#draco being a sap

[lucien0501]

JEALOUS (Drarry fic)

Description: Draco and Harry live together in Grimauld place to look after Teddy Lupin (Draco's cousin and Harry's godson). Draco comes home after a casual hookup covered in evidence, which reveals to them both exactly how intense their feelings have become. And it's dual pov! This fic is pretty angsty, but in a fun oh-my-gosh-they're-so-damn-oblivious-and-in-love way:)

Warnings: NSFW themes, extreme innuendo (no smut tho sorry), harry is jealous, ANGST swearing, I think that's it? Let me know if I missed any, and sorry in advance if I did!!

Note: I do not support the views of the author (I am a trans person so....no🤬) but I love these very gay characters very much!

1k words!

Harry Potter was definitely not waiting for Draco to come home. He was simply sitting on the couch with a good view of the door, doing paperwork he didn't need to start until Wednesday. It wasn't like him and Malfoy were close anyway. They only lived together to make it easier to share custody of Teddy (Harry's godson and Draco's cousin). He yawned, glancing over at the clock on the mantel. It was half past midnight and he had to get up early tomorrow--- it was pancake morning and his turn to cook. Harry knew Draco could take care of himself, so he gathered his papers, readying to stand up. Then the door creaked open softly, and there was his house mate, standing in the doorway. "Oh." He said quietly. "You're still awake." "Yeah." Harry felt a soft surge of relief at the sight of him. He knew that there wasn't really any danger now, but he couldn't completely shake off the old patterns from the war. Draco removed his coat, shaking the snow off the shoulders before hanging it up. Harry had only seen a glimpse of him when he'd stuck his head in Harry's room to tell him he'd been heading out. Now, though, as he kicked off his shoes, Harry could see everything from the unfairly tight grey jeans, to the green lace long sleaved shirt. Both left very little to the imagination and he swallowed. Then, he noticed the hickies. They were everywhere, dotting his neck and chest, there was even one half hidden by the waistband of his trousers. Harry clenched his fists, unsure why exactly this tinged his vision with red. "Who." Malfoy looked confused for a second, then smirked. "Why do you care, Potter?" I don't bloody know! "Who." He growled. Draco leaned back against the door, crossing one ankle over the other. "An incredibly alluring man named Jacques, at the pub in town." Harry clenched his jaw and gritted out, "so you fancy them French, then?" His smirk widened. "Well I do find it rather attractive to have someone speak French around my cock." Harry was hit with two desires, twins in their intensity. The first; to learn to speak French as quickly as possible, the second; to find this Jacques bloke and hex him with the worst spells he knew. Or at least hit him over the head a few times with the candlestick on the sideboard. He did neither, instead standing up and leaving his papers scattered across the coffee table. As he made his way up the stairs, he called over his shoulder, "I'm glad you found someone suitable, then." He thought he heard Malfoy mutter something, but he was hardly going to stop and ask him to repeat himself. Only when he closed his door and slumped against it, did he finally let himself admit what he had been fighting all evening. All year, really. He was head over heels for Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy shut the door quietly behind him, surprised to find a light on in the living room and Harry on the couch. "Oh. You're still awake." Harry set down his stack of papers. "Yeah." There was a soft emotion behind those words that felt almost intimate and Draco smiled to himself as he began to unbutton his coat. Logically, he knew Harry hadn't been waiting up for him. But then again, maybe he had been. Draco shook the snow off of his coat, and hung it up on one of the hooks by the door. He had to admit, once him and Harry had finished the cleaning, Grimauld Place was cozy. It was starting to feel a bit like home. He felt Harry's eyes on him and looked up, only to find the other man's gaze sweeping over him slowly, from head to toe. He blushed, watching with no small amount of satisfaction has a faint scarlet flush rose on Harry's cheeks as well. Then something changed in his expression and mouth tightened. "Who." What? Then he remembered the multitude of hickies scattered across his body, curtesy of Jacques' careful attentions. He'd been handsome, ridiculously good in bed and not quite enough to make Draco forget about the magnificent man standing in front of him. Close, but not quite. "Why do you care, Potter?" He asked, trying to keep from smirking too much. He had a theory of why exactly it mattered to Harry so much. He could practically hear the other man's teeth grinding as he demanded again, "who." Draco crossed his arms and informed Harry, "an incredibly alluring man named Jacques, at the pub in town." "So you fancy them French, then?" Harry asked, envy evident in his tone. I fancy you, Potter. I fancy your kindness, your tempter, the way you always swing Teddy around when he gets home from Andromeda's on the weekends. I fancy the way you look with a bedhead; making pancakes in your pajamas, and the way we hold each other up after bad nights. I fancy your smile and your laugh. He didn't say a word of that, though. "Well I do find it rather attractive to have someone speak French around my cock." Even though they always had a silencing charm on the main floor so they wouldn't wake Teddy, he still found himself speaking quietly. Harry's hand twitched towards his wand, and Draco wondered if he'd finally gone too far in pushing Harry's buttons, but then he stood and strode towards the stairs. "Well I'm glad you found someone suitable then." He called over his shoulder. "Hardly." Draco murmured, though Harry was already out of hearing distance. It was only once he heard a door close upstairs that he let a grin spread across his face. Harry James Potter was jealous.

[momo-t-daye]

For @superfallingstars Snapetober 2024 prompt "Garden"; toddler Draco getting some lessons in the garden from Sev

Draco thought it was downright pathetic the way Gryffindors whinged and whined about Professor Snape being scary. Professor Snape had to follow a syllabus that was Dumbledore-approved. Professor Snape didn't get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways a plant could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, Professor Snape had to teach the same lessons year after year and was probably quite bored. Severus, who DID get excited and go off on tangents about all the ways plants could kill you or parasites could eat your brain, had terrified/trained Draco out of sticking random objects into his mouth at a very early age. He might be scary, but he was a very effective teacher.

Text reads:

-and the seeds are chock-full of cyanide! Do you remember what cyanide does for us? That's right! It shuts down cellular respiration and you die from histotoxic hypoxia! But that's not all, every leaf has our old friends oxalic acid and urushiol, which can mess up your kidneys and ruin your day. Even worse, the sap is incredibly phytotoxic and the blisters will hurt for years. Isn't gardening fun, Draco?

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 2: Friends, Family, Loved Ones

It was Harry’s birthday, and as much he felt embarrassed when a big fuss was made over him, he loved that Draco had planned him a party out in the manor grounds, a big white tent lit up with sparkling fairy lights.

The food was good and the company even better. All of his friends, family, and loved ones gathered around playing games and telling stories; then once they were drunk enough, singing karaoke. He was giggling into his glass of wine (his favorite: Draco had given him an entire bottle just for him) as Hagrid finished a mopey ballad.

Draco was looking unbearably smug about how happy Harry was and Harry couldn’t help but find the smugness horribly endearing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek, warm from wine and happiness, “I love you,” he murmured before tucking his nose against Draco’s neck, “thank you for a brilliant birthday.”

“Sap,” Draco accused with a soft tsk, but he was pulling Harry closer, pressing kisses into his hair. “I have one more surprise for you,” he said, and Harry could hear the quiet undercurrent of nerves.

He kissed Draco’s neck, pausing to suck lightly at it just to hear him gasp and feel his body wriggle, “you’ve spoiled me rotten today already,” he said and he’d meant it to sound accusatory but it only came out ridiculously pleased and terribly fond, his whole chest like spun cotton candy, fluffy and light, and sticky sweet.

“Well,” Draco said, “this one is a little bit selfish.”

Harry hummed and just cuddled a little closer so that he was more in Draco’s chair than his own.

"I have to get up to give it to you," he said, chuckling softly and pressing even more kisses into Harry's hair.

With a heaving sigh, he forced his body upright once more with a piteous groan.

His boyfriend leaned down and pecked his lips, "Love you," he murmured against his mouth.

"Mmmh," he hummed, wrapping a hand around Draco's neck and drawing him closer.

"Menace," Draco murmured, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him, like there was nothing else that he'd rather do.

Harry grinned up at him when he pulled back, trailing the tips of his fingers over Draco's flushed cheeks.

"Tell me you love me," Draco requested, soft and sweet, smiling and open.

"I love you," he said, soft and sure, the truest thing he's ever known.

With a mischievous smirk, he gave Harry a wink and sauntered off. It was a couple minutes later when Draco appeared on stage, wearing a sequin top and a pair of short white shorts, tummy peaking out as he pulled the microphone out of the holder.

He cleared his throat, "I wanted to thank you all for being here to celebrate my very favorite person," he said and Harry's face stretched into a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. "And also for bearing witness to what's about to happen," he added as the choruses of 'awws' and whistling died down.

Draco gave a nod to Blaise who was standing at the ready by the karaoke machine waiting to hit play. And then Draco started singing, looking out at Harry with a huge grin.

"The moon is high, like your friends the night that we first met," he started.

And Harry laughed at the memory, they had all been high that night after they'd graduated. Lounging about or dancing around the club, causing all sorts of chaos.

"Now I've read all of the books beside your bed," he continued with a wink. Harry grinned up at him, because that was true too, they'd read most of them together, actually, curled up under the duvet. He hadn't been read to as a child, but Draco more than made up for it with the voices and the dramatic way he read.

"The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month, or two, or three," he sang on, twisting his body to look at Harry coyly and Harry remembered the months between when he’d started to feel attracted to Draco and when Draco had started to believe him, "now I wake up in the night to watch you breathe."

There was another round of 'awes' and some pretend wretching but Draco rolled his eyes and sang on. Meeting Harry's gaze once more as he sang, "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings," and Harry's heart flew into his throat at the implication, did he mean it? Was that even possible?

"And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends," he gestured between the two of them, "to this."

His heart burst, Draco did so hate the unplanned, abhorred surprises. That proclamation-

"Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams-" a chorus of laughter and whistling broke out and Draco's cheeks flushed bright red but he kept singing, staring at Harry with a naked devotion and affection.

He couldn't breathe with it, his heart rattled painfully around his chest.

Draco sang the next verse before jumping down off the stage and making his way to Harry, bending down as he sang "kiss me once, cause you know I've had a long night," Harry leaned in obligingly and kissed his cheek. "Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright," and there were those nerves tingling from Draco's consciousness and into Harry's. He leaned in and kissed his cheek again. "Three times, cause I've waited my whole life." And this time he leaned in to press a hasty kiss to Harry's lips like he couldn't help himself while they counted him back in.

He sang the refrain again, climbing into Harry's lap as he melted into the bridge, "I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays-"

Harry's throat went tight around those words, around the way that Draco loved him when he couldn't make heads or tails of the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him.

"-Wrap your arms around me, baby boy," he said, giving one of Harry's arms a little tug.

He repeated the bridge, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and carding his fingers tenderly through Harry's curls, making Harry tear up again as he stared up into those beautiful silver eyes.

Draco moved into the refrain again, slower and a little sweeter, like a promise. "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings." Harry gripped him a little tighter, "you're the one I want," he sang softly. "And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, uh huh, darling.”

He jumped up, Harry’s fingers trailing after him as he went, singing the refrain again as he made his way to Pansy who was holding out a small box for him. “In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams,” he sang as he made his way back over and dropped to his knees. “You’re the one I want,” he sang, looking up as he opened the box to reveal a gold band.

Harry’s hands flew to his mouth, like a complete cliche, “Draco,” he whispered as the crowd around them went unnaturally still.

“Marry me?” he asked, eyes tight around the edges like he thought Harry could possibly say no.

“Yes, of course yes,” he said, “you silly, perfect man. Of course.”

The room erupted into cheering but Harry could hardly hear it, too wrapped up in his love to notice.

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Written for @flufftober prompt 2 “friends, family, loved ones”

[greattemptation]

Actual Goddess @citrusses tagged me in this enchanting tag game to explore what your drarries would do for Christmas, but I'm being late about it, so I'm going to see what they're up on around the New Year!

The fellas from Baggage Claim go to the big NYE bash hosted at Ron and Hermione's with the huge, multi-house gang that bonded Eighth Year. Draco orchestrates everyone developing a resolution for the year, and insists that the goals be specific, measurable, and achievable. The first year he did this, all of the Slytherins and at least half of the Gryffindors grumbled the rest of the night about a "Tulipified" Draco. The following year, after a series of great personal successes in the group, everyone was much more amenable.

My boys from Seasons would have spent a very busy Christmas season with various Weasley events, Christmas morning with Andy and Teddy, and an overnight at Narcissa's cottage, so for the New Year, they hole up together, just the two of them. Draco is put in charge (by Harry) of what they eat on New Years Eve, and on New Year's Day, Harry always makes the same breakfast they made the first weekend after Draco moved into Grimmauld Place because he's a sap. Draco teases him about it, but realistically, would sulk for all of January if this actually changed.

And the wackos from Across the Desk of Gawain Robards would be compelled to attend the annual NYE Ministry Gala, and each year they'd commit to more and more outrageous public displays of affection (and indecent ways to get caught fucking) to try to get uninvited, or, even better, banned. Robards has no plans to let them off the hook no matter what they try, because the amount of attention and money they bring in at these now-infamous galas is achievable no other way. He is trying very hard to make sure they don't find out.

To the following, I invite you to place your drarries in a holiday: @jtimu, @rainstormradish, @kamaela, @phoebe-delia, @ghostofnoir

[steampunkserpent27]

Yellow Flowers

For @drarrymicrofic 's prompt: Dandelion He reached down, plucking the yellow flower from the earth, before he spun it around his fingers, watching it twirl in a lazy circle. Draco was staring at him, his eyes thoughtful. He held the flower out to him. "For you." Draco's eyes narrowed, although he took the flower anyway. "You know, this is a weed." "Well, I thought it was pretty." "It's a weed." "What should that matter? If it's pretty, it's pretty." He plucked another dandelion, creating a small bouquet of yellow in his hands, as he collected them all. The sap from the stems were getting all over his hands, and he was starting to regret picking them, so he hastily passed them all to Draco, who looked less than thrilled about the white liquid that was beginning to drip down his fingers from the torn stems of the flowers. "Yes, Pretty." Draco mimicked, although he didn't think he was being entirely sincere. "Well, maybe they aren't a proper flower, but that doesn't mean they're entirely worthless. You know, Molly could make a great salad with those." Draco rolled his eyes, although he had started to smile. "Fine. We can pick some for her then." He grinned and leaned upwards, pressing a quick kiss against his cheek. "I'll get you proper flowers, don't worry." He thought that Draco was smiling just a little bit wider after that.

[floshav]

yearning for you pt.1

pairings: regulus black x fem! reader

wordcount: 1.6k ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

warnings: mean draco, mean blonde girl (smh) im sorry blondies, 2 heartbreaks, mentions of regulus's fingers being attractive(idk why this is a warning) Oh yea we have phones in this fic so kinda modern au?

summary: when draco seemingly leaves her for the pretty new thing of hogwarts, she finds her once bright heart slither into nothing but a dark piece of cold coal trying to wonder what she's ever done wrong to be left for, until someone that once lurked in the shadows comes to light and brings the fire back into her black coal heart once more. That person being the infamous regulus black that everyone seemed to misunderstand.

It had been 2 months. 2 months exactly of Draco and y/n officially being together. Today marked their 2nd anniversary and it was all that occupied y/n's "lovestruck" mind

"So..... What'd you think he's gonna do this time?" Daria sang sweetly as she began flipping through her selection of same coloured robes to choose for the day, like it made a difference at all which one she'd choose.

"I don't know, maybe a bouquet of flowers? a box of chocolates? They all seem a bit cheesy tho-" y/n sapped out whilst playing with her fingers as if they were the most interesting on earth.

"Oh come on y/n.. atleast he's gonna give you something rather than forgetting like Dean did last week." Daria sighed whilst finally picking out her final robe of choice

"Okay but Dean was an absolute git for that." Y/n gave her friend a look of pity before continuing "Look i dont know, lately Draco's been a bit... well.... a bit distant. I rarely see him nowadays."

It'd been true, what once was a 7 day meet-up together had turned into thrice a week, thrice a week into once a week, and once a week later turned into once every few weeks or whenever Draco felt like it. Whenever y/n tried to 'bump' into him in the halls in hopes of getting a kiss or some sort of affection she'd been ever so yearning for, he'd always blow her off saying he was running late for either it be class or quidditch. It was always something.

It was like she was an object for him to show off whenever he felt like it or a toy sitting on a shelf waiting to played with. The whole relationship didn't really seem that... real. It was all just a facade to show people that she managed to pull the playboy Draco of Hogwarts, but deep down.. was it really worth it?

time skip to Breakfast

"There, he's at that damn table again." y/n complained as she played with her screaming soggy wizards cereal waiting to be eaten

"Y/n. Stop yapping around and maybe try approaching him about this??" Daria let out exasperatedly before dropping her spoon down and moving to cup both sides of her face

"i-i don't know he's been an awful lot touchy with the newbie." Y/n moaned out whilst looking over at the horrific scene of Draco and Heather. That damn perfect pretty new blonde girl.

"Y/n! i will not stand for your idioticness! That's it if you won't do it i will." Daria raged before getting up to approach the two

"No! Daria get your white ass back here!" Y/n screamed out looking stupid as ever

"Hi~ Draco and... Holly? Polly? Sorry your names quite basic round' here" Daria whistled out sarcastically whilst crossing her arms

"It's Heather. Though i dont think someone like you would remember such basic info considering you can't even remember the names of the three forbidden curses or anything else for that matter.. seeing your recent test marks." Heather spat out abrubtly as if she had the whole speach memorised whilst gripping onto Dracos arm more as if she couldn't make it anymore painfully tighter.

"Who told you that!" Daria yelled with a flushed face remembering (ironically) that the only person she'd ever told was y/n

"Lil ol' Dracky here" She hummed sweetly with a big fat fake smile plastered on her smug face.

"Sorry Daria, looks like y/n over there cant keep her fat mouth shut." Draco said whilst shaking his overgrown bangs out his eyes

"Y-y/n? W-wait here." Daria said with red cheeks as she stomped back over to the place she was previously sat at

"Where else are we gonna go? Is she dumb or something." Heather and draco conversed as if Daria couldn't hear them from a mile away

"Y/n! What the hell? You told draco about my test marks?" Daria raged whilst causing a scene to erupt around her

"What?"

Oh shit.

"Listen! I didn't mean to- i-it just blurted out when we were discussing academic things! I swear!" Y/n defended with a sunken heart as if everything was shattering down a long with her

"Still! What the actual hell y/n! I Thought you could keep a secret! Let alone a humiliating one!" Daria yelled before storming out the main door that led into the great hall

"Fuck." y/n muttered under her breath as she gathered her stuff to leave too

The whole ordeal seemed a bit surreal and dramatic, but what could you do? They were all hormone raging douchebags anyway.

"Hey y/n." She heard the familiar voice of the boy who was supposed to love her yet pained her instead.

"D-draco? what do you want." Y/n said clearly mad at the ignorance she'd been receiving from him lately

"I just wanted to let you know that i dont think i want to see you anymore." Draco said cold heartedly as y/n's whole world came to a stop.

First Daria, now Draco? What else could possibly happen. Just as she was thinking, the final cherry on top was placed as the new girl was presented clutching onto his side like no tomorrow.

"Hmmm yea. Looks like i'm the new replacement for the rusted old one. Blonde hair and everything! What an upgrade." Heather intoxicatingly served out as she laid her head onto Dracos broad shoulder

"Fuck you. Fuck you and your whole life Draco." Y/n said just below a whisper before doing the exact same thing Daria did just a few minutes ago.

Time skip to after all classes

The air was more cold than usual at y/n's spot. The air crisp and cool as strikes of wind made its way past her hair. She thought back to the events of the day, how everything came crashing down even more quickly than when it was put together. A small stream of tears found its way to dampen her dirty robes just as the air around her dried it.

suddenly, an unfamiliar voice cooed out to her from behind.

"Y/n?" hushed the unknown voice

"Who's there" y/n said unbothered at this point without batting an eye

"Regulus from potions, d'know if you remember me let alone know me." He laughed out, and it was the prettiest sound y/n had ever heard."

"Oh yea, Regulus"

she sighed

"ive seen you around."

"Yea.. so, what has brought the fine majesty of potions to this ruged place today? Such a place is no match for the delicacy of Hydrangeas." Regulus questioned out in an equestrian like royal voice

"Hydrangeas?" Y/n chuckled out whilst smiling at him wide

"I've heard of many nicknames, but Hydrangeas? Thats a first." Y/n smiled to herself as a loose strand of hair fell into her field of view.

Regulus thought it was the most precious thing ever and made sure to capture a photo of it in his mind.

"Well what can i say, their my favourite." Regulus semi smiled out whilst looking into the abyss

"You're turn."

"Hm?"

"Why are you here mysterious man?"

regulus chuckled at the nickname

"Y'didnt answer my question yet dangea, wouldn't be fair for me to trade my secrets for nothing in exchange"

He'd shorten the nickname, and you liked it. You liked it a lot.

"D'know. Just here coz schools a bitch."

There it was, that pretty sound regulus made

"Yea. Yea i totally agree, schools a bitch." Regulus breathed

"Im just here coz it takes my mind of things." Regulus mumbled while tracing his slender pale fingers on the concrete you both sat on, feet dangling on the edge.

His fingers, you thought. Such pretty fingers

"You wanna see something?" Regulus inquired with curiousty blooming, just like Hydrangeas did when water hit them.

"Sure, why not."

He foraged around his robes pocket, to pull out what looked like a box filled with small papers.

He muttered a spell under his breath charming the paper to hold his precious digits on it.

"Wow, i never knew proffesor flitwick would teach us to be this smooth with charms." she chuckled before taking the piece of paper he gently handed to her

It read out his number, with a cute smiley face on the side and that was enough to make her day a lot times better.

"So... call me? Whenever schools being a bitch to you again that is."

"Yea.... i guess schools gonna be acting like a bitch for a lil while then." She smirked to herself, knowing all the times she could ring him up now just to hear that pretty little voice of his.

"Well drangea, I best get going. Got dinner in a while, i expect you to notice me at the tables now." Regulus chuckled before handing her an arm to get herself on her feet too

She hessistantly grabbed onto his lean arm not used to touch, and felt all the right tingles spark in her chest making her feel all flustered and hot. She wondered dangerously... how he could make her feel if all those tingles were just from his mere touch. Enough y/n she breathed.

"W-well! See you around mystery man. Wouldn't wanna bother you too much now that i've snagged your number."

"Ah, dont worrybout it ol' drangy." He said whilst making his way to the exit that sat on the roof.

"Call me!" He yelled before shutting the door on her.

She smiled. She smiled very wide at the events of the day.

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like this up if ya'll want pt 2 pls LMAOOA

[rondracofest]

FEST FIC: Tree Sap (PG-13)

Title: Tree Sap Author: @vitaminpops Rating: PG-13 Prompt: Draco's mother sent him to purchase a Christmas tree. Reluctantly Draco obliged. He definitely hadn't anticipated falling in love with the person cutting the tree. Word Count: 7.9k Warning(s)/Content: none that I can think of Disclaimer: Harry Potter characters are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No profit is being made, and no copyright infringement is intended. Summary: Draco reluctantly agrees to buy a Christmas tree when Narcissa is too busy. Then another tree. Then he returns again. This has nothing to do with Ron Weasley. Notes: I hope anon prompter enjoys the fic heart emojis

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[pkmn-spira]

Claudia Laurent

The Countess of Drakehold Castle and its Gym Leader. Despite the regal disposition and presence, she's surprisingly approachable.

About

Age: 30

D.O.B: October 5

Height: 5'6"

Birthplace: Lumiose City, Kalos Region

Biography

Unlike the other Gym Leaders of the Spira Region, Claudia wasn't born here, but rather in Lumiose City of Kalos. In fact, she had spent more time there all throughout her childhood up to adulthood. However, the reason why she had moved from one region to another is due to the increase of Team Flare's activity in said region, and while such activity have been stopped and thwarted for some time now, she decided to stay in Spira for good, mainly being that she had found romance here, and eventually, a child. However, with Team Andromeda's actions two years ago, she would lose both the lover of her life, and her child. She would be distraught for a time, before eventually deciding to shoulder her grief, and eventually assist in thwarting the organization's plans.

As of today, she now hosts her battles as a Gym Leader in the restored Drakehold Castle, and while she grieves her lost from two years ago, she still does her best to not have it affect her today as much as it did back then.

Pokémon Team (Gym Leader)

On a normal Gym Battle Involving Rookie Trainers, Claudia uses the following Pokémon:

Vibrava

Held Item: Leftovers

Ability: Levitate

Known Moves: Dragon Breath, Bug Buzz, Earth Power, Rock Tomb

Gabite

Held Item: Rocky Helmet

Ability: Rough Skin

Known Moves: Hone Claws, Dual Chop, Slash, Bulldoze

Noibat

Held Item: Dragon Gem

Ability: Infiltrator

Known Moves: Super Fang, Dragon Rush, Air Slash, Air Cutter

Sliggoo

Held Item: Mystic Water

Ability: Sap Sipper

Known Moves: Acid Spray, Dragon Pulse, Water Pulse, Acid Armor

Pokémon Team (Serious)

When battling stronger Trainers from other regions, or when situations get dire that puts the Spira Region at risk, Claudia uses the following Pokémon:

Kommo-o

Held Item: Kommonium Z

Ability: Bulletproof

Known Moves: Poison Jab, Clanging Scales (Clangorous Soulblaze), Close Combat, Drain Punch

Dragapult

Held Item: White Herb

Ability: Infiltrator

Known Moves: Shadow Ball, Draco Meteor, Thunder, Flamethrower

Druddigon

Held Item: Rocky Helmet

Ability: Mold Breaker

Known Moves: Earthquake, Toxic, Dragon Tail, Outrage

Haxorus

Held Item: Lum Berry

Ability: Mold Breaker

Known Moves: Swords Dance, Poison Jab, Earthquake, Outrage

Altaria

Held Item: Life Orb

Ability: Natural Cure

Known Moves: Dragon Dance, Aerial Ace, Play Rough, Draco Meteor

Charizard

Held Item: Charizardite X

Ability: Blaze / Tough Claws (Mega)

Known Moves: Dragon Dance, Flare Blitz, Dragon Claw, Roost

Public vs Private Knowledge

Public:

-Bought Drakehold Castle, had it restored and renovated into a Gym upon becoming an official Gym Leader of the Spiran League

-Born in Lumiose City from Kalos

-Assisted during the crisis caused by Team Andromeda two years ago

-Widowed and lost her child two years ago during the same crisis

-Migrated from Kalos to Spira for good due to Team Flare's activity in Kalos

Private:

-The reason behind the migration, which was the discovery that several of the people she knew also began working for Team Flare. Hence she migrated to avoid association.

-Currently looking for someone she could settle with, like her lover back then so as to fully move on from the grief

-Had a fling with Estrella Lawrence, Gym Leader of Seafoam Town in Solus Isle, for quite some time

-Had a fling with Cleo Morrison, Normal Type specialist of the Elite Four, which lasted just a few months

-Written several stories of fantasy under a pen name

[feuilletonette]

𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃: 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞

The months that followed my initial attempt in shifting were marked by a sense of stagnation. Despite my best efforts to immerse myself with the very concept, my endeavors on platforms like the Amino app proved to be more overwhelming than enlightening.

It became increasingly clear that my tendency to overconsume information was serving as the main blockage of my journey.

Driven by an insatiable thirst to know everything, I found myself constantly seeking out new resources and methods. Yet, as the volume of information continued to mount, I became paralyzed by indecision. The sheer magnitude of options left me feeling lost and unsure of where to begin. Although I had subscribed to various methods and techniques, I struggled to muster the energy to follow through them. The weight of my own expectations and the fear of failure loomed large, sapping my motivation and leaving me feeling drained.

I was trapped in a mindset of constantly seeking more knowledge and acquiring various items to aid in my shifting journey. Whether it was the need to attain crystals that would help me clear the blockages, reading everything I could about the multiverse theory and quantum physics, or tools like Draco’s wands and Slytherin rings, or posters or scented candles that smells like my dorm in Hogwarts—all for the sake to feel more connected.

But this is the case, this is the problem I was trying to make. It was loop of dissatisfaction down the bits such as perfecting my scripting before attempting to do anything else, and that meant reading through every fanfiction recommendations to know more about these characters and immersing myself with Great Britain’s culture to have the best, perfect reality, operating as if the entire universe I wanted to go to wasn’t already established. It was not hard to formulate a conclusion that my approach was extremely counterproductive.

At this point (Year 2021), moreover, I still harbour unhealthy affections for Draco Malfoy but it is also the same year people who initially attempted to shift for him (and succeeded) experienced insurmountable shame upon having to try it the first place. It made me question things and affected me more than I expected, especially for someone like me who considers him as their significant other in my own DR.

That is when I took a break, being occupied with the new transition of having to switch cities and entering a prestigious school, adjusting to the ‘new’ normal world as it was addressed before. So, I took my time and the opportunity to confront my own issues. It was in this process I outgrown a lots of things (even Draco himself) but it seemed that shifting isn’t one of them.

Now that I recognise that I was operating under the clutches of my limiting belief that I was not doing enough had led me to a significant breakthrough that just didn’t happen overnight. It was a tedious process before I’ve come to understand that this feeling originated from my tendency to attach my self-worth with my external achievements, possessions, and therefore, validation.

It took me years being exposed to devastating situations not directly linked in this context but a necessary means for my spiritual growth to eradicate this subconscious checklist in my mind that constantly indulge me to the things I once believed I must accomplish or obtain before I can truly succeed in my endeavours.

I have several attempts past forward the first night I tried to shift, some were not so much prat about but some I knew, deep in my core that had been so close and those were several. But because my mindset at that period was in a constant creation of a never-ending cycle of feeling inadequate, always chasing after something elusive to prove my worthiness, I wasn’t in alignment to the person I want to become and therefore the experiences along with it.

Though, I must admit, being introduced to traversing alternate realms has been a significant catalyst for my spiritual journey. Had I not dared to question my preconceived notions about this concept back in 2021, I wouldn’t have ventured into others that have followed: the manifestation and the law of attraction in which my journey had been in conjunction with each other as I progressed ever since.

I couldn’t stress enough how amazed I am to see how each step I take on this path leads to new insights and revelations, expanding my consciousness and deepening my connection to the universe. I had grown so much, I have come to want different things. It was almost ridiculous to think about it now that I am able to lift my perspective from the version of myself I have already—if not in the process to—shed.

But if you must ask, had I reach the end? Even though I do recognise them now, it doesn’t necessarily mean that I had already eradicated the beliefs that no longer serve the woman I am becoming. That is why I made this blog to further elaborate and document the process I am going through in which I have grown to love. It’s not in anyway perfect, but there is much more ease, compassion, and recognition of worth in my part.

Along with the relationships I look forward to foster in my new DR, that requires much more involvement from the Marauders. As cliché as this may sound, I feel wiser, more capable, and more at ease to let go because I know that regardless of the variables, it will eventually happen.

© FEUILLETONETTE, 2024

[thebard490]

Battle Breakdown: Sam vs. Clay

[video id: A noivern standing in front of a camera. He hops forwards, double checks something, and then nods. "Finally. It's taken me only half the journey to actually get the camera right the first time. Now if I could only figure out an intro besides just hello, or just make it a running gag." He mutters to himself, and then hops back.

"Hello! Welcome back to Battle Breakdowns! In today's breakdown, my trainer Sam vs. Gym Leader Clay! Featuring Weather effects, abilities, counter strategies, thinking a few moves ahead, and the dangers of too much Texan Drawl. Let's get into the teams."

The trainer card of a brown haired woman wearing what can best be described as a noivern inspired longcoat appears, showing a team of five: Noivern (the same one presenting the video), Goomy, Gabite, Vibrava, and Tyrantrum.

"For those unfamiliar, this is my trainer Sam, accidental specialist and a solid argument for some humans being fighting-type. While my level disparity prevents me from participating in her gym battles, the rest of the team is solid.

Gawain the Goomy, Sap Sipper for his ability, equipped with Scald, Draco Meteor, Sludge Bomb, and Dragon Pulse. Calm nature plus an Assault Vest for high special defense, and enough EVs to be a strong special attacker. Though for this battle we swapped the Assault vest for a sitrus berry, since Clay uses Physical Attackers.

Lancelot the Gabite, a particularly skilled brawler for his species. Focus Sash to give him some more staying power, and allow him to set up with Swords Dance to later punish with Dig, Iron Head, and Dragon Claw.

Bedivere the Vibrava. Still getting used to being a Vibrava. His Levitate ability will be extremely useful here, and while he's lost some of the raw power that he had access to as a Trapinch, but he's still able to pack a punch with Dig, Dragon Tail, Steel Wing, and an ace in the Hole: Superpower. Leftovers, mostly because we can't get him to drop them.

And last but not least, the strongest member of the team aside from myself, and boy does he know it, Percival. Carrying an Expert Belt to take advantage of his wide type coverage and powerful jaws using Thunder, Fire, and Ice Fang alongside crunch. Bit of a brat but undeniably has some of the best pure combat instinct I've seen in years. If not for me he'd be Sam's Ace right now.

Now, let's take a look at the other side. Krokorok, Sandslash, Onix, and Exadrill. A seriously powerful team. Ground types can be tricky to deal with, extremely strong strengths but equally profound weaknesses. Glad Sam's not an electric specialist.

Krokorok is a great lead, able to debuff the opposing lead with Intimidate and then set up the rest of the team with Sandstorm. Crunch and Bulldoze, both with STAB, mean he's a decent threat in his own right.

Sandslash certainly is strong enough on his own right, with excellent attack and defense. Combined with Sand Veil and he's going to be a serious problem in a sandstorm.

Onix is probably the weakest member of the team. While he does boast incredible defenses, his pitiful HP stat means he'll crumble concerningly quickly. That said, Sturdy means he's always going to be able to do something and that's worth being wary of.

Finally, Exadrill. Probably the scariest Ace so far in the gym challenge for most trainers. Fast, tough, powerful, and an utter menace in a sandstorm. The problem being, Clay's team only has one way of making that Sandstorm, so Clay is going to have to finish the fight quickly, since his team's power drops substantially once that Sandstorm is gone.

Clay is a classic weather team. As long as he can maintain control over the environment, he's going to have a serious advantage. If that control slips, either due to another weather setter or simply his opponent running out the clock, he's going to be in trouble. There's a few ways to deal with Weather Teams. One is to bring a weather setter of your own and counter their weather with your own, but unless you're a weather team this can be a waste of a move slot. Another is to adapt to the weather and have plans for how your team can react to different conditions. The third and final way is to stall your opponent out once you've eliminated the weather setter. Normally you need some serious bulk to pull this off, but there are more psychological ways to accomplish this."

The video cuts back to Mordred. "And yes, this is foreshadowing. Let's get into it."

A video of the battle begins to play. Sam and Clay shake hands, and are chatting amicably. "Alright then Ms. Suruga, let's see what y'all can manage! Krokorok, rock and roll!"

"We've got a plan, Gawain let's do this!" Sam retorts, and sends out her Goomy in return. The Krokorok takes a look at the slime dragon, then at Clay.

"Oh fine. Bulldoze instead." Clay relents.

"Hey the slime's not that bad!" Sam snarks. "Gawain, teach em some manners, Scald!"

The two pokemon clash, the Krokorok diving into the arena and dragging a wave of earth forwards to slam the Goomy back, who counters with a surprisingly large gout of boiling water, sending the larger pokemon back burned. Gawain chomps down on a Sitrus berry, as the Krokorok takes a wary stance.

"Heh, whole lot o' spunk in the little feller, I like to see it! Krokrok, start the music an' you can rest a bit. You done good."

"Don't let him get away with that! Scald again!" Sam orders, but too late. A whirlwind of stinging sand fills the arena, forcing Sam to don her flight goggles to keep it out of her eyes. Gawain powers through, and knocks out the other Pokemon. "Well, so much for plan A, come on back Gawain, time for plan B!"

The video pauses. "So, Sam's initial strategy wasn't bad in principle, counter a weather team by KOing the weather setter before they can start the weather. The problem is that unfortunately, Gawain is a Goomy. He's done great so far, but unevolved, his BST isn't high enough. Even a Draco Meteor wouldn't have taken down Krokorok simply due to his poor stats, and he wouldn't have been fast enough anyways, and Clay's smart enough to know to go straight for the Sandstorm in that circumstance. That said, he should have gone for the Crunch, with good damage range that one-shots Gawain. Perks of being slimy I suppose, nobody wants to bite you. So, having failed to prevent the Sandstorm, how can Sam deal with it?"

"Well, Goomy can learn Rain Dance, and so she could have brought that and countered with her own weather. However, Gawain is the only member of the team who uses water moves, and he's not going to sweep. It might seem to just neutralize things, except for one problem: Exadrill. With his Steel/Ground typing, the best tool Sam has to deal with him will be a Fire Fang from Percival or a Superpower from Bedivere. In rain though, the former is severely weakened, leaving one of her two answers to Clay's ace ineffective. So, given she has ways of taking advantage of the sandstorm herself, best to leave it up."

The video resumes, and Sam withdraws Gawain and sends out her Gabite, Lancelot. Clay sends out his Sandslash, and the two immediately rush one another in a flurry of claw strikes, but each withdraws with no damage suffered. "Sand Veil, the ability of both Lancelot and Sandslash, increasing evasion in the already low visibility environments of a sandstorm! Neither pokemon can effectively harm the other!" The announcer remarks.

"We've got plans for that. Sandlash, Hone Claws."

"Just like we practiced Lance. Swords Dance!"

Both pokemon prepare themselves for the next clash, tension rising. "Swords Dance." Mordred remarks. "One of the more infamous moves for a reason. A double increase to Attack results in doubled damage output, treating his Attack as a whopping base 180, even higher given Lancelot's Lonely Nature and EV training, probably closer to between two hundred and two hundred forty. Hone claws is similar, but trades one level of Attack for increased Accuracy, making it the superior option for countering other Sand Veilers. Of course, moves aren't the only way to improve your chances of hitting."

The Sandslash uses Bulldoze, closing rapidly on the Gabite, who stands his ground and takes a stance. "Just like we practiced, we've trained for this. Wait for the right moment and then-" Sam encourages her pokemon, before the Sandslash impacts, hitting Lancelot in the chest. Lancelot takes a step back to keep his footing, and then grabs the Sandslash and throws him over his shoulder. "DRAGON CLAW!" Sam orders, and the Gabite obeys, whirling and delivering a devastating attack that puts the Sandslash down in a single, brutal hit across its exposed belly.

"The intangibles. Technique, strategy, and specific preparation. Training isn't all about stats and moves." Mordred comments. "Showdown and Smogon are good fun, but in a real battle, there are intangible, non-quantifiable metrics that truly make the difference between simply a good trainer, and a truly great one. Sam knew Sand Veil could be a problem, and so, we spent quite a bit of time learning that delayed hit technique to ensure Lance could land that hit."

"Good work Sandy. You done good." Clay encourages his pokemon as he withdraws them. "And as for y'all Ms. Suruga, I must commend you for placing me in an unfortunate position. It has been many a long year since I saw a Gabite that knew how to dance proper. Most are all muscle, no head, but you've got plenty. Good on ya, but I'm not about to go easy just because you've impressed me!"

Clay sends out Onix. "Alright partner, one for all an' all for one. We're in a bit of a pinch so we'll need you to bust us out!"

"Gonna need more than that Clay! Time to put what Dusty taught into practice Lance! Iron Head!" Sam orders confidently, and rightly so as Lancelot engages in a powerful head on collision with the Onix that makes the far larger pokemon shudder from head to tail, but it grits its teeth and holds on.

"Sturdy, same trick as that Focus Sash of yours. Great for setting up, or countering somebody on a rampage. Clear the path, explosion!" Clay remarks. Sam's eyes go wide, as a massive explosion rocks the arena and throws Lancelot back, entirely knocked out. The arena shakes as Onix falls to the ground. Both trainers acquire their wounded pokemon. Sam picks Lancelot up before helping him into his ball, and Clay strokes his Onix's head. "Hate to make you do it that way partner, but you done good." The gym leader remarks before sending Onix back into his ball.

"You done pushed me into a corner Ms. Suruga, but I don't ever back down until I'm done! Houston, it's on you again. Let's turn this around!"

"Sorry, but you are done!" Sam shoots back with good natured confidence. "Bedivere, finish this!" Her Vibrava appears in turn. "Superpower!"

"Don't go getting cocky now Ms. Suruga." Clay replies, entirely calmly. "Houston. Metal Claw."

The Vibrava closes in for the finishing blow, zipping back and forth across the arena, charging for a powerful attack. The exadrill by contrast remains entirely still, until Bedivere closes into range. Then there is a flash, and Bedivere's unconscious body goes flying, momentum carrying him to nearly crash into clay.

Sam stares in seeming shock for a moment, her eyes wide. "What? How?"

"Everybody underestimates how quick a ground type feller can move when they feel like it. Your vibrava's good proof, easy there young feller you're fine. Good try." Clay replies, helping Bedivere back onto his feet and giving him a berry. The vibrava seems very confused, but just remains on the ground, still shaking slightly from the impact of the attack. "Why this one time I-"

The video begins to fast forward. "So, this is plan C, and in this case C stands for "keep Clay talking" The other way to stall out a sandstorm is to stall out their trainer. This isn't difficult to do if your opponent is from a southern region." Mordred comments. "As we do so, explanation of what exactly just happened. Exadrill is actually quite fast for a ground type, Base 88 speed, and I happen to know Houston has a speed boosting nature. Brave, if I recall correctly. Clay plays into the classic stereotypes of ground types being slow, and has him conceal his speed until the right moment to catch his opponents off guard. Another one of those intangibles. As for how it one-shot Bedivere, Exadrill boasts an impressive 135 base Attack, adds STAB to metal claw, and then boosts that damage by another 30 percent in sandstorms during Sand Force, which boosts Ground, Rock, and Steel type attacks. I wasn't kidding when I said Houston is probably the strongest Ace out of the first five trainer battles, and he's arguably the second or third strongest of any Gym leader's Ace. Dreydan's Haxorus is number one, and I haven't personally fought Drey yet to tell on his side, but as the traditional 8th gym badge, I'm going to presume he's rather strong."

The video begins playing at normal speed several minutes after the sandstorm fades. "Anyways." Clay concludes. "It's been fun but-". Sam holds up another pokeball. "I forgot about the Tyrantrum again didn't I?"

"Yup. Thanks for stalling the Sandstorm out though." Sam replies cheerily, before sending out her Tyrantrum, who enters with a bellowing roar. Houston turns around to give his trainer an exasperated expression. Clay shrugs in response.

"I've also still got Gawain, but he'd go down in one hit before he could do anything." Sam admits. "Anyways, back to finishing this. Percival! Fire Fang!"

"Alright alright. Houston, another Metal Claw if'n you please!" Houston rolls his eyes almost as the Tyrantrum charges him, then moves in another blur, landing a silver streak across the larger Pokemon's throat. But Percival continues, raises his tail, and brings it down on the Exadrill as he falls. The mole-like pokemon bounces off the ground once, before he is caught in the Tyrantrum's blazing maw. Percival shakes Houston like a terrier with a rat, before throwing him out onto the floor of the stadium and roaring at his unconscious body. Sam recalls her pokemon, and Clay his. The two shake hands and the match concludes.

"So, what have we learned today?" Mordred comments as the video cuts back to him. "Firstly, what a weather team is, and a few different ways of dealing with them. Counter, adapt, or outlast. Each one depending on your team and your opponent. Second, abilities can be absolutely crucial to any strategy, and building around them can be a recipe for success and unexpected twists. Third, Exadrill is scary. Fourth, don't monologue during battles, and Fifth, make sure that you always have a backup plan, and that your plans don't contradict each other. Sam knew Bedivere might not land that Superpower due to getting outspeed and one-shot, so she made sure that she had another answer for the Exadrill in the form of our local Tyrantrum. Plenty to learn from this one, and it was just fun to watch besides. Anyways, until next time, this has been Battle Breakdowns, I've been Mordred, signing off."

[calebwittebane]

they hated Slootch for sipping sap. they hated Drank U La for evading draco meteors. they hated Minty for holding up a red card. they hated Normal Girl for her focus sash and unburden. they hated Deedee for being a contrarian. they hated Palladium for being very cute and sweet and defending her friends from aoe.

i love it when you get good in showdown and people start getting mean

[itstheghostofmypast]

🌻Imperfections🌻

Draco malfoy x (f)Reader (Hufflepuff)

Summary: Perfection is what defined those who were above the rest- yet, she could not be part of the perfection that defined him. Defined his society and very presence- defined her own family but not her. She was the imperfection within his world of perfection, the bright sun in his cool, pale blue sky. For even if she was the warm sun, he was nothing more than the silver moon- both destined to live in the same sky but never together.

Genre: Fluff, Angst

AU: NO VOLDEMORT - Plus Cedric is vibing, I'm sorry he's too precious.

Warnings: None

Part- 2/?

Masterlist/ Next

A/N: HAH- bet ya didn't think I'd be updating this one huh, WRONG, I JUST HAD IT SAVED IN MY DRAFTS AND LOST IT IN MY DRAFTS, REWROTE WHAT I COULD REMEMBER THEN FOUND THE DRAFT- iwanttodye.

His words had been echoing around her all day, especially when she came for dinner, only to see he was not there once more. That's when she decided to sneak out a bit of food and see if he was at the astronomy tower. She had passed a few green little shits on the way, who seemed to be whispering at the sight of her, though she didn't care about that. Running up the stairs she opened the wooden door to be greeted by an empty cold room. Maybe...she'd see him tomorrow.

Or so she thought. For the next couple of days, she had barely seen him the only times she would see him was in class and he'd easily avoid her. To some extent, she was hurt, why was he pretending as if she was invisible...once again? No more would she see him at the astronomy tower, nor would he be early to class- often he would be surrounded by his snakes and if he were alone, he'd zip past her like she was nothing. Sure, they weren't an actual item or anything- but they were friends? Right?

That's why, a week of this weird hide and seek had forced her to go for some advice, considering every other friend she had asked had given her a sad smile and an 'It's alright Y/N, you deserve much better'- OF COURSE SHE DID. She wasn't an idiot or a sap- she knew what this meant, it was pity and she hated every drop of it. Hence, she had two options left, either go talk to Sprout in the vaguest way possible or...dare she say it, Cedric. Like any sane person, she thought asking him would be a better option, which is why, when Cedric had been busy scribbling and cramming for the upcoming exams in the library, comforted only by the pattering rain against the giant windows, the droplets encouraging him, cheering him on like the crown in a quidditch field, his moment of concentration was interrupted with a loud screech emitted by the chair next to his.

The ambiance of peace around him shattered, side-eying the intruder who smiled in return. Sitting down next to him, placing her bag on the dark oak, and taking out her books. Choosing to ignore her, he knew she was definitely up to something, he continued to scribble down whatever his brain was able to pick up from the numerous books before him. For a while, the two worked in silence, the sound of the quil tips gliding across the skin of papers was all that could be heard, minus some general whispering among other students. He had been sitting there studying -waiting for her to spill whatever had brought her here- but it seemed as though she was genuinely here to study. Of course, he had grown impatient, he was a year senior, he had noticed her the moment she had gotten up on stage, an excited little grin plastered on her face, sitting there, waiting for the hat to sort her into the house of her choice- only it never came. For as soon as the sorting hat declared its decision, she sat there motionless, as if dead- sure, not a lot of people felt the pride and joy of being sorted into Hufflepuff, which is why he wasn't surprised, but as soon as he noticed how all the Headmaster's had gasped as well, he knew there was something off about the whole situation. He was not even a prefect back then, but Professor Sprout had called him into her office the next morning, claiming that she had a special job for him.

"This is Y/N L/N" she had said, standing next to the same girl from yesterday, who seemed to be lost in thought- completely disassociated with the world around her. "Y/N, darling, this is Cedric, he's only a year older than you, but he's been our pride and joy, he's a wonderful boy too-"

"I don't care." She spat, cutting her off, pulling away from her as she turned to glare at Cedric, "I don't even belong in this rubbish house-"

"What was that?" He countered, only to stop when the Headmaster gestured for him to stop, continuing instead of him. She got down on her knees, and the chubby woman pulled the girl close, letting her resist and put up a fight, but she had engulfed her in a hug, a tight one too. To someone else, it would seem as though the older woman was crushing the child, but for the year he had already spent at Hogwarts, he knew she was nothing but an empath- she was going to drain out all the negativity from the little girl if she had to. After a few minutes of the girl squirming and cursing at her- even calling her a fat old hag- she slowed down, resorting to little whines, which morphed into whimpers. It was only at that point had he realized that she was crying, clinging onto the professor for her dear life as she sobbed into her shoulder, dampening the material. His eyes met the Headmaster's who looked at him with a tinge of guilt in her eyes and at that moment he knew why she had called him in. For the little girl letting out muffled, "It's not fair...I didn't even get to choose " and "Why do they hate me for something I didn't decide", was going to become his responsibility. 

The young boy had no idea why he was being given a spoiled brat to take care of, for in a few days of having her in their house he had realised what a pain she actually was. For the past whole week she had been nothing but rude to everyone in her house, she'd hiss at them like a feral cat, locking herself up in her room- yes, apparently she was rich enough to get herself a solo room- only coming out to go to class or eat, usually, she wouldn't even come to eat, just go to her room directly, or some other unknown location. He was yet to figure out how or what Sprout even wanted him to do, she was doing just fine if you'd ask him.

That is until he fatalfound her one night crying in the washrooms where weeping Mertal resided. Yes, it was technically his fault, he was supposed to make sure all the first years were in bed, but perhaps he didn't care where she was. Frankly speaking, Sprout had lost her mind, '

'Didn't I tell you to treat her like your little sister, Cedric? She isn't a bad nut, just... One that was toasted for too long, you know? Shell's all hardened up, but the slightest crack may be fatal'.

No, professor, I have no idea what in Merlin's name that means- is what he wanted to say, but she didn't let him argue, only pushed him out of the common room, telling him to go look for his 'little sister'. Hence, after searching the entire castle- and showing the note she had written for every professor that had caught him outside after hours, he had finally made his way up here, slowly opening the door of the abandoned girl's washroom. Coming face to face with the infamous, noisy ghost,

"There's a BOY here- " she gasped, "Are you here to throw mud on her too~ she's been crying for almost the whole day~"

"Thank you Mertal." That is all he said as he walked past her, ignoring her usual whines. He was tired, he wanted to be wrapped up in his warm comforters, yet here he was. Slamming open the last hall door he froze, staring at the girl sitting on the lid of the toilet- covered in mud and leaves from head to toe. Her uniform was crinkled, filthy, and crippled by the huge splotches of mud, clinging onto each thread of the material, specs of mud splattered across her cheeks as she rubbed her eyes furiously. 

"Who did this?" He spat, moving closer as he pulled her hands away, gripping onto her wrists, not letting her pull back. 

"N-no one."

"Y/N" he kneeled in front of her, wiping her ears with the back of his sleeve. Yes, whatever image of this monstrosity that existed in his mind had shattered, of course, the sight of anyone like this would have his heart aching. "Who did this? You're not alone anymore okay I- I'm sorry I didn't come looking for you and I should have." he apologised, inspecting her face for anything other than mud. 

He was unsure of whether it was the apology or the fact that he had told her that she was no longer alone, but as soon as his eyes met her glassy orbs, she narrated the entire incident in tears- how she was cornered by a few children from other houses, nobles and that this was some kind of sick prank. he felt worse when she told him that this had been happening for over a month. For this very reason, she would avoid everyone and choose to stay in her room most of the time. How was he supposed to be upset with her after that? 

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't want them to hurt anyone else."

"Y/N?"

"Yes?"

"You are a Hufflepuff, no one would suffer through this alone if they weren't as strong as us badgers, I want you to remember, this house is your pride, the yellow and black we wear is our armor, we wear it with pride and protect it with a pure heart."

"What?"

"....let's get you cleaned up..." 

It was safe to say that the next day, all those who were involved in this act were sent to Professor Dumbledore's office and didn't bother her again. In his personal opinion, things had started to get a bit better after that, he had seen her intermingling with her year, making friends, and doing well in class. Laughing around with the rest of the lot. He had nodded how she'd avoid a lot of people- prominent faces- though he never said anything to that. As long as she wasn't causing trouble. A meek and mellow child she was, he says because as soon as she hit third year she DEMANDED to be put on the Quidditch team. It was at that moment he realized these spoiled brats could never be polite.

"What."

"Quidditch, Cedric- you know, flying on a broom and-"

"They don't just put you on the team."

"Okay, you ask them then."

"....I will repeat myself only once more-"

"Just tell me what I gotta do to become a keeper?"

"May I ask what has forced little old Y/N to barge into the boy dorms at midnight and demand such things?"

"Okay, first of all, you're the only one here. Everyone is out because it's new year's eve and you just stick around the school for me, which is very creepy. Do you not have a life?"

"I did ask you to come with me, my family wouldn't mind-"

"I have enough siblings, thank you."

"My god-"

"AND secondly, did you watch last season's match??? We lost to Slytherin AGAIN- WE LOST TO ALL THREE HOUSES!"

Wincing at the loudness, he shushed her, staring at her, sitting at the footstool below the window, facing him, wearing her expensive-looking pajamas. It was amusing how even though she was no longer in contact with her family, they would often send her expensive things- he believed they still cared for her but she brushed it off with an 'it's a take care of your pet while it's alive right now.' Nonetheless, he never brought it up afterward but had developed a more protective sibling-like bond with her- all because of Sprout.

"And you want to join because?"

"Because you said to accept the imperfections within the perfect- we need to become imperfectly perfect at the game."

"That makes no sense."

"Your words, not mine."

"...tryouts will be held next session, just ...apply okay?"

"You mean apply and get my uniform too? Understood."

He didn't argue with her, not because he believed in her, but because he was aware that he could not convince her otherwise. Once she had set her mind on something, she would be determined enough to get it- and just like that, the girl made the team's keeper and then the vice-captain. So, yes, he knew what she wanted this time, rather than whom she wanted, but he was not keen on her meddling with such affairs. Especially not Malfoy- it could've been anyone, ANYONE, and she had to reach for the forbidden green apple. Now, he had heard about her little adventures with the blonde, Sprout had explained how Malfoy had defended her, but Cedric had known people like Malfoy, he knew how easily they turned. How they could crush a little innocent puff's heart without a second thought. As much as he wanted to believe the Headmaster, he was somewhat sure that this was mere entertainment for the Slytherin Prince. Often boys play around with toys that are new and rare- she was no toy. She was rare as diamond and as precious as the pollen on the petals of sunflowers, but she was no toy to be thrown out once bored. If she was going to ask him for help-

"Cedric?"

"No."

"What?" She asked, staring at him utterly confused.

"No, I will not help you with Malfoy."

"I...I asked if you could pass me the ink pot."

"Oh." He gasped, cheeks burning at the thought of embarrassing himself. He had exposed himself and shown her his cards and he knew what was coming next.

"But speaking of" she placed the ink pot next to her papers, dipping the quill and leaving it there, "Malfoy~ I need to ask you something."

"Y/N."

"So, he's been avoiding me for a while-"

"You mean ignoring you." He sighed, closing his book and looking at her, "I told you -"

"No. Avoiding. Like ....he's scared and...look I don't want to force anyone, but...I don't want to be left in the dark anymore Cedric. I'm tired of people deciding FOR ME." She pointed at herself rather than at him, "You and Sprout and the rest of the house mean more than anything to me but...I- with him, I mean- you guys, you guys are my home, my family, people who accept me for me-"

"And he does too?" Snapping at her he began to stuff his things in his bag, leaving her wondering why he was so upset, it's not like Malfoy was going to eat her- she just wanted to know the truth, why could no one understand that? So yes, she was going to confront Malfoy, whether Cedric would help her out or not.

A/N: DO not fret, there will be more. Also, I've tagged everyone I could with this poor internet connection, if anyone is left, please tell me. I hope you all like it, thank you for taking out the time to read my mediocre stuff.

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[dracowars]

hi~ I've been binging all your draco imagines all morning and I looovee the way you write so much

and I was wondering if u Can you do an imagine where the reader is (8 months) pregnant and they go out to the park together and then, draco helps her with little stuff like tying her shoelace, blah blah etc (only if you're still taking requests)

thanks so much~!

founding of a family³ | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 0,7k

summary: where draco takes particular care of y/n while strolling through a park

a/n: you don't necessarily need to read the other parts of this!

warnings: pregnancy

universe: harry potter

“Careful, very gently”, Draco murmurs under his breath, more to himself than to you, as he gives you two helping hands to help you get off the bus that has just stopped at your desired destination. Knowing that all the passengers are looking at you at this moment and you can even hear one of the older ladies whispering something, you lower your head in embarrassment and let Draco help you out of the vehicle. The fresh, cool air that blows in your face outside immediately makes you breathe in deeply.

It rarely happens that you manage to go on a trip together these days, even leaving the house for more than a few hours has turned to a nuisance for you. Usually, you are both just stressed out by your jobs that there is no time to do anything else than lying down on the sofa after the day. But this weekend you finally had to get out and enjoy the beauty of London.

Some tourists who got off with you head towards the Buckingham Palace right away, which is not far away from where you are right now. Draco and you have a different goal though, but you follow them anyway.

“The older lady on the bus complimented you”, you mention as Draco takes your hand in his and starts to follow the excited tourists. At your words, he looks at you in surprise. “For helping me. Even if it was absolutely not necessary. I am pregnant, not sick.”

“It was indeed necessary! What if you tripped and fell?”

“Okay, maybe my stomach has gotten a lot bigger, but I can still put one foot in front of the other on my own, thank you very much”, you roll your eyes at him playfully, knowing that he only wants the best for you. For you and the baby.

“I have to protect you and the expensive goods you are carrying”, Draco smiles honestly and briefly places a hand on top of your stomach, the touch being warmly greeted with a light kick from the inside. “He or she can’t wait to meet us.”

“And neither can we”, you reply happily, placing your hand on his, which is now resting on your belly, before you lock your fingers together, giving him a gentle kiss, and you make your way towards Hyde Park.

Once there, it suddenly does not feel like you are in the middle of London anymore. The park exudes an incredible tranquility that has a very calming effect on your body. Occasionally squirrels cross the path in front of you, stopping for a moment to sniff before disappearing into the next tree.

“This is exactly what I needed”, you take in a deep breath, a grin on your face that cannot be taken away.

“Are you sure you can go further? Let us take a break instead”, Draco starts worrying again, and before you can even answer, he is already pulling you toward a bench. In fact, after just a few minutes of walking, you do feel a bit weak and exhausted, the extra weight sapping your strength enormously. Of course, Draco noticed this right away, which is why he would not accept any back talk anyway.

But that is exactly why you love him so much.

Your eyes fixed on the lake, you silently sit next to each other, his hand gently stroking your stomach, while something keeps moving inside of it.

“If you had told me a year ago that we were going to be sitting here, expecting our first child, I would not have believed you”, Draco finally says, his eyes meeting yours, which reflect so much love and affection. His words make you giggle. None of you would have believed it and yet here you are and could not be happier.

After you get up to start your walk back, Draco immediately grabs your hand again and wraps it around his arm so he can always make sure you are alright. But before you can take the first step, he stops you abruptly.

“Wait, your shoelace is untied! Hey- Let me do that!”, he scolds you just as you are about to bend down to solve the problem. Draco quickly sits you down onto the bench again and kneels down in front of you, touching the dirty ground, and relaces your shoes so you are safe again. When he gets up, he brushes the dirt from his legs and greets you with a bright grin.

“What would I do without my hero?”

[temnurus]

Drarry A/B/O Recs

Okay, so these are obviously all smut. As we've established, I rarely read anything without at least a little bit involved, but to be fair, this trope is basically made for it. Don't let that fool you into thinking that smut is the only thing that omegaverse fics can accomplish. I'm very picky about this trope for a reason. It's not often done well in the HP universe, but these are all 5/5 stars on my master list. If you're a fan of a/b/o, then these are all worth checking out.

Embers by shiftylinguini (E, 41k)

Thoughts: This is the best HP Omegaverse fic I've ever read that isn't currently a WiP. I usually don't find that the trope works well for this fandom, but shiftylinguini absolutely made me take that back with this fic. This isn't just about fucking. Harry helps Draco work through the issue of his block when it comes to knotting, but they bond in an incredibly intimate way (emotionally, too, you deviants) in the process. It's in my top ten for a reason. Amazing!

Turn, Drop, Fall by Tessa Crowley (E, 29k)

Thoughts: Mind the tags if any of that isn't your thing. I'll go against the grain and clarify that the Attempted Rape/Noncon isn't between Harry and Draco, and it doesn't go past manhandling. That aside, this fic was riveting and sucked me in from the very first scene. The smut was some of the hottest I've read, and Harry and Draco's interactions were always passionate and very compelling. The pining in this was excruciating, but it was definitely worth it for the happy ending. I highly recommend this. It's a very well written a/b/o fic.

Burning the Ground by lq_traintracks (E, 10k)

Thoughts: This was stupidly hot, and I cannot stress that enough. Draco's concern for Harry, the victim of a werewolf attack, was very apparent from the onset, and one of my absolute favorite parts of this was their banter even in the midst of such a serious situation. The sexual tension was off the charts in this, and the smut was top notch. I highly recommend this one.

This Is How by bixgirl1 (E, 6k)

Thoughts: This was insanely hot. I love that they were working towards friendship before the surprise of Draco's first heat, and it always tickles me how we who love Drarry use their obsession with each other in school as a backdrop for the fact that they're obviously meant for each other. I find the mechanics of a/b/o fascinating, and the author's own hints about how it would work in this AU are interesting. This was a great read.

Tending the Flames by keyflight790 (E, 6k)

Thoughts: This was incredibly hot and sweet all at once. I enjoyed the juxtaposition of serious conversation during them being intimate, how Harry was insistent on convincing Draco that he loved him and wanted him, no one else. I also thought the daddy kink slipped in there was especially nice. And there's incredible fan art, too!

The Songbirds of Avebury Manor by Tessa Crowley (E, 18k)

Thoughts: I loved the roles the author placed everyone in, the characterizations fit the story, and the writing style fit the time period perfectly. The tone was overall incredibly romantic, and I'm a sap who loves that sort of thing. I loved the understated pining, and the bit of intrigue to the plot was a nice way to keep things lively. As stated previously, I don't often see omegaverse fics done well in the HP-verse, so this was a nice treat.

A Late Presentation by SouthronWilding (E, 10k)

Thoughts: I loved Draco's characterization. His reluctance about the whole affair down to him fighting his instincts was very on point. I also appreciated Harry's signing up to be an alpha volunteer. He would do something like that with his 'saving people thing'. I also really appreciated the moments of vulnerability throughout this, and the smut was both hot and intimate. There's a sequel in the works, but it's still a WiP and hasn’t been updated in quite some time.

Rut Mentoring Services Rendered by kitty_fic (E, 3k)

Thoughts: I loved how Harry and Draco both felt in character, the scenario itself was utterly believable, and so much of their history was covered so succinctly. That was brilliantly done. I felt like I got a lot more fic in only 3k. Their chemistry was undeniable, and the sex itself was filthy and hot and perfect. Excellent PWP!

Heat of the Moment by Writcraft (E, 2k)

Thoughts: It would be just like Draco to avoid the hell out of Harry until he absolutely couldn't anymore. The intensity of the feelings in this were incredible, and the urgency of the sex was hot and delightful, tempered nicely by Harry's concern for Draco and his need to make the frown between his eyebrows go away. Everything Writcraft touches turns to gold. Loved this.

The Lily Spell by pickledghost (E, 86k)

Thoughts: This was so incredibly lovely. I adore omegaverse fics done well, and I really enjoyed this one. I didn't mind Draco's characterization being OOC at all. I loved it, actually. He was so sweet I just couldn't get enough of him. Harry's characterization was great, too. It was a very realistic interpretation of how Harry might've turned out if there'd been no second war. He was still very much himself at his core, just more confident and self-assured, I think. I loved how protective he was of Draco from the very beginning. The slow burn was so well done that I didn't even notice the passage of time while I was glued to the story. It hooked me in and kept me invested from start to finish. The smut was both hot and incredibly fully of emotion. I can’t recommend this highly enough. It was wonderfully done.

[severus-snaps]

Based entirely on conjecture and one line of one of PS where Snape was Quidditch referee, and Harry's warned that Snape was going to favour Hufflepuff, I imagine Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff just thought of him as strict and unpleasant but not as bad as he was to the Trio and Neville and/or Gryffindor as a whole

There's also the fact that Luna is content to talk about why Harry shouldn't be an Auror because of the Rotfang Conspiracy in front of Snape (when Snape introduced that Harry wanted to be/implied he couldn't be an Auror) at Slughorn's party. Of course, Luna is mostly content to say whatever, whenever- but I doubt she'll have expected any kind of retaliation beyond the usual reaction she'd get from anyone else, and in fact Snape is right there with the others like ??? Until his attention is captured by Draco

I think it fits Snape somehow to favour Slytherin where he can (although in the books he doesn't ever award points to anyone, even Slytherin, so he just takes their side in disputes) and (in his mind, rightfully) takes Gryffindor down a peg or two, whilst the other houses are more or less neutral parties. Students in those houses probably sink or swim with his abrasive teaching style but I expect he's not being intentionally harsh like he is with Harry & Co 😂

And we know he likes to amuse himself at the expense of the students. With no Harry and no Voldemort I just think that would be more chill Snape, "prankster-ish" than intentionally venomous, just to keep up his malevolent reputation now that the world thinks he's a lovelorn sap and tortured hero

And if he gets too mean there'd be outrage; everyone knows his history now, he's killed Dumbledore. If he doesn't chill he might lose his job 😅 he might even chill out naturally at long last in the absence of many of the stressors of before, all of his previous tormentors are dead, people admire him and it softens him and celebrity softens a lot of people's attitudes to bad behaviour, etc

Sorry for the ramble I just see him chilling slightly and having a good time being only slightly a dick :P

can you imagine if severus had lived and went on teaching at hogwarts? everyone would think he was the COOLEST TEACHER EVER.

helped save the wizarding world by defying voldemort. dark and mysterious past so any number of rumours could arise. known tendency to do good deeds and not tell anyone, providing scope for the evillest rumours to have some 'greater/secretly good' twist aspect. supposedly brutal death, survived. got the scars to prove it broody, distant personality and will never discuss anything but the work with students, no matter how much they ask.

this is fertile ground for school rumours, the most fertile you've ever seen. when i was in school there was a physics teacher who (rumour had it) used to be a guard at a diamond mine in south africa, and he supposedly had a bullet wound scar - and ignoring the ethics of that for a moment - the girls adored him and thought he was the hottest teacher ever, the guys thought he was so cool, and not a one of us gave a shit about physics

the snape rumours change every day. there's five variations on each one. there's snape lore in the school that you have to brush up on as a first-year. the kids are DESPERATE to get a scathing snape burn in class. when he's cruel and demeaning, the kids' faces LIGHT UP and he's furious that that doesn't work any more so most of the time he gives the class the silent treatment

harry's shouted out everywhere that Sev did it all for Lily, and so the girls and single mums (and some not single mums) think he's the god of romance. suddenly sev finds himself the new Lockhart, and he LOATHES IT

he receives firewhiskey and care packages from thankful parents for the first few years, so much that he has to start re-gifting them in the staffroom, and he even gains a little bit of weight from all the chocolate cauldrons. he stops attending breakfast for the first few weeks, because all the owls with letters of thanks were disruptive

he asks one time in class if anyone had any questions about the cure for boils and EVERY hand goes up. he pauses, surveying the class. "are there any questions about the potion" he says, and every hand goes down - but one.

"did you ever use this potion defeat Voldemort"

he considers resigning in that moment, but at least hogwarts keeps him away from his #1 enemy - media attention. kids are easier to keep in line than journalists. unfortunately the other teachers think all of this is hilarious, and give him a daily run-down of their favourites in the staffroom

eventually Sev starts putting out his own far-fetched rumours via staged, easily overheard conversations near students with minerva - just to be a little shit about it.

[t-h-i-n-g]

Hello im R

Can you write a fic for Hermione Granger? Just any fic for her basically :)

These Moments

a/n: MIONE MY LOVE MY HONEY MY BABY ILL DO ANYTHING FOR HER. sell my soul? considerate done. jump off a cliff? ill do it in my sleep. get stranded in the Sahara desert? psh childs play. anwho- ty for requesting! i wrote most of this at like 1 am so sorry if it's a little wonky in some spots. but just know 1 am me is such a sap.

word count: 1.1k

summary: you wish moments like these would last forever.

warning: NOTHIN BUT FLUFF

hp - masterlist m.masterlist

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The silence of the Gryffindor common room was soothing. The usual hustling and bustling was at a surprising all time low. Where the fellow students wandered off to? You didn't know, nor did you care. All that mattered for the moment was Hermione's hair threading through your fingers.

Sitting on a couch, a pillow rested on your lap. And on top of that rested Hermione. A book in her hands while she was propped up on the cushion. Her legs took up the remainder of the couch, covered with a blanket you had given her for Christmas this past year. The fireplace casted light throughout the room. Allowing her to dive into the endless world of fiction she held in her grasp.

However Moine found it slightly difficult to focus with the constant brushing of your fingernails across her scalp. Her eyelids subconsciously fell shut now and then. The sound of your steady breaths and the crackling from the fireplace lulling her to sleep.

But she wouldn't give in. Snapping her eyes open she attempted once more to scan over the small black text. Resting the book now on her stomach, bringing her gaze down with it.

You watched her quietly. Your own book having been swept to the side onto the arm of the couch when a curious feather-like touch brushed against the back of your hand. Which was how you ended up here. Half an hour later and not a simple word was spoken in the room. Times like these were your favorite. 

When it was just you and her. The boys going off by themselves to do who knows what. To go be their dumb selves per usual. Maybe deciding to hex Malfoys toothpaste to make it taste like rotten eggs or something. Once again you didn't necessarily care what it was. For the fact you had any time at all alone with Hermione was a blessing itself.

The two of you both had constant school work to attend everyday (hers being more of the stuff she works ahead on and extra credits). As well as saving the wizarding world, what felt like every single day of your life was a constant worry and took up plenty of time in your week too.

Which was why you were grateful for these moments. Not having to worry about any care at all. Only caring about and focusing on her. Sure you were able to see her throughout the day. At lunch, in classes, or passing one another in the hallway. But she had a different aura when a comfortable silence aromed the air. Her face relaxes and she allows herself to be off guard and vulnerable with you. The mask that everyone knows as the golden student Hermione Granger comes off to reveal a tired, quiet girl.

Not to say she wasn't verbal. Of course she always speaks her mind and stands up for what's right but having to constantly stick up to irritating individuals on a daily basis wears on a person. Like everyone else she needs some time to recharge and she likes to spend that time with you. Just basking in your presence. Either it be in the library or your room. She found comfort in having you there when she needs it. The quiet reassurance that you would listen if she wanted you to. You would talk if she wanted you to. You would hold her if she needed you to. Anything. She could ask for anything and you would try your damned hardest to give it to her.

And you know she would do the same for you. All the times she's rubbed your back soothingingly when you bombed a test you studied so hard on. Or when Draco decided to be more of an arsehole than he usually was to you, she would be there to fire down his insults.

Which is why as the sky grows darker and the stars show through the windows you don't excite for the time of enjoyment coming to a close.

You took in the darting of her eyes. How she fought to keep them open in a silent battle.

"How about we head up to bed, love," you offered quietly. You wish you could stay here just a moment longer but with Hermione half asleep this was probably the best option. It was getting late and Snape had an important lecture scheduled early in the morning anyway.

Shutting her book she tilted her head to look up into your eyes. They were also fatigued with the wanting of sleep. Staring into them a second more before Hermione let out a huff through her nose and sat up. Dragging a hand down her face while you tossed the pillow to the side and stood. 

You held a hand out to her. She then planted her feet on the cold tiles of the common room. Taking your outstretched limb with hers as well as dragging her blanket in her other. Hermione grumbled quietly as you both made your way up the steps. Saying something about how potions were stupid and that this week was tiring enough. 

You huffed out a breathy laugh beside her. Placing a hand on the small of her back to keep coaxing her forward. You held the dormitory’s door open for her. Hermoine shuffled by slowly, flopping down onto her bed without a sound.

Letting out a snort you crouched beside her. Brushing away the strands of hair that fell onto her face. She smiled at you lazily. Humming softly to herself at the warmth of your palm on her cheek.

Leaning across the side of the bed you planted a quick kiss to her lips and wished her a good night. Once standing again your hands went to the air, stretching out your back. A pull was felt on your pant leg when you went to retreat to your own bed. You looked down at Hermione with a quirked brow. She scooted across her sheets to make room, patting the empty space while she slid under the covers.

“Do you not remember what happened last time?” you jokingly asked. Hermione rolled her eyes. Recalling the last time you slept in the same bed and woke up with the other girls in the dormitory surrounding you. Staring at you like wide eyed owls. “Who knows maybe they’ll actually tell someone this time,” you muttered, plopping yourself down onto the pillows.

Hermoine shuffled closer. Resting her head on your arm as your legs instinctively tangled together.

“You’re McGonagall’s favorite. She’s not going to mind,” Hermoine stated, settling into your side. You hummed in response with an arm wrapping around her shoulders. Your fingers settling once again to run across her scalp. Her breaths grew slowly and more heavy. The crease of her brow disappearing as her mouth partially opened, cheek squished against you.

“If we get in trouble I’m blaming you,” you mumbled, eyes slowly following her actions. Falling shut to drift into the void of sleep.

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