, who grinned eagerly.

Without a second thought, Cedric leaned in for a kiss. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing the kiss to happen.

Draco, who had been watching the entire thing with a scowl, could feel his anger about to boil over. He didn't know why he felt so strongly about Y/N , but he did, and seeing her kiss someone else fueled a fire deep within him.

“My turn.” said Blaise eagerly.

“I am going to call it a night.” said Draco not even glancing a side eye to Y/N.

Guilt was growing inside Y/N’s heart. But she didn’t have any choice. It was all a game after all.

Rest of the party was a usual Slytherin party. With the shock of Draco leaving the party so early, Y/N decided to call it a night, as well.

Next morning, Y/N wanted to see if Draco is doing okay. So before heading to Great Hall for breakfast she decided to stop by Draco’s dorm.

As she knocked on the door, a girl she didn't recognize opened the door of Draco's room.

“Hello?” She asked

“Who is it?” Draco shouted.

“Um-I wanted to-um…” Y/N was stunned. For a moment, she thought she can actually heart the breaking noise of her heart.

Draco came to the door and when he saw Y/N standing, he was frozen. It was clear that he spent the night with this girl.

“We can talk later.” Said Y/n, heartbroken, and jealous at the same time.

She was holding her tears back while walking to Great Hall. Not angry but heartbroken.

Just when she sat to breakfast, she felt a familiar voice approaching.

“Hey, Y/N.” said Cedric.

“Hi Cedric.” said Y/N.

“Is not that the guy she kisses last night?” asked Blaise.

Daphne nodded.

“Can I talk to you in private?” Cedric asked.

“Sure.”

They were headed to the exit of the Great Hall when Y/N felt Draco’s eyes on her when he was walking by.

“So, what is it that you want to ask?” Y/N said.

“I know this might sound ridicolus but I can’t stop thinking about our kiss last night. I was wondering if you would like yo go on a date with me?” “If you would give us the chance to get to know each other better.” Asked Cedric, hesitation can be seen from all over his face.

With the jealousy and broken heart, Y/N didn’t even think for a moment.

“ Yes Cedric.” she smiled.

“Oh, I’m happy now. I will pick you up after dinner tomorrow, so we can go for a drink at Hogsmeade?”

“Sounds like the perfect date.” nodded Y/N.

It clearly was an impulsive decision. It. Clearly. Was. Cedric didn’t even catch Y/N’s attention for once. Except last night, when she had to kiss him. She didn’t had the choice unlike Draco. Draco had the choice to not drag a girl to his dorm.

“What did he want?” Asked Pansy.

“A date.” Y/N answered.

“ A DATE?” Pansy shouted. “Not a chance” she added.

“Actually, I-“ Y/N was imterrupted.

“ Oh no you didn’t” Pansy said.

“ Sure as hell, I did.” Y/N said walking to class.

The next day went on as quickly. Y/N was getting ready for her date when it crossed her mind that she hadn’t seen Draco over a day. For them, it was a record. They were practically inseperable. Not so long ago, at least.

Y/N was headed to Great Hall to meet Cedric when she looked up and saw Draco, Theo and Pansy was sitting by the fireplace just chatting casually.

“Ready for you date?” Pansy asked which caused Draco to look at Y/N angrily.

“What date?” Theo responded.

“Oh, didn’t you hear, she is going on a date with Diggory,” Pansy answered.

“Lucky man got to steal our girl, didn’t he Draco?” Said theo.

Draco didn’t respond, he just nodded. As far as anyone can see, he was devastated.

As Y/N got back from her date, it was already pass midnight. The castle was so quiet as she walked to the dungeons of Slytherin. Y/N opened the door to the common room, only to find out Draco sitting where she left him hours ago.

The fireplace crackling sound in the midnight echoes throughout the empty Slytherin common room, adding an eerie quality to the scene. The pops and crackles of the fire seem to reverberate off the walls, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that feels both calming and unsettling.

Did he waited for her to get back from her date?

As he waits, he stares into the flames, lost in thought. The sound of the fire is the only thing that breaks the silence of the room, and it's as if the fire is the only company he has.

The sound of the fire crackling is also a reminder of the late hour, creating a sense of intimacy and secrecy that seems fitting for the moment.

As Draco waits for you to return, the sound of the fire crackling grows softer and more gentle. It's as if the fire is signaling that something new is about to happen, that a new chapter is about to begin.

“I know I messed up.” said Draco in a rather sad voice.

“I know it should have been me who took you on this date.” he added.

The sound of the fire becomes louder and more chaotic, mirroring the rush of feelings that Y/N is experiencing. It crackles and pops, adding a layer of intensity to the moment. The flames seem to grow brighter, casting an orange glow across the room and making everything feel more dramatic.

Despite the chaos of the fire, Draco's words are clear and heartfelt.

“I know it should have been me who gets to call you his girlfriend.” he finally looked up to Y/N who was in a total shock.

“Draco” she whispered.

“I love you, Y/N Y/L/N.” he whispered. “I have always loved you and only you.”

“And I love you Draco Malfoy.” she added. “I have always waited for you and only you.”

[prettyboypucey]

Being part of the Slytherin family

[mayese]

Winter changes it all - Fourth chapter

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

Synopsis: when your friend needs help, you are willing to help her, no matter what.

Warnings: none

BIG note: hi!! I’ve been away for a long time hahaha I’ve never stopped thinking about this work, and I wrote more chapters, and I think it would be ideal to release more now! Also, I wanted to apologize for the way the reader blows up seemingly just because she couldn’t keep eating breakfast, and I’m sorry for that, but mornings are though to everyone ☕️

Plants on the rescue

A week went by and you were surprised with the number of times you started to meet the twins, most of the time as an accident of course. You started to be comfortable around them, feeling like they were your friends. It´s a shock because, first, they´re Gryffindors. And second, they´re Weasley´s. Sometimes your head hurts when you think too much about it. You were seducing the problems yourself and thought you would regret it. But you were having fun. At least they treated you well and were nice and playful, which was something you liked a lot considering who some of your other friends were and how they acted.

Daphne and Tracy are the only ones you know would be by your side no matter what. Still, you were always alone most of the time, so being with Fred and George made you feel slightly happier, or more comfortable maybe, as if Hogwarts had changed for the better, even if it had changed for the worst after Dumbledore vanished and Umbridge rose to power. And things worsened even more when another one of her rules was hammered against the already full wall. It seemed like she was recruiting people for the Inquisitorial Squad, and you already knew who was going to apply.

"Tomorrow we´ll go to her office," Draco says with a proud smile while Pansy nodded. He wouldn´t shut up for all of the breakfast about Umbridge´s stupid Squad, telling everyone at the table of his plans and basically forcing every Slytherin to do the same, as if. "What do you pretend to do, Greengrass?" Daphne wasn´t paying attention to anything he had just said because she had been much more focused on the Ravenclaw boy she had stayed with a few days ago, becoming the target of Draco´s inquisitory.

"I don´t pretend to join her pathetic little club," she said bleakly, looking him in the eyes before seeping some of her pumpkin juice from her cup, and Malfoy frowned at her answer.

You smirked beside Daphne while you ate the delicious stake, happy that Draco hasn’t bothered to ask you if you would join Umbridge’s club. But he probably knew the answer already. "If the requisite is to have super greasy hair I think he´ll be the first one to be recruited," you whisper to Daphne without looking at her, only hearing her giggle quietly while you smiled. 

The conversation about Umbridge´s squad started to fade away, Daphne continued looking at the boy, Blaize was chatting with Tracy, and Pansy, Draco, Crabbe, and Goyle were talking about what they needed to do to be recruited. Meanwhile, you were eating peacefully in the middle, not sparing a glance at anybody else but your delicious food.

However, you found Blaize´s and Tracy´s chat very interesting when they started to discuss the Quidditch matches that were not far away. You never tried to get on the team because they played so dirty that you felt that if you entered you wouldn´t do anything, you would be bored, probably. But maybe the main reason is that you were unsure of your skills with a broom, and you didn´t feel like getting laughed at if you happened to fall off the broom. So you always watched the games enthusiastically.

You just wish that Umbridge doesn’t touch the Quidditch games with her sharp claws. But for now, the path is clear, and you couldn’t wait for the first match between the Ravenclaws and Gryffindor. You already knew who was probably going to win, but you still liked to cheer for Ravenclaw, quietly of course. Imagine a Slytherin cheering for other houses, not you. At least not out loud.

“Whoever wins we’re going to kick their asses later,” Blaize says with a proud grin to Tracey, and you are sure Tracey’s cheeks reddened a bit.

You looked back at the table, wondering what you were going to eat next for dessert, choosing to take a little bit of apple tart. You dig the spoon on the piece you took and got ready to eat it when Daphne startled you with her sudden call for your name.

“C’mon, I need your help to do an essay,” she said before getting up, but you continued sitting, weirded out by her sudden need for help.

“No! This tart is awesome-“

“Sinclair!” You frowned at her lack of good behavior, quickly eating two or three pieces of the tart before getting up and going away from the table with a furious sigh while she followed you.

When you exit the Great Hall you turned to Daphne, stopping her. “Why the fuck did you do that? You don’t have any essays! And you know how much I love that fucking tart!” Yes, it was a lame excuse to get angry, but today you weren’t in the mood.

If she wanted to talk, she could have said so to you.

“Look, I’m sorry. I just,” she said, pausing and looking both ways and you rolled your eyes. What was she going to say that nobody could hear? “I saw you with the Weasleys yesterday, near the principal courtyard, yes?”

Fuck. You didn’t want people to know you talked to them, like, talking in a friendly way and not insulting them every time you meet them. "With the twins? C´mon, you can´t possibly think I would talk to them spontaneously! I would ne-" Before you could continue stating the facts on why you wouldn´t talk to them, Daphne cut you.

“Look, I won’t say a thing. You know me,” she said, looking at you with a tiny smile. “And I know what kind of trouble you could get into for just talking to someone like them. So, even if you don’t help, I swear I’ll take this secret to the grave.” She puts her palm on her chest and closes her eyes, giggling while you chuckled.

Well, it isn’t as if you tried to hide the fact that you talked to the twins when you were in the halls or something, and it isn’t as if half of your Slytherin colleagues didn’t know you talked to them and already eyed you suspiciously. But you still wanted to keep it a secret, at least in a way that your parents don’t find out.

"What about it?" What could she possibly want with them?

"I knew you wouldn´t refuse to help your sweat friend," she screeched and grabbed your arm, making you walk along with her.

"Don´t push it," you warn, but she seems to have not heard it. “Anyways, what do you think that I can do for whatever you want?"

She stops you from walking, standing in front of you with a more stern look on her face. "I know it will sound stupid, but, remember Roger?"

You rolled your eyes at her question. "How could I not? You´re always talking about him non-stop." She snickers at your comment before you ask her what you should do. "But weren’t you sticking your tongue on his mouth early this morning? Why do I have to ask for help from the twins if you already know the guy?” You ask, genuinely curious and a bit frustrated by the fact that you had no idea how to help Daphne, and you were sure you would embarrass yourself in front of the two pranksters because of her.

"I- He told me he couldn’t see me anymore. Even though we just snogged for like, 5 minutes,” she said, whispering the last part completely bewildered. “He said that his parents wouldn’t approve and such, and I was baffled you know? The way he talked to me before we even tried anything made me think he actually liked me.” Suddenly you felt like this wasn’t a playful conversation anymore since Daphne seemed more serious, each word being pronounced like she was in pain.

You instantly wrapped your arms around her, squishing her body gently and stroking her back. “I’m not sure if I like that guy anymore, but if you really want to try again, I’ll help,” you say in her ear, not knowing if that was the right thing to do.

On one side, the guy seems like an asshole for pushing Daphne away like that after everything just because she´s a Slytherin. But on the other hand, she genuinely liked him, and you knew she wouldn’t give up that easily, even if he’s a douchebag.

“Thank you,” she said softly before taking a step back away from you, breaking the hug. “So, I’m thinking you should make them throw a party!” She said excitedly, and you chuckled, baffled by her idea and happy that she seemed to have recovered from the talk she had earlier.

“Sure, Daph,” you said with a giggle before you two walked away from the great hall, talking about how would you be able to help Daphne.

After attending your first class that afternoon you were on your way to the other one, walking around the halls while everybody around you did the same. However, your peace of mind was disrupted when Fred caught up on you, greeting you with his usual brightness that you weren´t sure made you nauseated anymore.

"Hello there gorgeous," he said while you two walked beside each other. And even without looking you felt his height, like, literally felt it. If you looked at him you were sure you would have to look up, and indeed you always had. 

You also remembered that Daphne asked you to talk with Fred, but you’re not sure if you should do it since you and Fred started talking more or less than some weeks ago.

You sigh in frustration, stopping your walk to your next class to look at him. “I already told you yesterday to cut that off,” you whisper to him, clearly irritated by the fact that he was very dear to your likes. It’s just that you don’t want to get that close to him, you just like his company. “Anyways, shouldn’t you be training for the game?” You ask so as not to let him answer what you said before.

“It’s going to begin in a couple of minutes,” he informs with a smirk, which indicated the upcoming of something you wouldn’t want to hear. “But, how could I not call you gorgeous, Sinclair?” He asks, faking to be shocked before trying to touch your face. However, you stop him by grabbing his hand, glaring at him deadly.

“Don’t,” you say menacingly but Fred keeps on looking at you with something in his eyes, something you can’t quite figure out yet. However, your eyes travel from his brown ones to his hand, and you immediately see something you had shamefully forgotten. “Merlin… Does it-“

Before you could say another word he abruptly takes his hand away, putting them in his pockets before smiling at you. “It’s always so nice to meet you my dear, but now I’ll have to go or Oliver may murder me when I arrive late to the pitch!” He says, and you didn’t have a second to say something while he walked away backwards from you.

"Goodbye darling!" He shouts, making every student that was present look at him before he turns around, disappearing through the halls and leaving you alone again. How could you have forgotten about the awful scar on his hand? You can´t imagine how painful that must be, which made you think about how well he hides the pain. 

"Hey!" Luna showed up suddenly behind you and startled you, greeting you softly, probably not acknowledging the fact that she almost gave you a heart attack.

“Luna.” You smile at her half-heartedly, still recovering from the scare she gave you. “Do you plan on watching the game?" You ask before walking to your class along with the blonde girl.

"Of course," she answered with her usual calmness. "I just hope Ravenclaw wins this time." You chuckle at her wish since you share it, but if you were being real, Ravenclaw would have low chances this year.

You and her enter the room and before you split up to go sit at your tables. You sit beside Tracey, greeting her with a quick hi. "I´m so glad Professor Sprout decided to give as a theoric lesson," you say with relief.

"Yes! Last time I pared up with Ron and he almost threw up on me because he touched the weed´s pus," Tracey said bitterly, remembering how awful it went when she was paired up with other people. Meanwhile, Professor Sprout entered the classroom, quickly starting her class.

Today you would be learning about something that perked up your interest the moment you heard Professor Sprout begin to talk, magic plants with healing powers. Your shameful moment from moments ago replayed itself in your head again, and you found it quite exciting to be learning this since you could use it for something. Were you really thinking he would accept your help? Would he really trust you with something like that? Maybe he would have his reasons to think that you would poison him.

Sometime later, Professor Sprout began with her questions which only Neville seemed able to answer. "So, can somebody tell me three examples of plants with healing powers?" She looked around the classroom with hopeful eyes, but to her desmise, she only saw Neville´s arm up while the rest of the class kept quiet.

You also looked around, seeing some students even dozing off. Next to you, Tracey was writing something that was definitely not related to Herbology, perhaps an essay she had to finish. 

“Just one example, Neville,” Professor Sprout said before sighing tiredly while Neville smiled before answering.

“Dittany,” he says simply, and Sprout nods in agreement before explaining what the plant did.

“Dittany is used in the Wiggenweld Potion. It is a healing potion with the power to awake someone from a magically-induce sleep,” she explains. “It can also be used to ease powerful stomach aches.” She added before looking around the class one more time. “So, can someone give me two more examples?”

Once again, nobody said anything. You peeped at Neville, watching as the boy tried to suppress the urge to raise his arm. It was almost hilarious how excited he was while the rest of your colleagues where almost dying of boredom. You guess he’s just passionate about Herbology.

Suddenly, Hannah Abbot, who sat two rows behind Neville, raised her arm, making an excited smile crack on Professor’s Sprout face, like as if her face had lit up.

“Go on, Hannah,” she encouraged, and you looked at the girl just like Neville did, curious about what she was going to say.

“Fluxweed and… Murtlap?” She answered slowly, unsure of the last thing she said. You had no idea if she was right, and so you glanced back at your teacher while Tracey was still caught up on her paper.

“You got one right, darling,” Sprout said with a smile. “Fluxweed is also used on a potion, the Polyjuice potion. But it can also be used to mend broken bones, to heal or stitch open wounds and also relieve stomach aches!” Your ears perked up even more the moment professor Sprout said the last part, and so you scribbled quickly the name of the plant on your paper, just for future reference and use.

“However, murtlap is not a plant, it is an animal. Murtlap essence is strained from their tentacles and therefore it is used to sooth and heal cuts and abrasions,” she says calmly while looking at Annah with a smile. “So anyone can give me one last example?”

You scribble again, “murtlap”. That’s perfect for Fred’s hand, hopefully you would be able to help him. But why were you desiring to help him? He didn’t even said that if it still hurts, and you don’t owe him anything.

But that’s when it hits you. If you help him with the wound, he may help you with Daphne’s thing. That way you wouldn’t owe him anything when you ask for his help. A favor for a favor. Alright, you think. Let’s hunt some murtlaps.

[hannshines]

Hunger Games x FlintWood Au

A Hunger Games Au where Marcus participates in the games for his sister to help her win (even if he had to die for it) and Oliver is another of the participants refusing to kill anyone.

Pt.1 (here)

Pt.2: More tributes

Read in Ao3

Update:

Well I abandoned the fic jiji, but I made a post with the ideas I had for the whole fic in case you like to read it 😩

Read here

[girllblogging777]

First, thank you in advance for answering these questions—I know it can be a lot all at once.

So I wanted to know, what are your thoughts on the Slytherin girls? How are they in your DR? Could you tell us more about them, like their personalities, friendships, and dynamics within the group? Have any of them ever been in a relationship with any of the Slytherin boys or other students?

Also, do they (Slytherin boys as well) have any hidden talents or interests that aren’t well-known? How do they interact with students from other houses? Are there any memorable moments or conflicts involving them that stand out? And what’s their relationship like with Snape or other professors?

(I'm not a fan of Pansy for a lot of reasons, but I'm curious to know how she is in your DR lol ;), as well as the other girls cause we don’t know much about them so I’d love to hear your thoughts and your based experiences if you have any with them 🫶🏼)

hi, thank you so much for your questions ! that’s super interesting, but unfortunately i haven’t shifted to hogwarts (yet) so i’m afraid i can’t answer based off my experience.

i’m assuming that by the slytherin girls you mean pansy, daphne & astoria (tell me if i forgot someone) i haven’t scripted anything in particular about them or their relationship with the others, but i promise i’ll come back to you when i shift :)

if anyone who sees this has shifted, feel free to reblog and tell me about your experience, i’m very curious !

[rewritingcanon]

hello I'm just here to jump on the sapphic daphne truther train that woman is a lesbian and I will hear nothing else I refuse to believe she tolerates a man let alone ends up married to one

and she does not want marriage or kids at all she has a successful high stress career that she thrives off like Claire from fleabag and a longterm girlfriend who she spoils thank you very much

she deserves to be a lesbian

in fact I'm gonna be honest I think pretty much every woman in this franchise deserves to be a lesbian I never want to hear about a man ever again actually bye

this escalated but I stand by it <3

so real lesbian daphne ftw 🔥 shes addicted to stress and work thats whats shes married to at the end of the day

also this just in but there actually isnt any male characters in harry potter they were all secretly women the entire time!! so they are all lesbians 🤫

we know what you are

[libbnott]

Everyday is Galentines day 🩷

[evycloudberry]

This is my first Draco imagine, I wrote it in a way that would let the reader some free mind choices, and to suit any year they wish (well probably not the first 2😅).

There’s no disclaimer, but if you want to be picky there are some swearings.

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Friend-ship -Draco Malfoy

It was the final morning period, and the two of them were on their way to Snape's classroom after finishing the task of restocking and inventorying his storage room. Astrid was once again assisting Draco, who had received detention for the second time that week. His first detention had been with Mrs. Pomfrey, where he was tasked with taking care of the plants in the back greenhouse and organizing the area. Initially, he had insisted on doing it alone, as he didn't mind the solitary work. However, Astrid had convinced him otherwise with a few persuasive arguments. Today, he found her waiting for him in front of Snape's storage room, inventory list in hand. Draco decided not to argue this time and got to work. It took them the full two hours until lunch to complete the task.

Once they were done, she walked with him to the Potions class but waited outside as he handed Snape the inventory list. She overheard Snape's comment, "I am glad you have friends to stand up for. Don't take advantage of their kindness by letting them do your detention work." Draco remained silent, and as she heard his footsteps approaching, she instinctively took a few steps back, finding the stone wall suddenly fascinating.

As they walked to the Great Hall together, she spoke first, "Thank you, Draco."

"What are you thanking me for?" he asked.

"I know why you got detention today," she replied.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he retorted.

"No matter what people say, you are a great friend. That's why, maybe next time, just let them run their mouths. No one should get detention for defending their friend's honor in their absence. That's absurd, even from Snape. Also, I feel guilty when I know I am the reason you got detention."

"Now who's absurd? I didn't get detention for you," he replied, turning and continuing to walk.

"Hurry up, I am starving!"

Of course, when they arrived, everyone had already finished eating and was chattering. Astrid sat between Daphné and Theo. Daphné was engaged in conversation with some Hufflepuff girls, gossiping about some dramas that had been circulating around the school for some time now, with no concrete evidence.

"Say, Astrid, how's the storage room?" Theo asked, his gaze shifting to Draco sitting across from him. Blaise playfully dropped an arm around Draco's shoulder, smirking at Theo, clearly finding the situation amusing.

Since the beginning of the year, they had been trying to set Draco and Astrid up as a couple, claiming they would be a perfect match for each other. However, neither of them played along with the idea. Draco saw it as impractical, not viewing Astrid in a romantic light, and Astrid simply laughed it off, as she ‘had her eye on someone else’ she often said. In their first year, she may have had a minor crush on Draco, but it had long passed. Her friend, Olivia, had developed a crush on Draco unpractically at the same time. Astrid and Olivia had met on the train to Hogwarts during their first journey to the school. They had both helped Hermione and Neville search for Neville's escaped frog. During that search, they had their first encounter with Draco. Olivia had always been very open and verbal on her feelings. So when Astrid realized she might have a crush on Draco too, she dismissed those feelings, not only because her friendship with Olivia was more important, but also because she couldn't be sure of what she was feeling at the age of 11. As the years passed, Olivia's crush on Draco didn't wane, and she began referring to it as "love." She made no effort to hide her affection, but Draco consistently maintained that she was just a friend.

"Well, it looks better than it did two hours ago. Honestly, I believe Snape only assigns detentions as an opportunity to avoid doing the work himself. It's quite strenuous!" Astrid commented.

The boys laughed.

They ate a bit more before heading out. Just as they left, a voice called out to Astrid from behind. Pansy asked if they should wait, but Astrid declined, telling her friends to go ahead.

Pansy led the way, pulling Theo and Blaise to follow.

"Hey, Oliver. Everything alright?" Astrid inquired.

"Great," he replied. "Listen, I keep saying it, but the other day I’d you would not have help me, I don’t know what would would have happened! So I want to thank you properly. Would you spend some time with me on Saturday?"

Astrid blinked a few times, surprised. It wasn't the first time she had helped Oliver with some tasks, and he had done the same for her when needed. They knew they could rely on each other.

"I know it's a bit last minute and out of nowhere, so if..."

"It's okay," Astrid interrupted. "I don't have anything planned for Saturday, so sure."

"Really?" Oliver beamed. "That's fantastic! In that case, I'll wait for you at the clock tower at 4o'clock."

"Perfect, 4 o'clock on Saturday," Astrid confirmed with a warm smile.

"Oh, and just a heads up, wear some comfortable shoes," Oliver added before heading off.

Astrid happily agreed, saying, "Good, comfy shoes, noted."

She arrived on time for her History of Magic class. Professor Binns, as usual, was delivering lengthy lectures. Astrid enjoyed the class, unlike some of her friends, and was diligently taking notes. While she was in the middle of taking notes, a paper butterfly landed on her desk, catching Blaise's attention as well.

Opening the note, it asked, "Did Oliver came to talk to you?" She looked up to see Emma and Kelly, two Hufflepuff girls she didn't particularly like, staring at her.

In response, she gave them a big smile and crushed the note in her hand before returning her attention to Binns. Unfortunately, her action prompted a second note: "You said yes!? That's vile! You don't even like him!" She glanced at Emma and Kelly, who were now glaring at her.

Astrid shrugged in response to their disapproval, once again crushing the note.

The afternoon passed quickly, and Astrid spent some time studying in the library with Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Cho. Despite being in different houses, they had a strong friendship.

Once their study session was over, they walked together to dinner.

"I sometimes can't believe you're in Slytherin," Blaise remarked.

"Don't be close-minded, Blaise," Astrid replied.

"He's right, Astrid," Pansy chimed in. "I love you, but I've had my doubts too."

"Blaise, get out of Pansy's body!" Astrid teased, giving her a playful nudge.

They laughed until Astrid noticed the serious expression on Draco's face. Olivia was sitting beside him, talking about something, but he clearly wasn't listening.

"Draco?" Astrid tried to get his attention.

"Draco! Hey!" She waved her hand in front of him. He frowned at her before abruptly standing up and heading out.

"Draco?" They called out together.

"Did something happen?" Astrid inquired.

"No," they answered almost in unison

"Was he like that all day?" Theo asked.

"He actually listened in Binns' class!" he exclaimed. "Took notes and all."

"On the contrary of you, Astrid." Pointed Blaise arching an eyebrow

"That's not true, I took notes!"

"Yeah, between receiving notes," he chimed in.

Everyone around them agreed, "You people need to mind your own lives."

"Well, I am worried you won't get top marks. You're the best, and without your brain, we won't get enough points to win the cup. We can't have you distracted," Olivia expressed her concern.

"The points don't count just for me, Olivia," Astrid replied, taking a sip of water.

"What did Emma write to you anyway?" Pansy inquired.

A brief silence fell, and Pansy had to repeat the question.

"She wanted to know if Oliver had talked to me."

"Ah, that girl!" Olivia responded, sounding annoyed.

"What did Oliver talk to you about, by the way?" Theo suddenly remembered their encounter after lunch.

"I think he asked me out."

"What do you mean, you think?" Pansy asked.

"Like a date?" Blaise questioned.

"Well, he wanted to do a little gesture to thank me for all those times I helped him around... I don't know if it's a date."

Olivia beamed, her smile reaching her ears, while the others seemed unusually quiet. To Astrid's surprise.

"You said yes, right? Oh, I am so happy!" Olivia exclaimed.

Besides her glee, the mood had oddly shifted to awkwardness.

"I did," Astrid answered awkwardly, mirroring the mood, very confused.

"Oh, that's so exciting! Where is he taking you?"

"I'm not sure... he just said to wear comfy shoes."

"Oh, whoa! I guess he's going to surprise you!" Olivia's enthusiasm was contagious, but for some reason, Astrid smile, but couldn't match her glee.

[avalynlestrange]

Opposite

Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Reader: she/her pronouns, no house mentioned but are friends with the Slytherin Squad and Hufflepuff Faction <3

Warnings: swearing, mentions of underage drinking, implied sex-no smut. It’s literally a sentence- (Please let me know if I missed any)

Category: Angst, One-Shot, Songfic, ex-boyfriend, on and off relationship, jealousy, no use of y/n

Summary: In which Mattheo has a new girlfriend and she looks nothing like you.

So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public.  You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.

Request: anon requested

Author’s Note: I hope this is to your liking <3

Word Count: <2k

To The Library (Main Masterlist) To The Kitchen (WIPs) To emails i can't send fwd: Anthology To more Mattheo Riddle fics

You are in the astronomy tower for your evening lesson, and you hear giggling next to you.

“Mattheo says I’m his type.”

Your ears prickle at the mention of his name. 

Oh, so you do have a type? And it's not me.

You brush off the memory of the argument you had with Mattheo the previous year when he would rather drink a shot than tell everyone at the party what his type was. That action stung even to the present day. You remember him defending himself saying that everyone knew you were his girlfriend and that he didn’t need to describe you. It still would have been nice to hear.

“He’s been writing to me all summer.” The same voice spills more tea to her friends.

Oh, so you can reply? Just to not me. 

All summer you had hoped that Mattheo would write to you taking back the harsh words exchanged in your heated break-up a few weeks before the holidays. You sent him a postcard from Paris saying you wished he was with you, but you never got a response. You didn’t think anything of it since it was just a postcard, and he never usually replies to them.

Ever since then, the closest you have ever had to talking was during potions where you asked him to pass the jar of bat wings.

That was a week ago.

You now hear the same group of voices ask about you, to which the girl responds, “He says he’s over her and wants something new. He’s so obsessed with my eyes.”

You can’t tell if she’s speaking loudly for your benefit, but you certainly know that she is aware of your vicinity now as Pansy swears at them and throws them the finger. You quickly grab your friend’s arm and gently move her away.

Despite your better judgement, you turn to look at the person speaking about your ex-boyfriend as you stride to the other side of the room.

‘If you wanted those colour eyes. I could have got contacts.’

“Ignore them. You deserve better anyways.” Pansy tries to reassure you. You nod in agreement, but you can’t shake the uneasiness you feel when you look at Mattheo and he’s looking at her.

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“Pass me the butter?” Daphne requests. 

Your head feels faint and wobble the butter dish nearly dropping the lid, and the whole butter itself, into Pansy’s hot chocolate.

“That’s not the dairy I want in my cup.” Pansy jokes. She takes the dish off your hands and passes it over to Daphne.

“You look like a panda. Are you feeling alright?” Tracey asks, taking a bite out of her breakfast. She calls your name when you don’t reply. 

Your eyes give the great hall a once over and notice that the person haunting your nights is not at his usual seat with his friends. 

“He’s on a date in Hogsmeade.” Informed Susan. “I heard Annlynn brag about it last night in the common room.”

You saw Pansy glare at Susan.

“What? Ow! Why did you kick me?” Susan reaches down to rub her hurt shin.

So y'all are in Hogsmeade now? Guess it's public. 

You recall what Annlynn looks like and note that she has a face like that other girl you're in love with. The one in that movie you both watched again and again since it was his favourite. You scoff. ‘You knew I would see that. You knew I would notice.’ You think to yourself.

“Guys it’s fine. His loss and besides she looks nothing like me.” You can't really tell, should you be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite. You see your friends look at each other and then at you.

“Yes girly! Let’s go shopping and show him what he’s missing!” Pansy hypes you up as she raises her teacup and you all clink.

“Hear hear!”

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Browsing the racks in Galdrags Wizardwear, you have two outfits on hangers in your hands. You head over to the mirror stand by the shop’s main window frame and alternate putting the outfits in front of you. Your eyes look outside, and you catch them holding hands.

With the mirror in front of you, you couldn’t help comparing yourself and the girl he has in his arms.

‘She looks nothing like me. So why do you look so happy?’

Now you think you get the cause of it. He was holding out to find the opposite. From your hair to your eyes to your style. Even when you changed your hair because he said you looked better if you had it styled that way. It’s all the opposite of her.

And you know now, even if you tried to change that somehow, he’d end up with her anyway.

You snap out of your head when Megan scares you from behind. “You’d look cute in either.”

“Get both!” You hear Millicent from the other side of the room.

You smile and it fades when you lock eyes with Mattheo.

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He was with her longer than you thought they would be. It’s been weeks now. Gazing at the ceiling of your four-post bed, many questions swirl around your mind.

When you argue, does she say nothing so you feel good? When you’re at parties, does she step out of the spotlight so you bathe in it?  When you’re alone, does she get up on top of you more than I would? When you capture her in your sketchbook, does she just love the picture 'cause you're painting it?

“Are you coming?” Your dorm mate calls to you.

It’s the first official match of the year. Slytherin vs Gryffindor. Although you protested not attending and insisted you’d rather stay inside your friends won even though it’s a rainy November. 

You grab your umbrella and raincoat and tread your way to the quidditch pitch. The crowd in the stands were wild in anticipation. Susan beckons you to sit with them, and they’re all dressed devoid of house colours. 

The students cheered for every goal scored and every goal saved. You scream and laugh to your heart's content. The feeling is freeing, and the autumn showers subside. Whizzing brooms and bludgers make you forget about the one boy on the team playing that still held your heart.

At least not until the whistle blows and Mattheo flies toward your stand. The beat of your heart pounds fast in your chest. Is he going to whisk you away like that the first time you broke up? Then your heart falls heavy and your lungs dispel all the hope in your body as you watch him take off with her.

Only it wasn’t Annlynn. But they do have the same features. 

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It was a bad idea from the start. Studying with your shared friendship circle. But you had missed him. The only time you ever get to interact with him was in group settings.

He was seated beside you for two hours. You’d ask him what he wrote for certain questions, and he’d reply politely. Like he was talking to a stranger, not an old friend. But you take it. You take whatever communication you could get.

You ask once more for his answer to a defence against the dark arts question however, before he could reply, his chair is pulled back, and a girl sits on his lap.

You look away at the public display of affection they share. The nib of your quill ruined by the pressure you place on it.

“Get a room!” You hear Blaise chuckle. 

You whip your head to see Mattheo standing, his arm wraps around her. “Let’s go Harper.”

“Get it boy!” Blaise winks at him. Mattheo shakes his head laughing.

They’ve all looked nothing like you. So why does he look so happy? He really must have been holding out to find the opposite.

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At the after-party for Slytherin’s win against Ravenclaw, all were present in the great hall. You fill up your cup with whatever fruit blend was in the punch bowl.

“Hey there! Care to Dance?” A quick glance at Mattheo and his date and you take the hand of one Anthony Goldstein.

You danced the night away and had nearly seven cups of the now alcoholic punch bowl, thank you Weasley twins. You tried everything to forget that Mattheo once again was with another girl who doesn’t resemble you. 

Throughout the night your eyes darted to Mattheo and his new girl. The only time their lips were apart was when he would take a swig out of his cup. Every time you saw them, you took a gulp out of yours.

Now, you weren’t drunk per se, but you were feeling a little dizzy after twirling and swaying to the music. You see them walk out of the hall and you couldn’t take it anymore. 

You decide to head outside for some air. You wipe a tear off your face with the back of your hand. 

Whilst opening the courtyard door, you bump into someone. You catch yourself on to the biceps of the person.

“Oh my! You must work out!” The words come out as easily as you sipped the alcohol that caused the bravery.

“Careful darling wouldn’t want your date to think you’re hitting on me.” At the sound of Mattheo’s voice, you curse quietly. You take your heels off and walk away. Footsteps seem to be following you.

“How is Goldstein?” Mattheo asks, pronouncing the name slowly, a hard expression on his face.

You sit on one of the stone arch windows. The cold surface cools you down slightly.

“Oh, he is fine as hell!” You glare at him and with bitterness in your voice you ask, “How is clone number 4?” 

You roll around a gobstone you find on the floor with your foot and kick it a bit too hard toward Mattheo.

“Her name is Maya. Why do you care anyway?” He kicks the stone back to you.

“I care but I don't!” Your volume is lower, your shoulders slouch, and your neck tilts downwards. “Just wondering when… all those times you… you said I'm beautiful. Was I being lied to?”

Looking up at him, you can’t tell if his expression is soft, or it is because your eyes are starting to water. When he says nothing, you carry on.

“She looks nothing like me. Can't really tell should I be tryna take it as a compliment? It's kinda feeling like the opposite.”

He takes a step forward and you hear him whisper your name. “You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever known.”

You laugh scornfully. “Then why are you with her and not back with me?”

Mattheo runs his hands through his hair and holds them in his fists. “Because you were right!”

Your brows furrow. He continues, “Darling, I’m not good enough for you!”

“I have never said that!” 

Flashbacks to your argument run through your mind. It might have slipped out. You can’t remember. It was all a blur. You don’t even recall the reason why you broke up this time. Whatever was said you were sure you never meant it. You never meant to hurt him like this.

“But it’s true! You deserve more than what I can give you. You deserve the world darling.” He takes another step towards you.

You look up and his eyes meet with yours.

“I don’t want the world. I want you.”

That’s all it took for his walls to crash down as his lips crashes yours.

[slytheringangstuff]

𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓀𝑒𝓃 𝐵𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈

Theo: Have you ever broken a bone?

y/n: Oh, I have.

Theo: Did it hurt?

y/n: No. Not really.

Theo: Oh, so which bone did you break?

y/n: Draco's arm.

Draco: It's not funny. It really hurt.

[lazuli-writes]

Outtakes - 25 quotes from the Silver Quartet

summary: 25 random quotes from each member of the Silver Quartet.

genre: angst / fluff / humor

estimated word count: 1400 words

a/n: Just trying to get back into writing more. I have so much stuff for this series, but I’m struggling to refine it. Here’s a droplet fic for Slytherin’s resident four horsemen. Remember folks, copying other people’s works is plagiarism and that’s illegal. Don’t be that kind of person. Anyways, hope you all enjoy it :)

©little-lazuli. Do not copy, repost, or translate without permission

Tracey

“Areyougoinhtoeatthat?”

“It must be the galleons talking.”

“We’re like a failed Monty Python.”

“If having half the prat-blood you have makes me less than, than I’ll happily be less than.”

“So the beast wouldn’t attack any of us, right… just asking.”

“You filthy barbarian, fish and chips are a DELICACY! What are you, AMERICAN?!”

“What would your mum do if we were to break the uncooked pasta noodles?”

“Fun fact: I don’t care.”

“There’s enough oil in Snape’s hair to satisfy the needs of English fish frying for at least a decade.”

“I’m a witch, not a prophet.”

“I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furio- not a single one of you know which film I’m quoting right now.”

“Banoffee pie was a gift from the heavens.”

“Oh please, by the time we reach your age Professor, I’m sure at least one of us will have made a name for ourselves other than being stuck in a castle teaching delinquents the refined arts of magical cooking.”

“Run Theo! Run” *cue the laughter as she watches Theo run from being disciplined by Bartholomew Greengrass.

“I want the skeletons. Oh and the jewelry please!!”

“It’s almost as if I don’t care.”

“Daph, you’re forgetting the fact that Ron and Theo share the same braincell… Wait… I forgot you don’t know what a brain cell is.”

“Mutually assured destruction. Truce?”

“What crawled up her butt and died?”

“Oui oui” “Tracey I am Italian, NOT FRENCH!” “Yeah yeah whatever.”

“That’s a lot of deathies. They would probably need multiple Potters going separate ways to possibly make an escape.”

“Ron you’d be Ginger Spice, Daphne you’d be Posh Spice, Theo is Baby Spice and of course I’d be Scary Spice-“ “why can’t I be sporty spicy” “because you can’t even say their name correctly Theo.”

“Do you think you’ll find something as perfect as they did?”

“Over the hills and a long way off…”

“Theo… I’ll be with you soon…”

Daphne

“So the first place you choose to hide is in a room with dead bodies?”

“She looks like the love child of a troll and a fairy.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“Ronald, why is our potion pink?”

“Father is gonna kill you two for going into the chamber you know…”

“You. Ate. My. Cauldron. Cakes.”

“You tell Ron anything and I WILL tell Tracey how you find her lips very interesting lately.”

“For a dirty stray, he does kind of look like Falkor.”

“You won’t look like that when you get old, right Ron?”

“So blue is out of the question. I guess the typical silver would look nice.”

“Do you think he found u-AHHHHHHH!”

“All I know is that I lay claim to any and all dresses, cloaks, shawls and the likes. Any clothes in this room is MINE.”

“A quintaped has five limbs.”

“Harpy, veela, vulture… same thing.”

“He’s more of a man than you will ever be.”

“It was Theo and Ron’s idea.”

“He had the breath of a damn merling!”

“You gave my parents the greatest gift they could have ever gotten in that moment… hope that their daughters… their family will survive this war. You gave them hope.”

“Not even death can dispute my love for you, Ronald Bilius Weasley. I would be blessed to be able to call you my love, my partner, my friend and my husband for eternity. By these vows… I declare, I do.”

“I think insanity is a social construct. We may think he’s unhinged beyond compare… but he’s definitely the hero in her world.”

“I killed a child Ron! How can you still look me in the eye and say you love me! HOW?”

“I’ve never killed a mutt before.”

“He asked to take my name. He felt that he had no right to give a name he was deemed unworthy of.”

“It is hard to play a game when you don’t know the rules.”

“Say hello to mother and father for me sis. I’m gonna miss you… so much.”

Theodore

“Why do you look like that?”

“Sectersuper?” “Sectum—sempra” “shut up Weasley.”

“Auntie!! Daphne and Tracey are breaking the pasta noodles!”

“You have troll breath.”

“You didn’t have to do that. You’re not bad Weasley. Not bad at all.”

“I would have called him a filthy spawn of inbreeding but then… that would have also… applied… to-“ “SHUT UP THEO!” “What, it’s the truth Daph!”

“Oh yes, because the lion is the most amazing creature in the world. *eye roll* When a lion talks and starts killing witches and wizards, talk to me then Weasel.”

“I didn’t mean for Malfoy to call you Weasel. Accident, truly it was!”

“Why are you always staring at Ron?”

“Why would he think he even had a chance with Trace?! He looks like the love child of a hag and a house elf.”

“I’m telling you my dear cousin, that Malfoy has been staring at Ronald’s bottom almost as much as he was staring at yours.”

“I’m gonna be a rich man!!” “You already are a rich man Theo.” “Then I’m gonna be an even richer man!! I call dibs on all weapons!!”

“I don’t know why!! I was too busy saving your sister to think ‘oh how much money is this worth’.”

“It’s not my fault you failed to save mother.”

“God save the witches and wizards.”

“I’m not staring at Tracey you imbecile!”

“You cannot be both annoying and lacking magical prowess. Please pick one failure to endure.”

“If you must know, banoffee pie is actually scrumptious. If you are going to advertise your lack of taste, please do so away from my presence.”

“Why do we have to go back to Ron’s old bat of an aunt? She’s so mean.”

“If you wanna be my friend… you gotta get with my… other friends.” “Horrible rendition sporty spicy.” “Shut up Ron!!”

“I wanna live in a small cottage when I choose to settle down. I want a place surrounded and engulfed by all of my favorite plants.”

“Still got troll breath I see.”

“I wish I could see what is it you see every time you look at me Trace.”

“I love her. So damn much.”

“DON’T YOU TOUCH HER!!!”

Ronald

“Do you have an eye problem?”

“Theo has a bag of bezoars for a brain.”

“Daphne will kill us if she knows what we’re doing and Tracey will laugh at us if we get hurt. I already know.”

“Stupid mirror.”

“You hear that Tracey, us peasants mustn’t talk anymore.”

“Do you think Snape has a pet under that robe? He always smells.”

“Potter, Granger and Longbottom seem to have this obsession with all things ‘not their business’ that it’s actually quite funny at times.”

“Me and you remember Valentine’s Day very differently.”

“Bill and Charlie ran away the first chance they got. Percy has a superiority complex, Fred is sadistic. George just thinks Fred’s farts smell amazing, and Ginny has this weird habit of hero worshipping people who aren’t heroes.”

“Theo… could you think of anything else other than… her.” “Shove off and stay out of my head Ron.”

“Bloody bint… that thing is worse than Snape…” “Ron that was a quintaped.” “An ugly one at that!”

“Some of my family has this… belief that I’ve been ingenuous about my character. When really, they just don’t seem to understand me all that much.”

“I.. don’t know… I can’t find the words to tell you how I’m feeling Daph.”

“Muggles do have the big boom booms. What are they called again? Nookies?” “Nukes Ron.” “Oh.”

“How do you think she’ll kill us for leaving? Do you think she’ll really castrate me?”

“You want to… marry me? Why?”

“Auntie, if you turn me away now, I’m literally gonna slap you with my hand.” *proceeds to wave his amputated arm, much to the silent horror of Muriel Prewett*

“There will never be a second in this lifetime or the next, that I will ever stop loving you Daphne. You bless me with the honor of being able to call you mine and I yours. By these vows I declare, I do.”

“Still sour about the Manor Lady Lestrange? If it’s any consolation, your husband’s wand works wonderfully.”

“I mean I could… but why would I want to do that Daph?”

“All I ever wanted was to be a real Weasley, dad. And I fucked that up the moment that hat screamed Slytherin.”

“And now we are both here. Rotting in Azkaban. Yet only one of us has any chance of leaving.”

“You what?” “I gave birth Ron.” “. . .You were pregnant?”

“This is your grandma and grandpa. That’s your aunties Tracey and Tori, and your funny uncle Theo.”

“Daphne did you hear!! Albus is a Slytherin HAHAHAHAHAH I can’t wait to shove that in Ginny and Harry’s face.”