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[tippilo]

The Tenuous Threads of Friendship and Desire

“Don’t do this, Hermione,” he grumbles, running his hand through his hair. His bare chest flexes with the movement. The bloody towel shifts on his hips and she can’t tear her eyes away.

“What?”

“Push me away!”

“I’m not!” she scoffs.

“It’s all you ever do!”

“That isn’t true!”

“Do you know why I stopped going on dates? Do you know why I turned down every fucking girl my mom set me up with?”

Hermione does not want to hear this. She turns, heading back to the floo.

“Stop! Please!” he shouts, “let me finish... Let me get this out.” She pauses, unable to deny the hurt in his tone. “They aren’t you, Hermione. None of them, and as much as I love fighting with you, I’m sick of fighting this!”

Oneshot! Read on AO3 and find out for yourselves if that towel can hold up! 🤍

Dramione fanfiction by @tippilo

Art commissioned for this fic, by the talented @pollyholyart

[justsomewritingblog]

The Right Thing

Request:  Nope

Requested By:  Nobody

Prompt: "Don’t patronize me for something you were too scared to do!"

Pairing:  Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!OC/reader

Summary:  Hunt's best friend, Draco Malfoy, accepts the Dark Mark. She doesn't approve.

Warnings:  violence (battle), mentions of death, mentions of blood

A/N:  THIS IS SOOOO LATE. Holy moly, where does the time go?

Word Count:  12K+

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I walked through Hogwarts’ doors, looking up and marveling at the scale of the place.

“First years, follow me, please,” a woman- I assumed a witch- instructed before leading everyone up a staircase.  She wore a large pointy hat and green robes.

I followed her, grimacing as I bumped shoulders with a few other children.

“The sorting ceremony is your initiation at Hogwarts,” the woman explained, leading us through large double doors.

A big room with four long tables was revealed to us.  They were nearly full with teenagers.  Another table was at the end of the room, many adults sitting at it.  Candles floated in the air, casting a pleasant warm glow.

As we were led further into the room, I could see a stool with something sitting atop it in front of the adults’ table.

The witch turned to face us, gesturing to the space in front of her.  “Wait here, please.  Before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words.”

A man with long white hair and beard stood from his seat at the middle of the adult table.  “I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce.”  He paused.  “The first years, please note…that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students.  Also, our caretaker,” he gestured to the doors, “Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you… that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone that does not wish to die a most painful death.”

I cocked an eyebrow.

“Thank you.”  Dumbledore smiled before sitting back down.

The witch that led us in pulled out a scroll, opening it.  “Now, when I call your name, you will come forth… I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head,” she lifted the hat, “and you will be sorted into your houses.”  She looked down at the scroll she held in her right hand before looking back towards the crowd of first years.  “Hermione Granger.”

A girl near the front of the group slowly moved forward, sitting on the stool. The hat was placed on her bushy hair.  A few seconds later it shouted out “Gryffindor!”

One of the long tables erupted into cheers and applause.

I assumed that was the Gryffindor table.

Granger got off the stool, moving to sit at the table.

At the call of my name, I turned to the witch and eyed the hat in her hand before moving towards the stool, sitting down atop it.

“Ahh,” the hat said.  “What have we here?  Got a bit of bravery, a good deal of loyalty to your close friends…”

I looked up as best I could, trying to see the hat.

It went on.  “Smart, too.  I also see a great deal of passion and ambition.  You want things to go your way, and you’ll do much to get yourself there.”  The hat hummed.  “Do you have any preferences?”

“Wherever will benefit me the most,” I reasoned quietly, hoping that my parents would be proud no matter what house I was put in.

“Very well.  I will put you in…Slytherin!”

I let out a small breath of relief as the table by the right wall grew loud with claps. The hat was lifted off my head and I moved from the stool, making my way to the end table.  I slid down the empty end of the benches, sitting by another student before returning my attention to the ceremony.

The witch looked at her scroll again before lifting her head.  “Draco Malfoy.”

A boy near the front moved towards the stool, his hair the whitest blond I had ever seen.  He sat on the stool, turning to face the students.

The witch began to lower the hat.

“Slytherin!”

My table began clapping again.

I raised an eyebrow.  I didn’t think the hat even touched his head.

The boy walked over to the Slytherin table, sitting across from me.

“Susan Bones.”

A redheaded girl stepped forward to sit on the stool, a nervous look on her face.

“My name is Malfoy.  Draco Malfoy.”

I turned, looking at the boy addressing me.

His hand was outstretched.

I eyed it, extending my hand to shake it as I looked back into his grey eyes.  “I know.”

He cocked an intrigued eyebrow, his confident smirk growing as he returned his hand to his side.  “You’ve heard of me.”

“Most pureblood families know who the Malfoys are,” I reasoned, glancing back in time to see Bones walking towards a table.

It wasn’t the Gryffindor or Slytherin ones, but I couldn’t tell if it was Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.

I turned back to the blond.  “Your name was also just announced.”

“Ronald Weasley.”

I looked back, seeing a redheaded boy move towards the seat.

The hat was placed on his head and shortly shouted out “Gryffindor”.

Weasley let out a sigh of relief, moving to the table and sitting amongst several other redheads.

“How many children does one family need?”

I turned to Malfoy, noting his displeased expression.

“Harry Potter.”

My eyes widened and I spun around.

A boy with dark hair and circular glasses moved out of the crowd, looking back briefly before settling on the stool.

The hat was placed on his head.  For many moments, it sat there.

Potter muttered something.

The hat finally yelled out “Gryffindor!”

Potter got off the seat and moved to the Gryffindor table as everyone greeted him with enthusiasm.

I heard a scoff and looked back at Malfoy.

“Precious Potter,” he said with a sneer.  “I’m surprised they didn’t have a parade for him.”

I smirked.  “The day’s not over, Malfoy.”

Malfoy’s frown turned into a mischievous smile.  “I think you and I can be great friends, Hunt.”

My smirk grew into a grin.  “I think so, too.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I stepped away from the display at the front of the bookshop, beginning to head towards the exit.

Gilderoy Lockhart was, unfortunately, selling the textbooks needed for the school year.

My parents walked behind me, talking to each other.

I lifted my gaze, seeing a mass of red hair.

Moving through the group of spectators, I approached them.  “Ah, the Weasleys,” I said, looking over at them.  “Fancy meeting you here.”

Some eyed me suspiciously, others in simple confusion.

“What do you want, Hunt?”

I turned to Ron.  “Nothing, Weasley.”  I cocked an eyebrow.  “I’m just here for my books.”  I looked between all of the children.  “I assume you’re here to do the same?”

Lockhart moved towards the group, grabbing Potter and pulling him up to the front, making some sort of remark about them being in the newspaper.

“Something like that,” Ron said coldly.

I raised an eyebrow.  “I’m not your enemy, Weasley.”

“Any friend of Malfoy is an enemy of mine,” he said, looking over at me.

I straightened, my clutch on my books tightening.  “I see.”  Turning around to face my parents, I nodded towards another area of the shop.  “I’m almost ready.  I just want to look at one more thing.”

“Alright,” my mother said, smiling down at me.

I moved to a different corner of the store, eyes raking over the bindings of the books.  I frowned. The book I was thinking about getting wasn’t there. I returned to my parents, nodding at them.  “I’m done.”

They nodded back and began to usher me towards the door.

The Weasleys and their crew had moved towards the exit, as well.

“-Potter.  You’ve got yourself a girlfriend.”

I smiled at the familiar voice.  Moving around the Weasleys, I made my way towards the blond.  “Draco,” I greeted with a smile.

Draco lifted his gaze to me before it was immediately drawn to his father’s cane that pushed on his shoulder to move him out of the way.

Mr. Malfoy began talking to Potter as I walked behind him, heading for Draco.

“Good to see you, Draco,” I said with a smile.

He gave a forced smile back before his gaze drifted over my shoulder to look at his father.

My smile dropped of its own accord, but I managed to keep it from falling completely into a frown.  Clearing my throat, I looked up at him.  “Did you get your books yet?”

“I got them earlier,” he replied distractedly, only glancing down at me for a brief moment.

“I see.”  Looking to the side, I huffed out a breath before looking back to the blond.  “I guess I’ll see you at school, Draco.”

He nodded, his eyes still on his father.

I frowned, returning to my parents.  “I’m ready to leave.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I looked around Platform Nine and Three Quarters, standing on the tips of my toes to see over people.  

Parents were saying goodbye to their children before they boarded the Hogwarts Express.

My gaze landed on a head of blond hair.  I smiled at the familiar shade.  Feet moving into action, I made my way over, the speed of my steps increasing as I got closer.  As I approached, his gaze scanned the area before landing on me.

A smile graced his sharpening features.  He turned and said something to Crabbe and Goyle, who both went inside the train, before striding towards me.

“Draco,” I greeted quietly as he approached me.  I met his gaze and let out a chuckle.  “I have to look up at you, now.”

He smirked down at me.  “Are you saying you haven’t always looked up to me?”

I rolled my eyes with a scoff.  “Hardly.” We made our way into the train. I followed behind Draco as he led me through the compartments.

He looked into each window before moving on.  He stopped, entering the box that Crabbe and Goyle were sitting in.

I followed, sitting opposite Goyle, Draco on my right.  Raising an eyebrow, I looked between the three.  “What nonsense do you think will go on at Hogwarts this year?”

Draco scoffed.  “Whatever it is, you can bet Potter and his friends will be at the center of it.”

I chuckled.  “Well, obviously.”  I adjusted in my seat.  “I swear those three look for trouble.”

The loud sound of the train’s breaks filled the air.

I winced, looking towards the window.  “We can’t be at Hogwarts yet.”  Turning to the door, I slid it open, sticking my head out to peer towards the front of the train.  I could see other students doing the same.

“The stupid thing probably broke down,” Draco sneered.

I drew my head back in, closing the door, as I turned to my housemates.

The lights went out.

“Oh, lovely,” I muttered.

The train jostled.

I gripped the edge of the bench to steady myself.  “What in the name of Salazar is going on here?”

A harsh chill fell over the room.

Ice began to form on the window.

The loud sounds of the rain hitting the still compartment filled my ears.

I reached towards the door, lowering the curtain.  Sliding backwards along the bench, I kept my eyes on the only entrance as I pulled out my wand.

A figure passed the compartment, casting a cloaked shadow on the curtain.

I held my breath.

Silence stretched on for a few moments.

My gaze stayed locked on the doorway, even as the lights came back on.

“What was that,” Crabbe asked after a few more beats of quiet.

The train began moving again.

I relaxed slightly, moving slightly away from Draco to look between the three of them.  “Nothing good.”

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“The Yule Ball has been a tradition of the Triwizard Tournament since its inception,” Professor McGonagall began, clasping her hands together as she began walking between the rows of seated students.  “On Christmas Eve night, we and our guests gather in the Great Hall for a night of well-mannered frivolity.”  She paused and looked around.  “As representatives of the host school I expect each and every one of you to put your best foot forward… and I mean this literally, because the Yule Ball is first and foremost… a dance.”

Whispers broke out among the students; excited sounds from the girls, irritated sounds from the boys.

I smirked.

Professor McGonagall held up her hands.  “Silence!”

The students quieted.

“The house of Godric Gryffindor has commanded the respect of the wizard world for nearly ten centuries.  I will not have you, in the course of a single evening, besmirching that name by behaving like a babbling, bumbling band of baboons.”  She smiled.  “Now, to dance is to let the body breathe.”  She turned towards us.  “Inside every girl, a secret swan slumbers, longing to burst forth and take flight.”

I shifted my gaze to Draco, who was sitting across the room.

His cool, grey eyes met mine.

I pointedly rolled my eyes before smirking.

He smirked back before wiping his expression, looking to the head of Gryffindor as she turned to them.

“Inside every boy, a lordly lion prepared to prance- Mister Weasley.”  Professor McGonagall walked towards him.

Ronald looked up at her, looking the most uncomfortable I’d ever seen him.  “Yes,” he asked quietly.

She reached her hand down.  “Will you join me please?”

Weasley got up silently as the rest of the boys laughed.

Potter gave his best friend a push, grinning at him.

The ginger met the Professor in the middle of the room.

She held up her arms.  “Now.  Place your right hand on my waist.”

He looked horrified.  “Where?”

“My waist.”

Weasley apprehensively placed his hand on his professor’s waist.

A wolf whistle sounded from the boy’s side of the room.

The redhead turned his head towards it, pulling his hand off.

Professor McGonagall grabbed it, putting it back.  “And extend your arm.”  She looked over her shoulder.  “Mr. Filch, if you please.”

Filch put the needle down on the gramophone.

Music filled the room.

Professor McGonagall looked back to Ron.  “One, two, three.  One, two, three.”  She began to lead him in dance steps.  “Everybody come together!”

The girls all stood in a hurry, moving onto the dance floor.

I sighed before pushing myself to my feet and joining them.

The boys sat further back in their chairs, seemingly trying to be swallowed by them.

“Boys!  On your feet!”

The boys all looked around at each other.

Longbottom finally stood, making his way towards us.

The rest of the group groaned before standing and walking over.

Professor McGonagall’s voice called above the noise.  “Everybody, Mister Malfoy!”

I stood on the tips of my toes, spotting the blond huff as he stood from his seat, slowly walking onto the dance floor.

His gaze raked the crowd.

I moved to make my way towards him when I bumped into someone.  “My apologies,” I said, looking up into the face of a Ravenclaw.

“It’s alright,” he assured with a small smile.

I paused, looking around him to see Draco.

“I guess we’re practicing…” the Ravenclaw said.  He looked down at me.  “Would you mind dancing with me?”

“Well, I was actually...” I looked to where Draco was, no longer seeing him.  My eyebrows furrowed.  I looked back up at the Ravenclaw.  “I’d… be delighted,” I said, forcing a practiced smile.

He grinned down at me, his white teeth standing out even more against his dark skin.  He placed his hands where they were supposed to go before beginning to move us along the floor.

I periodically looked around, trying to find my housemate.

“You’re very good.”

I looked back at the Ravenclaw.  “Thank you.  Knowing how to dance was a necessity with my family.”

“Have a lot of parties?”

I smiled.  “And things of similar nature.”

As soon as Professor McGonagall announced practice was over, I thanked my partner before stepping away, trying to find Draco.  Having no luck, I returned to the Slytherin Common Room.  “Pureblood,” I said distractedly before walking into the room.

The girls that were already there were excitedly discussing the upcoming dance.

I strode passed them, looking for the blond.

“Hunt!”

I turned around, looking at the group of girls.  “Yes?”

“Are you going to the ball?”

“Who was that man you were dancing with?”

I looked between my housemates.  “I don’t know, and I don’t know.”  I glanced to the side before turning back to them.  “Have any of you seen Draco?”

“I think he went up to the dorm rooms,” one of them said.

“Thank you.”  I moved towards the steps, grabbing Goyle’s sleeve, dragging him away from whatever he was doing, and pushed him up the stairs in front of me.

I was a little too old for slides.

Once at the top, I thanked him before turning to the dorm Draco was assigned.  I knocked on the door.

A few beats of silence followed before the sound of a quiet “it’s open” reached my ears.

I opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind me.

“What do you want,” Draco questioned, laying on his bed.  He was staring at the ceiling.

“Well, I wanted to dance with you, but you vanished.”

Draco snapped his head in my direction.  His surprised, and maybe even panicked, look quickly became masked by indifference.  “You were dancing with somebody else.”

I strode towards him, standing at the foot of his bed.  “I was trying to get to you,” I said, looking down at him.

He lifted his gaze to meet my eyes briefly before he lowered them again.  “Who were you dancing with, anyway?”

I shrugged.  “A Ravenclaw.  He’s nice.”

Draco’s eyes shifted to the side.

A few beats of silence passed.

My eyebrow quirked up for a split second.  “Are you going to the Yule Ball?”

“I don’t know.”

I hummed.  “Well, if you aren’t, I’m not.”

He finally moved his gaze back to my face.

I lifted a hand to gesture.  “Don’t let that affect your decision of course.  Just let me know what you choose.  I wouldn’t want to waste my time.”  I stepped away from his bed, moving towards the door.

“You aren’t going with that Ravenclaw?”

My steps halted.  “No.”  I turned around to face him.

A few more beats of silence passed.

“Did you want to go?”

I pursed my lips.  “I hadn’t decided.”

Another pause.

“I would only go if you did,” Draco said.  “You know how to dance, and I would never be seen with someone who would embarrass me,” he quickly tacked on.

I forced myself not to smile at his response.  “The choice is yours,” I said, moving towards the door.  I gripped the door handle before looking back at the blond.  “Goodnight, Draco.”

“Goodnight.”

I stepped out of his room, closing the door behind me.

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I made my way to the Great Hall.

Students were everywhere, standing in groups.

It was odd to see everyone dressed so nicely.

It was odd to be dressed so nicely at school.

Stopping by the steps, I ran my hand over my flowy skirt before reaching up and adjusting my hair.  Once I realized I had done the action I quickly dropped my hand to my side, chastising myself.

Why was I so nervous?

I fought the urge to fiddle with the jeweled silver necklace that rested at my collarbone.

Someone brushed my arm.

I turned to look at them.  “Oh, I-” I paused, seeing Potter and Weasley.  “Hello, boys.”  I silently eyed Weasley’s dress robes.

“Hunt,” Potter said tightly.

Weasley lowered his head.

I cleared my throat, looking over at the Boy Who Lived.  “Good job with the tournament so far, Potter.”

He forced a smile.  “Thanks.”

Two girls walked over.  “Hello, boys.”

The males lifted their heads, looking over at the pair.

Potter looked over at me.  “Excuse us.”

“Of course,” I said, gesturing at their dates.

The four of them moved a few steps away and began to converse.

“I see Potter managed to find a date.”

My head whipped around to the sound of the voice.

Draco’s head was turned towards Potter and Weasley, a grimace on his face.

My eyes traced his form in his dress robes appreciatively.  A twinge of horror ran through me, which I’m sure appeared on my face, before I forced the thoughts from my mind.  Clearing my throat, I followed his gaze.  “Yes.  I imagine it’s pretty easy when you’re as famous as he is.”

Draco scoffed.  “As if he wasn’t famous enough already.  Now he’s a part of the tourna-” Draco looked down at me, cutting himself off.  His eyes widened slightly.

I fought hard against fidgeting.  Instead, I raised a challenging eyebrow, hoping that if I ignored the red color growing on my cheeks, he wouldn’t notice it.  “Cat got your tongue, Malfoy?”  I smirked.

He met my gaze, an irritated look on his face, opening his mouth to reply.

“Ah, Mister Malfoy, Miss Hunt.”

Draco and I turned to the voice.

Professor McGonagall stood beside us.  “Please head inside the Great Hall.  The students are going to welcome the tournament champions and their dates.”

Draco’s face twitched in what I knew was him trying to not sneer.

I nodded.  “We will, Professor.”  Taking Draco’s arm, I pulled him towards the double doors.

We walked through, standing in one of the two lines along the entrance.

Music sounded and the champions walked in.

Fleur was first with her date, followed by Victor Krum and Granger.

Cedric Diggory and Chang followed them, Potter and his date taking up the rear.

I joined the others in clapping, noting that Draco’s clapping ceased once Krum had passed.

The champions and their dates began dancing.

Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall stepped onto the floor after a few minutes, beginning to dance as well.

Longbottom and Ginny Weasley followed.

Draco took my hand, pulling me onto the floor.  Turning to face me once he stopped, he took my hand in his, placing his other on my waist.

My heart jumped at the contact, and I fought to keep my expression from showing it, instead offering him a smile as I put my free hand on his shoulder.

We stepped in time with the music, effortlessly performing the familiar steps.

“Are you having fun yet?”

He looked down at me before his gaze drifted around the room.  “It could be worse,” he said as he lifted me into the air.

I smirked up at him as he set me back down, resuming our steps.  “Do I displease you that much?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”  He looked around.  “It’s crowded.  And Potter-”

“Don’t think about Potter.”  I held his gaze, trying to get my earnestness across.  “Not tonight, Draco.  Relax and enjoy the festivities, food, and people.”

Draco scanned the room again.  “I doubt I’ll get much enjoyment out of the people.”

I squeezed his hand that held mine.  “Try.”

Draco sighed through his nose before nodding.

~~~~~~~~~~

“Thank you for coming, Draco.”  I smiled softly.  “I hope you enjoyed yourself, at least a little.”

He shrugged one shoulder, looking to the wall.  “It wasn’t totally awful.”

I hummed a chuckle.

Draco looked back at me.  His grey eyes shifted between mine before flickering to my lips for a brief moment.  He held my gaze.  “Goodnight, Hunt.”

I nodded.  “Goodnight.”

We each turned around, heading towards our dormitories.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

“Did you know that Professor Umbridge is looking for people for an inquisitor squad?”

I turned the page of the textbook laid out on the Common Room table.  “No, I didn’t,” I replied, eyes scanning over the title of the next chapter.

“I’m going to volunteer.”

My gaze lifted from the page I was studying to meet Draco’s.  “What will that get you?”

“Power.  Authority.”

I wrote down something I expected would come up on a test in the near future.  “Both temporary.”

“Maybe.”  Draco paused.  “I might even get a good reputation with the Ministry.”

My quill stilled.  

Now that was interesting.

Eyes darting back and forth, I pondered the thought.  Lifting my head to look at Draco, I ignored his smirk.

He knew he had me.

“How many people is she looking for,” I asked.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

I stepped inside Malfoy Manor, falling into stride behind my parents.

“Lucius, Narcissa,” my father greeted, shaking their hands.  “It’s a pleasure to see you again.”

“And you,” Mrs. Malfoy replied, smiling.

“Have you…” Mr. Malfoy’s gaze shifted to me briefly, “informed her of the situation?”

“Not yet,” my mother said.

My eyebrows furrowed.  I opened my mouth to question them, but Mrs. Malfoy walked towards me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders.

“I imagine you want to see Draco, dear.”  She smiled down at me as she began to lead me towards their grand staircase.

“Mrs. Malfoy, what’s going on?”  I looked over at her as she walked with me up the steps.

“You’ll understand soon,” she assured, though her voice seemed off.

We reached the top of the steps.

“Draco,” Mrs. Malfoy called out.

I looked back down the steps, seeing Mr. Malfoy usher my parents into the dining area.

The sound of a door opening drew my attention back to the upstairs hallway.

Draco stepped out of his room, closing the door behind him.  He wore an entirely black suit, and when he turned to face his mother I could tell something was wrong.

My heart tugged and my stomach sank as I took in his furrowed eyebrows, dark circles under his eyes and prevalent frown on his face.

“-to see you, dear.”

Draco nodded, lowering his head as he cast his gaze at the floor.

Mrs. Malfoy placed her hand on Draco’s cheek for a few moments before walking back downstairs.

I waited with held breath.

Draco, without lifting his head, turned back around and went back inside his room.

The door was left ajar.

I waited a few moments, stuck in place, before forcing my feet to follow him.  Walking inside his room, I stared at his back, stopping just inside as I closed the door halfway.  Turning to him, I tried to fight against my nausea.  “Draco,” I called out quietly.  Taking a small step towards him, I asked “what’s wrong?”

He let out a shaky breath, one which I could see in his back and shoulders, and turned his head away from me slightly.

I took a couple more steps, lightly placing my hand on his shoulder.

He startled.

I moved around his right, trying to look at him, but he turned his head away further.  “Draco,” I said softly.

His jaw twitched.

“Look at me,” I whispered, my eyebrows pulling together.

He hesitated before turning his head towards me slightly.

I put my right hand on his cheek, bringing his head around to face me completely.

He still wouldn’t look me in the eyes.

“Draco.”

A few moments passed before he lifted his head.  His grey eyes were dim, filled with unshed tears.

My entire body got set on edge.  “Draco-”

He let out a short noise, similar to a sob, before crushing me in a hug.

I froze.

What in the world could get the Malfoy heir so upset?

I wrapped my arms around him.  “What’s wrong?”  I squeezed him.  “What happened?”

Nothing but muffled cries escaped him.

I tightened my hold, resting my head on his shoulder.  “Shhh.  It’s okay,” I tried to soothe.  Running my hand along his back, I reminded him to breathe.

“Children!”

My heart stopped.

Draco froze.

I lifted my head, turning to face the doorway.

“Come downstairs!”

My attention was drawn back to my best friend when I felt him pull away from me.

He stood up tall and straightened out his suit.

His eyes were red and wet.

I frowned.  “One moment,” I called back, not looking away from the boy before me.

He stared straight ahead, focused on the wall, as he wiped his eyes.

My frown deepened.

He moved around me, heading towards the door.

I quickly followed him out, needing to move fast to keep up with his purposeful steps.

Draco turned the corner, heading into the dining area.

I did the same, stopping dead in my tracks.

“Ah, Miss Hunt.”

My eyes widened.

The Dark Lord gestured at the free chairs at the table.  “Won’t you sit down?”

I looked to Voldemort’s right, seeing Mr. Malfoy.

Mrs. Malfoy sat on her husband’s other side, Draco sitting down beside her.

On Voldemort’s left… my parents.

As much as I wanted to sit by Draco, I reasoned with myself that sitting by my parents would be more professional.

Lowering myself into the seat beside my mother, I shifted my gaze briefly to Draco, who sat across from me, before looking back at Voldemort.

“Did you enjoy your visit with young Mister Malfoy?”

I blinked at the question, fighting to keep my expression neutral.

Not really.

“As much as could be expected,” I replied.

“Good.”  Voldemort nodded, grinning.  “I wanted to discuss business.”  He nodded his head towards my parents.  “Your parents have already accepted the Dark Mark, as have the Malfoys.”

I glanced at Draco, seeing his head still cast downward.  I looked back to the Dark Lord.

“The offer extends to you.”

All eyes turned on me, awaiting my decision.

I resisted the urge to shift in my seat.  “What do I get out of it?”

Voldemort laughed.

Everyone else looked baffled.

“What else?”  Voldemort grinned.  “Power.  The world will be yours.”

I nodded, sitting up straighter.  “And if I refuse?”

Everyone’s heads whipped around to face me.

They all looked horrified.

I saw a twinge of something flash across Voldemort’s face.

He chuckled.  “My dear Miss Hunt…” he clasped his hands on the table.  “If you are not with me… you are against me.”

The room fell silent.

“I see.”  I tilted my chin up.  “May I have some time to think it over?”

Voldemort’s expression fell for just a moment before he plastered a grin on his face.  “Certainly.  How long do you require?”

“A week.”

Voldemort nodded.  “Very well.  Until then.”  He nodded at me, but remained seated.

I stood.  “Thank you.”  Casting one last glance around the table at the people I grew up with, I walked out of the dining area.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I readjusted my grip on the bag I was carrying.  Stopping in front of my motel room, I pulled out the key and opened the door, closing and locking it behind me once inside.

It was getting late, and I wasn’t looking forward to the darkness that came with it.

Walking further into the room, I moved towards the kitchen before stopping in my tracks.

A figure was standing in the shadows.

I whipped out my wand.  “Stupe-”

“Expelliarmus!”

My wand flew out of my hand, hitting the floor several feet away.

I froze.

My heart skipped a beat and my stomach jumped to my throat.

Letting out a quiet sigh, I lowered my head, turning on the lightswitch.

The overhead lights illuminated the room.

I stared at a spot on the floor, not wanting to look my visitor in the eyes.  “What are you doing here?”

“I needed to see you.”

“Why?”  I lifted my head to look at him.  “How did you find me?”

Draco hesitated.  “They never lost you.”

I stared at him for a few moments before walking the few steps to retrieve my wand.  “So why are they only sending you now?”

“They didn’t send me.”

I turned to face him.  “Then why are you here?  If You-Know-Who knows where I am, why haven’t they come to kill me?”

His posture shifted.  “You ask a lot of questions.”

My eyes narrowed.  “Draco-”

“You’re safe.”  He paused.  “For now, at least.”

My eyes scanned him for a few moments, gaze settling on his sleeved arm.  “I could say the same to you.”  I looked up to meet his eyes.  “Getting the Dark Mark won’t protect you, Draco.  You’re smart enough to know he’s only going to use you until you’re no longer needed.”  I marched past him and put the bag of groceries on the kitchen counter.

“Don’t patronize me for something you were too scared to do!”

I turned around, seeing that Draco had taken a step towards me.

For the first time in the six years we’ve known each other, he was glaring at me.

I fought against the instinct to take a step backwards.

I looked him in the eyes, forcing my voice to be steady.  “I think we both know who acted out of fear.”

He held my gaze for a few moments before it dropped to the floor.

I sighed quietly, turning around again to put the food away.

A few moments of silence passed.

I closed the cabinet door.  “Do you want something to eat,” I asked, voice just above a whisper.

“I can’t stay.”

I frowned.  Realizing I was still tense, I forced my shoulders down.

More silence.

I closed a drawer.

“Why didn’t you accept the…”

“The offer?”  Without looking, I knew Draco was watching me.  “Truthfully?”  I turned around to face him.  “I don’t want to dominate the earth.  I have no desire to rule England or anything of the sort.”  I walked passed him, towards the couch.  “I don’t need to control a nation to get what I want in life.”

“What are your ambitions then?

My steps faltered.  “I…” I spun around to face him again, seeing that he had followed me.  “I would like to run a business.  Be successful.  Maybe get married…”

Draco’s eyes darted to the floor before looking back at me.

While his expression didn’t change much, I could see the surprise in his eyes and the slight twitch of his eyebrows.

“I don’t think ‘world dictator’ suits you, either,” I said.

“I don’t really have a choice,” he mumbled.

“Yes you do.”  I walked towards him, standing less than a foot away.  “Draco, this isn’t you.”

“I promised,” he said, his concerned eyes peering into mine.

“Promised?  Since when have you been concerned about keeping your promises?”

“Since they involved the Dark Lord,” he whispered, irises showing his fear.

My eyes shifted between his.  “Draco,” I reached down, taking his hands in mine, never pulling my gaze from his.  “Run away with me.  Leave this behind.  You can get what you want a different way-”

“I can’t.  They’re already tracking you, and I promised-”

“Draco, he’s going to kill you anyway,” I hissed.  Tears formed in my eyes.  “It’s only a matter of time.”

Draco’s eyes, growing wet as well, darted between my own.  “I have to protect you.”

It was so quiet and under-his-breath I barely heard it.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, don’t you dare,” I muttered, the tears flowing from my eyes.  Reaching forward, I pulled him into a hug, wrapping both of my arms around him as tightly as I could.

He reciprocated, clinging to me as if I were a raft on the open sea.

We buried our faces into each other’s shoulders.

I hugged him tighter.

It felt like I couldn’t get close enough.

“Draco, don’t risk your life for me,” I whispered.

His breath stuttered.  His grip on me strengthened.  “I can’t let anything happen to you.”

“Well, how do you think I feel?”  I pulled away just enough to look at his face.  “If you die because of me-” I cut myself off, my voice breaking.

“As long as I do what he wants, I won’t.”

“You don’t know that,” I retorted sharply.

Draco’s eyes shifted between mine for a few beats.  “I should go.”

Panic bloomed in my chest.  I couldn’t bear the thought of-  “What if…. what if I never see you again?”

Draco stared down at me for a few tense moments.  Leaning forward, he placed a kiss on my lips.

It only lasted a few seconds, and I was too in-shock to reciprocate before he pulled away.

“Be careful,” he whispered.

I swallowed hard as I stared up at him.  “You, too.”

Draco nodded, pulling out his wand.

I blinked, and he was gone.

Almost as if he was never there in the first place.

My mind raced.

I was only alive because Draco promised Lord Voldemort something.  Once that thing is done, whatever it is, or if Draco fails…

I took in a shaky breath, looking over at the kitchen.

What would happen if I left?

If the Death Eaters were no longer able to find me, would they have anything over Draco?  Would Draco be free, or would he simply be killed?

My stomach churned.

The risk wasn’t worth it.

I forced my legs to move towards the kitchen.

I would just have to trust that Harry Potter would fulfill his role and end this, once and for all.

My steps paused.

Harry Potter.

Gripping my wand, I walked towards the doorway.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Getting to the Boy Who Lived turned out to be harder than I had initially imagined.

I had presumed that the Weasley family would take him to protect him.

But first, I had to get rid of my babysitter.

Diagon Alley, since the shocking news of Dumbledore’s death, had become far less crowded than it had been.

Voldemort was free to do whatever he wanted.

Rightfully, the streets were nearly abandoned.

Losing the Death Eater was going to be harder than I thought.

I turned through several alleyways, going into shops and leaving them through different doors, sneaking around as best as I could.

Swiping a coat from a store, I tugged it on, tucking my hair into a hat I grabbed.  I strode out, altering my walk, as I made my way into the broom shop.  I grimaced as I looked at all of them.

Such an uncivilized form of travel.

With a sigh, I grabbed one and paid for it, wrapping it before exiting the building.

I had already tried apparating to the Weasleys’, but it wasn’t letting me.

They must have put spells against it.

Potter was definitely there.

I made my way to an apparition point, quickly traveling to the middle of nowhere.

The field I stood on was vast, and the plants around me were only just starting to grow.

My gaze dropped to the broom in my hand.

Letting out a sigh, I unwrapped it and straddled the object.

My heart began to race.

I had never once been on a broom before.

I gently pulled up on the object and it rose into the air.

I wobbled and clutched the broom tighter, leaning down closer to it in an attempt to be more stable.

The broom shot forward.

I leaned down lower, gasping.

The broom sped up.

That was interesting.

With all of my willpower and bravery, I unattached myself from the broom handle, sitting upright and leaning back.

The broom stopped.

I held on tightly, grunting as I was almost thrown from the sudden action.

Heaving out breaths, I brushed some of the hair out of my face.

Sitting upright, I cleared my throat.

Time to find the Weasleys.

~~~~~~~~~~~

I slowed down the broom as the Weasleys’ house grew closer.

A flying, uninvited, object approaching them from the sky would probably not be welcome.

I lowered into the tall grass surrounding the building.  Getting off the broom, I let out a relieved breath and looked around for any threats.

The Weasleys’ home was incredibly tall and skinny, almost as if whoever made it was trying to fit the whole family in there but only had a limited space to do so.

I saw some people wandering around the outside of the house.  Creeping closer, I could make out Professor Lupin.  My gaze lifted to one of the windows, noticing Potter walk by it, ascending a staircase.

They really should have their curtains closed.

I waited a few beats to see if anyone else was with him before apparating, landing on my feet behind the boy.

He spun around, drawing his wand.

I raised my hands in surrender.  “I’m not your enemy, Potter.”

His eyes narrowed behind his glasses.  “How do I know that?”

“If I wanted you dead, I would have killed you already,” I said with fake confidence, knowing deep down that Potter was likely more proficient than me at dueling.

But he didn’t know that.

“Yeah,” he nodded his head to the side briefly, “maybe.”

Slowly lowering my hands, I kept my gaze on him as I shifted my right hand to my left arm.

He watched me carefully as I rolled up my sleeve.

My bare forearm was revealed to him.

He let out a quiet relieved breath and lowered his wand to his side.  “What do you want?”

“I want to help you end this.”  I pulled my sleeve back down.  “I want this war to be over.”  My jaw clenched.  “I want my friend back.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Harry, you can’t be serious,” Weasley breathed.

“She hasn’t exactly proven herself to be one of us,” Granger said in a near whisper.  “Are you sure you can trust her,” she asked, her eyes darting to me.

“Yes,” Potter looked over at me.  “She doesn’t have the Dark Mark, and I believe her motivations.”

“But she’s a Slytherin.”

I rolled my eyes.  “Thank you, Weasley, I think he already figured that part out.”  I glared over at him.  “The point is, I have an idea.”

They eyed me suspiciously.

Hermione raised an eyebrow.  “And that would be?”

“Missy!”

An elf appeared beside me.  “Yes, Mistress?”

Potter and Weasley startled backwards slightly.

Granger gasped.

I looked down at the creature by my side.  “I need you to go to Malfoy Manor.”  I took a deep breath before continuing.  “The Dark Lord is there with all of his followers.”

“Oh, Mistress-!”

“I need you to find out all you can,” I insisted.  “Everything depends on it.”

Granger scoffed.  “Of all the-!”

I ignored her.

Missy’s ears drooped.  “Yes, Mistress.”

“Don’t be seen or heard.  When you get information, come back here.”  I looked over at Potter.  “I’ll be staying for a little while.”

Harry glanced over at me and nodded once, his jaw clenching briefly.

I turned back to Missy.  “Be careful.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor.  “Yes, Mistress.”

She vanished.

“You can’t be serious!”  Granger glared.  “Sending her to her death like that!  Why don’t you do it yourself!?  She’s not your slave!”

“Actually, she is,” I corrected, standing back to my full height and looking over at the Gryffindor.  “But the simple fact is, Missy would have a better chance of getting in and out without being noticed.”  I cocked an eyebrow, side-eyeing her.  “I didn’t hear you volunteering to go in her place.”

Granger glanced away.

“Alright.”  Potter cleared his throat awkwardly.  He turned to his friend.  “Ron, would you…?”

Weasley looked over at me.  “Yeah, I’ll tell Mum…”  Turning around, he walked out of the room.

Potter looked back at me.  “Well,” he glanced at Granger, “would you mind sharing your room, Hermione?”

“Don’t bother.”  I tilted my chin up slightly.  “I’ll sleep on the couch or the floor.”

They both shifted their gaze towards me, watching me for only a few moments before nodding.  “All right.  We’ll, uh……” Potter pursed his lips.  “We’ll see you later.”

They walked out.

I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.  My posture sank slightly and I clenched and unclenched my fist, resisting the urge to run my hand along my face.

That wasn’t proper.

In an effort to distract myself, I looked around the room.

It was cluttered.

Pictures, books, and things filled every horizontal surface in the room.

Clothes and blankets were strewn about, and I assumed this is where the rest of Potter’s protectors slept.

I wondered if they rotated someone to stay up and keep watch.

The couch looked old and worn, and I was not looking forward to laying on it.

The pattern was also a crime against all things elegant.

“Uh…..”

I turned at the sound of the voice, seeing Weasley in the doorway.

He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably.

I raised an eyebrow.

He mumbled a very fast “supper will be ready soon.”

I nodded.  “Thank you.”

As he exited, I tilted my head to the ceiling.

Salazar, help me.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I walked into the dining area as everyone began to sit down.

There were several chairs that clearly weren’t supposed to be there crowded around the table.

It was odd; to be sitting around the dining table and eating like a family in such a time of fear and chaos.

But maybe that’s why they did it.

My gaze raked the room, spotting the only empty chair.  I moved towards it, ignoring everyone’s stares.  Pulling the seat out, I sat between Professor Lupin and what I assumed to be another Weasley.

This one I didn’t recognize.

The room was extremely quiet and tense as people began to get food.

I waited until everyone was served before getting some, myself.

The silence stretched on.

I swallowed the food in my mouth.  “If you would prefer to talk with me out of the room, I’ll leave,” I said, not looking up from my plate as I cut some beef.

“We’re just surprised, is all.”

I looked to the head of the table at Mister Weasley.  “Because I’m a Slytherin, right?”  I shrugged one shoulder, looking around the room.  “You all just assume I’m here to spy for You-Know-Who, don’t you?  I’ve got news,” I raised an eyebrow, “not all Gryffindors are saints, either.”

Several beats passed.

I rolled my eyes, taking my napkin off my lap and dropping it on the table before awkwardly sliding my chair back away from the table.

It was so ridiculously tight in here.

Finally freed from the table, I stood up, marching out of the room and back upstairs.

I wasn’t hungry anyway.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Bloody Gryffindors.

Just as prejudiced as they accuse Slytherins of being.

I sighed, placing my chin on my hands as my elbows rested on my knees.

Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.

The hushed sounds of conversation- tense, but conversation- floated upstairs.

I fought tears.

It was scary to not belong.

Maybe I had become too used to belonging; too comfortable.

I always had a home to go to.  Loving parents.  A best friend.  My best friend’s home, when I didn’t feel like being at mine…

The sound of footsteps startled me from my thoughts.

I turned, looking up from my spot on the staircase.

The Weasley that was next to me for ‘supper’ approached, stopping at the bottom of the steps.

I resisted the urge to cross my arms, instead sitting up straighter and placing my hands on my knees.  I looked up at him.

It was silent for a few moments.

The Weasley cleared his throat and gestured vaguely before putting his hands in his pockets.  “Are you hungry?”

“I’m fine.”  I raised an eyebrow.  Truth be told, I was a little hungry, but I would rather not eat for a few days than experience whatever that was again.

He nodded, his fang earring jingling with the action.  He pursed his lips, his gaze fixed on the banister beside me.  “You can come back downstairs and eat, if you want.”

I let out a short, humorless laugh.  “No, thank you.  We’re all more comfortable if I don’t do that.  Besides,” I leaned back slightly, “if I’m up here, you all can discuss your plans without worrying about me hearing.”  I raised a challenging eyebrow.  “Although, I am surprised no one placed an Imperturbable charm.”

The Weasley nodded again, this time more slowly.  His gaze shifted towards me for a few seconds before he turned around and walked back out.

My eyebrows furrowed and I turned to look out the window.  What in the world-

The footsteps returned.

I whipped my head around.

The Weasley stopped by me again, handing me the plate I had earlier.  He looked at me for a few beats before exiting the room.

I stared at the doorway, dumbfounded.  Pulling myself from my shock, I looked down at my plate he had thrust into my hands.

I huffed a small chuckle.

He had forgotten the silverware.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Two days had passed since I first arrived at the Weasleys’ house; “the Burrow”, as they called it.

I had taken to referring to all of the redheads by their first names, at least when more than one was in the same room.

There were simply too many of them to all be called “Weasley”.

I marched up the stairs, pausing to look out the window.

No sign of anything.

A ‘pop’ sound filled my ears.

I spun around.  “Missy!”

The elf looked up at me with her giant eyes.  “Mistress!”

“Anything to report?”  I gazed down at her, hoping she would have discovered something- anything- useful.

Missy looked around, clutching her hands together at her chest.  She spoke in a whisper.  “Missy heard You-Know-Who say something about a cup in Lestrange’s bank vault.”

I looked down at the ground in thought, mouthing ‘her bank vault’ as my eyebrows furrowed.  Shaking my head, I shifted my gaze back to the elf.  “Anything else?”

“He spoke a lot about Harry Potter and the elder wand,” she said, her high-pitched voice quieting even further.

My eyes widened.  “The elder wand?”

Missy nodded.

“Oh dear.”  I took a deep breath.  “Is that everything?”

Missy paused, cocking her head as she tried to remember.  One of her long, pointy ears drooped.  “You-Know-Who wants to kill Harry Potter, himself.  It was very important to him.”  She fidgeted with her hands.  “I’m sorry Missy couldn’t find out more!”

I looked down at her.  “No, you did a wonderful job,” I said, somewhat distractedly.  “You should head back to my parents before they get suspicious.”

She nodded.

“Thank you, Missy.”

A smile appeared on her face.  Looking up at me, she snapped her fingers and vanished.

I stared at the now-vacant spot on the floor for a few seconds before turning around, hurrying to search the house.

Potter.  I had to find Potter.

I stepped into the dining room- which also happened to be the plotting area- the sound of my steps drawing everyone’s attention to me.  I ignored their confused looks as my eyes swept across the room.

He wasn’t here.

“Have any of you seen Potter,” I questioned.

“I think he’s with Ron,” Weasley- Bill- said.  His eyebrows furrowed.  “Everything alright?”

I looked over at him.

What an odd question at a time like this.

I placed my hand on the doorframe.  “Is anything?”  Pushing off, I spun around and ran to Ron’s room.

If my parents could see me running- to a boys’ room no less- they would have a coronary.

I frowned as I hurried up the steps, my feet heavy and loud against the wood.

They didn’t seem to care how I would react to them becoming Death Eaters.

Shaking my head, I rounded a corner and rapped assertively on Ron’s bedroom door.  I only had to wait a couple seconds for it to open.

Ron stood in the doorway, his hand still on the knob.  An eyebrow raised upon seeing me.

“Is Potter with you?”  I fought against the urge to try to see around the redhead’s form.  “I need to talk to him.”

Ron paused for a brief moment, looking me up and down- as if to inspect me- before nodding.  “Yeah, he’s in here.”  He took a step backwards, opening up the room for me.

“Thank you,” I said, striding in.  My eyes almost instantly landed on the boy sitting on the floor.  “Potter.”

“Hunt.”

I heard the door close behind me.  “I need to talk to you.”

The ‘Chosen One’ sat up straighter.

Ron moved towards us, standing between me and his friend, forming a small circle.

Potter glanced at the two of us before standing, himself.

I held his gaze intently.  “Missy came back.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Are you sure about this?”

I paused once I heard the voices, stopping before I rounded the corner.

“We have to look into it,” Potter said.  “There’s too much at risk to ignore.”

“What if it’s a trap,” Mister Weasley asked.

“I don’t think it is.”

“What if her elf was spotted and they let the information slip to lure you in?”

When a few beats of silence followed, I moved into view.

They both turned to look at me.

“Are you leaving, Potter?”

He nodded.  “The sooner this is taken care of, the better.”

Mister Weasley excused himself, walking out.

I nodded back to Potter.  “Be careful.”

“Thanks.”  Pausing briefly, his gaze dropped to the floor before looking back at me.  “What are you going to do?”

“Probably go back into hiding; see what else I can do from the shadows.”  I clasped my hands and pursed my lips, avoiding his gaze.

“Alright.  Are we doin this, or what?”

I turned at the sound of Ron’s voice.

He stood in the doorway, Granger by his side.

Potter straightened his posture.  “Right.”  He walked passed me, towards his friends.  “We’d…better say our goodbyes,” he said to them quietly.

They nodded.

Looking at me over his shoulder, Potter waved.  “Thanks for all your help.”  He paused.  “We appreciate it.”

“Oh, I didn’t do much,” I argued.  “But, you’re welcome.”

He let out a small sigh and turned to his companions.  “Alright, come on.”  He ushered them out of the doorway and out of sight.

I stared at the empty space where they had been standing, a sudden sinking feeling settling into the pit of my stomach.

For some reason I felt as though I’d sent them to their deaths.

~~~~~~~~~~

The night sky filled with a sudden bright light.

I looked up, squinting my now-sensitive eyes.  Moving around a tree to see better, I could make out whitish-bluish flashes, similar to fireworks.

Spells.

My gaze trailed down, seeing they sparked over Hogwarts.

Something was going down.

Something big.

I frowned, turning away.

Just look the other way, Hunt.  That’s not your battle, I told myself, resuming my walk to my hideout.

It was the smallest cave I had ever seen, barely big enough to fit me and a few necessities.

I sat down on the jacket I had laid on the stone ground, frowning.

I couldn’t live like this.

No one could.

But that’s how everyone would be living if Voldemort won.

My eyes narrowed.  Turning my head, I glanced back at the sky, barely able to still see the flashing from my location.

Allowing myself to sigh, I pushed myself to my feet, pulling out my wand.  I ran to a clearing, staring over at the school.

The school that held so many of my memories.

The blue shell around Hogwarts turned to orange and began to dissipate.

The shield was broken.

I tightened my grip on my wand.

Time to stop running.

~~~~~~~~~~

Everything was chaos.

I apparated from the shore to the school grounds, dodging a falling piece of wall.

“Get inside!”

I turned, seeing Professor McGonagall gesturing towards the castle.

People ran by me, too quickly and too numerous for me to make out any faces.

I winced as another explosion hit the wall.

She didn’t have to tell me twice.

Running with the crowd, I hurried inside, spinning around as I tried to find Potter.

Knowing him, he was going to do something incredibly stupid.

I spotted a flash of red hair and ran towards it.  “Ginny!”

She spun around, her eyebrows furrowed as she looked for the source of the voice.  Her gaze landed on me and her eyes widened.  “Hunt?”

“Have you seen Potter?”  I stopped next to her.  “I’m terribly afraid he’s going to do something foolish.”

“He ran that way.”  She pointed.  “But-”

“Thank you,” I called over my shoulder as I took off running.

He was probably faster than me, so I had to be extra fast to catch up, but not too fast to the point where I’d miss something.

“Potter!?”  I ran through the hallways, letting out a yell as I turned a corner and nearly tripped over a collapsed wall.

Debris lined this entire hallway.

I saw a figure disappear into the wall on the other side.

The Room of Requirement.

I apparated to the spot to avoid trying to climb over the rubble and jumped in just before the door closed.

Letting out a sharp exhale as I looked behind me at the closed door, I turned back to face the room.

It was extremely crowded, full of……things.  Random things like chairs and dishes, tables, cupboards, and more.

“Potter?”  I moved forward, looking around.

“Hunt?”

Turning my head to the right, I saw the boy by a stack of objects, looking at a box.  I walked over.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to help,” I said, coming to a stop alongside him.

He nodded.  “It’s good to see you.”

I smiled.  “You, too.”  I looked around.  “What are you doing in here?”

Potter nodded down at the box.  “I came for this.”  Opening the lid, he picked up a crown from inside.  “Ravenclaw’s diadem.  A Horcrux.”

I blinked at him as he stared down at it.

He began stroking the object.

I backed away slightly, further behind a stack of nonsense, eyebrows furrowing.

“Well, well.”

I froze at the sound of the voice, ducking more out of sight.

Potter snapped out of his state, looking to the right.

“What brings you here, Potter?”

Harry moved slightly more into the open.  “I could ask you the same.”

“You have something of mine.”  A brief pause.  “I’d like it back.”

“Well, what’s wrong with the one you have,” Harry asked, gesturing vaguely.

“It’s my mother’s,” Draco answered.  “It’s powerful, but it’s…not the same.  Doesn’t quite…understand me.”  Another pause.  “Know what I mean?”

I frowned.

“Why didn’t you tell her?”  Potter stared ahead.  “Bellatrix.  You knew it was me.”  He shook his head slightly.  “You didn’t say anything.”

My head turned to look at Harry.

Draco did what?

I heard hushed whispers from where Draco was.

Potter reached for his wand.

I pulled mine out, ready to join the fight.

“Expelliarmus!”

Turning, I saw Granger with her wand pointed in Draco’s direction.

The sound of wood hitting the floor implied her spell was successful.

“Avada Kedavra!”

I recognized the voice of Goyle’s as a flash of green struck close to Granger.

“Stupefy!”

The diadem went flying into a couch atop one of the stacks.

Ron ran passed my hiding spot, his wand extended as he yelled.  “That’s my girlfriend, you numpties!”

I stepped out of my corner as Potter and Granger began climbing, the objects wobbling from their weight.  I lifted my wand.  “Accio couch!”

The couch lifted from its perch, floating down to the floor.

I reached in the cushion, pulling out the crown and holding it up.  “Is this what you’re looking for?”

Potter and Granger exchanged a look before climbing down.

I handed the Horcrux to Harry before turning, pointing my wand at the floor.  “Accio wand.”

Mrs. Malfoy’s wand flew to my hand.

I pocketed it.

A yell filled the room.

We all turned, seeing Ron running towards us, an orange glow behind him.

“Goyle set the bloody place on fire!”  He ran by, grabbing Granger and pulling her with him.

“The fool!”  I gestured at all the wooden furniture around.  “This place will go up in a matter of minutes!”

Potter and I both turned, seeing a snake made of fire slithering towards us.

My eyes widened.  “He set a Fiendfyre!?!”

“Let’s go!”  Potter turned around and began running, me on his heels.

We followed Ron and Granger, turning corners as we tried to avoid fire snakes, birds and tigers.

Granger and Ron slid to a halt, Potter and I running into their backs.

“We’re cornered!”  Granger yelled as fire rushed from the front.

Potter turned around, casting a shielding spell right as fire approached us.

The force of the collision sent us all backwards, Ron falling into flying brooms.

He picked them up, passing them out.

“Not again,” I muttered as I accepted one.

“Hope you know how to fly these things,” Ron said.

Granger climbed onto the broom behind him and they took off.

Potter and I followed suit.

“Come on, this way!”  Ron exclaimed, nodding his head to the side.

We flew passed a tall stack.

Two figures stood atop it.

“Wait; we can’t let them die,” I yelled, trying to be heard over the fire.

Ron looked at me in disbelief.  “You’re joking, right!?”

My eyes narrowed.  “You know me; the jokester.”  I turned around, leaning down as the broom sped towards them.

Draco and Blaise.

Using all of my courage, I let go with one hand, extending it down as I neared Draco.

He reached up.

I zipped passed him, fingers grazing his hand.  “No!”  I turned around as quickly as I could, seeing Potter grabbing Draco.  I breathed a sigh of relief, heading towards Blaise.  As I approached, I slowed my broom, helping him on.

“Let’s get out of here!”  Ron turned around, leading the way out.

We all dodged the flames, a gasp leaving my throat as some fire sparked up, closer than comfortable.

Granger shot a spell, clearing a path.

Zipping through it, we neared the door, an explosion behind us pushing us through it.

We all tumbled off our brooms.

The diadem hit the ground.

“Harry!”

Potter caught something that Granger tossed to him, stabbing the Horcrux.

Black mist erupted from it.

Ron rushed forward, kicking it back into the Room of Requirement, into the flames.

Three fiery Voldemort faces yelled, rushing towards the door before it closed.

We all sat on the floor, trying to catch our breath.

I turned.

Draco and Blaise were gone.

Scrambling to my feet, I looked around.

Where on earth…?

“I’ve gotta go,” I informed absentmindedly.  My eyes scanned the hallway.  “Be careful, guys.”  With nothing more than a sincere look at them from over my shoulder, I took off down the corridor.

They couldn’t have gotten far.

My steps slowed and I halted with a sigh.

Unless they apparated.

I spun in a circle, looking around.

They could be literally anywhere.

Okay, think, Hunt.  Where would Draco go?

Somewhere he felt safe.

I apparated to the Slytherin common room.

Draco whipped around at the sound of my apparation, pointing a wand at me.  His eyes widened and his poised arm lowered slightly as we made eye contact.  “You’re the last person I expected to see here,” he said hesitantly.

“I’m the last person who would have expected myself to be here.”  I dropped my gaze to his wand briefly before nodding at it.  “Who’s is that?”

“I don’t know.”  He answered quickly, with a bit of a shake in his voice.

“So you don’t know how it pairs with you…”

“I tested it.”  He looked at it for a moment before looking back at me.  “It’ll have to do.”

“Not necessarily.”  I reached into my pocket, pulling out his mother’s wand.

His eyes softened with recognition almost instantly.  He looked up at me.  “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

My eyes narrowed in offense.  “Why would it be a trick?”

“You’re with Potter and his friends, now.  That means you’re…” he paused, his expression falling.  “You’re an enemy of mine.”

“I’m not here to fight you, Draco.”

“Yeah?  Then what are you here for?”

“I came to keep Potter safe.  I came to protect the school I grew up in.”  I frowned.  “I came to find you.”

“You still stand against the Dark Lord, then.”

“Of course.”

His bottom lip trembled and his jaw clenched.  “I’m sorry.”  He shot a stunning spell at me.

I lifted my wand, producing a shield.  My eyes widened as I stared at him in disbelief.

He took half a step backwards and sent another one.

I blocked it, but barely, almost too shocked to think.

He sent two more.

They were easily deflected.

Draco huffed.  “Fight back!”

“No.”  I frowned.  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

His eyes widened and his posture stiffened before deflating.  “If I don’t at least try to hurt you, they’re gonna kill me,” he hissed.

“Why are you on their side,” I hissed back.  “You know it’s wrong!  There’s more people than ever in one place that want to take Voldemort down!  This is our best opportunity at beating him!”  I frowned.  “It may be our last.”  My eyes narrowed.  “Do you want to be remembered as a cowardly Death Eater who went down with Voldemort?  Or do you want to be remembered as the boy who did the right thing?  The boy that defected when it mattered the most?”

A high pitched noise filled my ears.

I winced.

Based on Draco’s expression, he heard it, too.

The sound was followed by a voice in my head.

“You have fought…valiantly, but in vain.  I do not wish this: every drop of magical blood spilt is a terrible waste.  I therefore command my forces to retreat.  In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity.  Harry Potter…I now speak directly to you.  On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me, yourself.  There is no greater dishonor.  Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate.  If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

Draco and I made eye contact.

The blond gestured, a snarl on his face.  “See?!  He’s going to kill you!”  His voice dropped as his expression softened.  “You can’t fight him.”

I stood up straighter, my eyes narrowing as I clenched my hand that was around my wand.  “I’d rather die against him than live for him.”  I turned to leave but paused.  Looking over my shoulder at him, I tossed him his mother’s wand before walking away, leaving my back exposed.

Only when I turned the corner did I break into a jog.

I had to find Potter.

Again.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

I stopped, looking around the castle.

Where was everybody?

Stepping outside into the courtyard, I saw where everyone had gone.

Voldemort stood across from all the students, his Death Eaters behind him.  “Harry Potter….is dead!”

My eyes widened.

We failed.

“No!  No!!!”  Ginny rushed forward, but Arthur grabbed her shoulder, pulling her back.

“Silence!  Stupid girl.  Harry Potter…is dead.  From this day forth…you put your faith…in me.”  Voldemort turned around, walking towards his Death Eaters as he extended his arms.  “Harry Potter is dead!”

They all made various sounds of approval and excitement.

I spotted Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy at the front of the pack.

My parents weren’t far behind them.

Voldemort turned back around to face us, laughing.  “And now is the time to declare yourself.”  He extended his arms.  “Come forward and join us.”  His smile fell.  “Or die.”

Silence stretched on.

Mr. Malfoy shifted a little on his feet.  “Draco.”

All heads turned.

Draco was standing amongst the rest of the students, towards the back.  He looked around.

“Draco,” Mrs. Malfoy said softly.  “Come.”

The boy swallowed, his gaze darting around.  It settled on me.

My eyes silently pleaded with him.

Draco, please.

He began walking forward.

My eyes closed in disappointment as I fought tears.  A gasp left my throat as I felt a hand wrap around mine.  My eyes shot open, looking over at the culprit.

Draco tightened his hold on my hand, staring across the gap.  His eyes moved from his parents, to Voldemort, then back to his parents.  He swallowed nervously.  “I think I’ll stay right here.”

The students all looked over at Voldemort and the Death Eaters in shock, waiting to see what they would do.

“Draco,” Mr. Malfoy muttered, his eyes wide.

I had never seen Draco’s father look so unhealthy.

Dark circles under his eyes, unshaven, long blond hair stringy and unkempt, and paler than a ghost; he truly looked one step from death.

Voldemort pointed a long-nailed finger at Draco.  “I will deal with you later.”

I frowned, stepping slightly in front of the blond.

Voldemort turned to the rest of the students.  “Anyone who doesn’t want to die…”

Longbottom began limping forward.

Everyone stared on in shock.

“Well, I must say I hoped for better,” Voldemort said.

The Death Eaters all laughed.

Voldemort moved towards the Gryffindor.  “And who might you be, young man?”

“Neville Longbottom.”

More laughter.

Voldemort moved back slightly.  “Well, Neville, I’m sure we can find a place for you in our ranks-”

“I’d like to say somethin’.”

A few beats passed.

“Well, Neville, I’m sure we’d all be fascinated to hear what you have to say.”

“It doesn’t matter that Harry’s gone.”

“Stand down, Neville,” Seamus Finnigan urged.

Longbottom turned towards him.  “People die every day!  Friends…family.”  He paused.  “Yeah.  We lost Harry tonight.  But he’s still with us.”  He brought his free hand- what was he holding in the other one- up to his heart.  “In here.”  He looked around.  “So is Fred.”

My eyes widened in shock.

“Remus.  Tonks.  All of them.  But they didn’t die in vain!”  He hobbled back around to look at Voldemort.  “But you will!”

The Dark Lord started laughing.

Longbottom went on.  “Cause you’re wrong!  Harry’s heart did beat for us!  For all of us!”  He pulled a sword out of the object he was holding.  “It’s not over!”

Potter fell out of Hagrid’s grasp.

He stood up.

Everyone gasped.

I squeezed Draco’s hand.

Voldemort’s smile fell.

Potter shot a fireball at Voldemort’s snake.

The fire ricocheted off it.

Potter ran as Voldemort began casting fire spells at him.

Some of the Death Eaters vanished into smoke.

Potter hurried back towards the castle, ushering everyone inside.

I pulled Draco along behind me as Voldemort and the Death Eaters began approaching.

“We have to kill the snake,” Potter informed a little breathless.

Longbottom rushed forward.

Voldemort shot a spell at him, sending the Gryffindor flying backwards, before apparating away with his snake.

The Death Eaters kept approaching.

My eyes narrowed.  “Barricade the doors!”  Letting go of Draco’s hand, I rushed forward, grunting as I tried to close the doors.

Draco appeared on my left, helping to push them shut.

A few other students came forward to assist.

Once the doors were closed I flicked my wand at some of the tables, sending them flying towards the doors.

They piled up at the entrance, blocking it off.

More students aided in the action.

When all of the tables were set, everyone backed up, watching as the doors and the pile shook as the Death Eaters tried to get in.

The sound of breaking glass drew my attention to the windows.

Voldemort’s followers flew in as puffs of smoke before landing on the floor and beginning to cast spells.

Another fight broke out.

I produced spell after spell, barely thinking about what I was casting.

“No!!”

I froze at the sound of my father’s voice.  Turning around, I saw him kneeling on the floor.

He was clutching my mother to his chest.

My wand lowered and my shoulders slumped as I stared at the pair.

My father buried his head into my mother’s hair, sobbing.

I heard my name yelled.

I whipped around, seeing a shielding spell block an attack at me before my assailant was struck with another spell.  Turning to the left, I saw Draco approach.

“Are you alright,” he asked, stopping when he reached a foot away from me.

I blinked up at him with wide eyes, nodding slightly.

“Normally you’re more careful than tha-”  His eyes drifted over my shoulder and his sentence died in his throat.

I turned around, watching my father briefly.

“I’m sorry.”

I looked back to Draco as he lowered his gaze to meet mine.  My eyes narrowed as I looked away.  “They never should have gotten involved.”

“She-” Draco paused, “This could have happened even if they didn’t.”

“Not like this, at least.”  I looked back up at him.  “Where are your pare- look out!”  I pulled Draco with me to the ground, dodging a curse.  From the floor, I snarled as I shot a spell back.

It hit the target and the Death Eater collapsed.

Draco rolled off me to work on getting himself to his feet.  “I don’t know.”  He stood, wiping his hands on his already-dirty black slacks.  “I haven’t seen them.”  Reaching down, he helped me up.

We both winced as a blast hit the wall by us.

Looking at each other, I readjusted my grip on my wand.  “Be careful.”

“You, too.”

At my nod, Draco ran off to rejoin the fight.

I glanced back at my father before lifting my head higher and walking away.

~~~~~~~~~~

I let out a yell as I stunned another Death Eater.

He collapsed.

Gasping for air, I looked around.

Every student in the room was standing, catching their own breath.

The three Death Eaters that remained turned into smoke, speeding out of the windows and into the sky.

Silence stretched on and the dust seemed to settle.

I looked around at all the bodies on the floor.

Some of enemies.

Some of friends.

Letting out a sigh, I looked towards the blasted-open doors.

Even the courtyard was quiet.

Forcing my aching and battered body to move, I made my way outside.

Potter was standing in the middle, staring at the ground as he took in labored breaths.  He looked up at the sound of my footsteps.

“Are you alright, Potter?”

He nodded.  “Fine.  You?”

I shrugged one shoulder.  “Fine.”  My gaze dropped to the two wands he held; one in each hand.  “It’s over, then?”

He nodded, looking up into the sky and wincing at the slight sunlight peeking through the clouds.

“What happened?”

“Turned into ash…” Potter looked back at me.  “Drifted away.”

I pursed my lips and nodded, my eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion.

At the call of my name, I turned to the right, seeing Draco running- and what an odd sight it was- towards me.

I grinned- tiredly- as he approached.  “You’re okay.”  My eyes scanned his face, seeing his head had been bleeding, but it dried, and a couple bruises, burns and scratches.  Nothing more.  Or at least that was visible.

“So are you,” he bent down, wrapping me in a hug.

I winced in slight pain, but hugged him back.  Pulling away first, I adjusted my weight to be on my right leg a little less.

Draco looked down at me, raising a questioning eyebrow.

I nodded, waving a hand at him.

Draco nodded once in satisfaction before looking up at the Boy Who Lived.  “Thank you, Potter.”

It sounded slightly strained, but it was better than he usually gave.

Potter huffed a small laugh.  “Thank you.  For choosing to fight alongside me.”

Draco looked down at me.  “It wasn’t without convincing.”

I smiled up at him.

Potter cleared his throat.  “I’d better go check on everybody else.”  He pointed back to the castle before walking away.

I chuckled, turning slightly to watch him leave.

Once the boy was out of sight, Draco stepped around to my front.  He tucked some of my fallen stray hairs out of my face.  “It’s about time I did this properly.”

I raised an eyebrow.  “Oh?”

Draco reached his right hand forward, cupping the back of my neck.  His grey eyes shifted between mine.  Slowly leaning down, he pressed his lips to mine.

I closed my eyes, kissing him back with as much love as I could muster.

All of my memories from the past six years of my life came flooding back to me.  Meeting Draco, befriending him, growing up together, realizing our relationship was developing, the fear, the frustration, the betrayal, the hurt, and the pride.

It was almost too much to bear.

We pulled away.

Draco rested his forehead on mine.  “I love you.”

Tears that felt entirely unprompted slipped down my cheeks.

“I love you, too.”

Draco lifted his head, frowning as he noticed my tears.  Raising his hands, he swiped his thumbs over my cheeks, brushing the tears away.

I placed my hands on top of his.

“Are you going to be alright?”

I let out an exhale through my nose before nodding.  “As long as I have you.”

He smiled, lowering his hands and wrapping one around mine.  “I wouldn’t dream of going anywhere.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A/n: 58 pages! Truly horrific! lol. Had a blast writing it, though. I also realize my 'sneak peak' out of context looked like an 'arranged marriage' story, but...it was too late.

I wanted to make Hunt clearly a Slytherin, with questionable Slytherin ideals, having grown up in a pureblooded Slytherin home, but I didn't want her to be evil. I tried to find a balance.

And I know McGonagall only taught the Gryffindors how to dance, but I thought I’d shake it up a little.

Just one note, I think:

- Hunt used some of her family’s wealth to go from motel room to motel room.  She used a different name each time in order to try to stay hidden.

[dramionestills]

Dramione month day 8: marriage contract

Three sharp knocks on his office door made him lose concentration from the report he’d been trying, and failing, to complete before the end of the day.

“Come in.” He might as well see what this was about as it was evident the report would not be getting done today.

The door opened quickly and a rather nervous Hermione Granger entered. Curious.

“Granger”

“Hi. Hello. I.. umm… may i?” she gestured at the door, hoping for some privacy.

“Of course.”

She closed the door behind her and approached his desk. He nodded his head at her, inviting her to take a seat. This was clearly something important and he was becoming more intrigued by the second.

“How may I be of assistance?” his head cocked to the side, taking her in and attempting to suss out what brought the brain (and beauty, if we’re to be honest) of the Golden trio to his office.

“I have a proposal for you.” Color rose to her cheeks almost immediately upon saying this. “Of sorts.”

“Granger, if I didn’t know any better I might think you were asking me to marry you” he chuckled lightly at the absurdity of the notion, except…

“Well…” She was avoiding looking him in the eye

“Explain”

“You know what? This was a mistake, I’ll just see myself out” But as she was attempting to stand up Draco waved his wand, simultaneously locking the door and sending a gust of wind towards her which ford her to remain seated.

“Granger, now you have to tell me what this is about. Am I correct in understanding that you came up 7 floors from your department and sought me out specifically to ask me to marry you, regardless of the fact that we are barely acquaintances these days and we haven’t spoken more than three words to each other in the past month?”

Hermione, still blushing a delightful shade of pink, nodded her head. She closed her eyes and began to explain.

“Look, I understand that this is coming out of nowhere for you. I do. But it’ll make sense after I explain. I swear.”

“I’m listening.” He leans forward, resting his elbows on his desk and intertwining his fingers together. His chin lays perfectly in the divot created between his forefingers and his thumbs. Hermione cannot help but think he looks imposing and large and were those horn-rimmed glasses he was wearing? Since when does he wear glasses?

“I started using them a few years ago, Granger. You are stalling.”

Apparently she had said that out loud, proving to be more anxious than she had originally anticipated.

“Right. Remember the Smithson case from a few weeks ago?”

“The one who went free due to an antiquated law even though his crimes definitely meritted at least life in Azkaban?”

“Exactly. It’s been brought to my attention that this is not the first time situations like these have happened, wherein a culprit is let go because the victims of their crimes happen to be unprotected by the laws that see them as undesirables or just… less than.”

“You mean Muggleborns.”

“Yes. For the most part.”

“I still don’t understand how this means marriage.”

“Well, I was venting about this during girls night a couple of weeks ago and Pansy mentioned that the only way to actually do something about this would be to change the laws currently in the books from within the Wizengamot.”

“Ah. So you are after the Malfoy Wizengamot seat, then.” His head begins spinning with the possibilities; who would have ever thought that he would be in possession of something that not only does he have absolutely no interest in (the Malfoy seat laying abandoned in most Wizengamot hearings, wasted) but also is of vital importance to a swot like Granger?

“Yes. I know you are not currently making use of it, I presume because you’ve no interest in the more tedious aspects of legalese. I could have of course just asked you to help me and do me the favor of enacting the changes yourself, but Pansy has mentioned how much you love your job as the Ministry’s Head Potioneer and though I don’t doubt your capabilities teaching you and telling you exactly which laws and how I wish to amend them would be, frankly a waste of time. So, I thought, perhaps we could agree to marry. A.. a contract of sorts. Wherein I get to use the Malfoy seat to change things as is needed and upon completion of my, well I guess you could call it a mission? Anyways upon making sure the laws are repealed and new ones are set into place that are more in keeping with our current societal mores we could get a divorce. I expect to be done in no more than 5 years, it would be in name only you wouldn’t even have to see me, I swear and I promise I will not seek any money in the divorce, or anything of the sort. This is strictly business for me.” She was panting after her soliloquy, her hair expanding with her nerves and her flush intensifying. A very fetching look, if anyone were to ask Draco.

The silence after she finished speaking seemed to stretch unbearably. She was itching to get up and leave Malfoy’s office but the door remained locked.

After what felt like an eternity Draco nodded.

“Sounds as if you’ve given this quite a fair bit of thought. I have to say, my neglect of the Malfoy seat has been on my mind lately. You are quite right in that politics and law are not my areas of expertise. I think your… proposal has merit. But there are certain things I feel must be reviewed before I can accede to this.”

“Of course, we can definitely negotiate this to make it better suited to your needs.”

“My needs. Exactly.” There was a sudden heat in his gaze, but surely Hermione was imagining things, right?

“We will be meeting this friday to properly discuss this. 8pm. La trattoria d’il vicolo.”

“Perfect! Thank you so much for not laughing in my face and actually taking the time to consider this Malfoy. I know we don’t necessarily get along too well but well, Pansy was right, you are definitely more amenable these days. See you on friday.”

He just tilted his head as we waved his wand to unlock the door..

Hemione got up understanding it as the dismissal it was.. As she was leaving his office, her mind reeling from the possibilities that her incredibly convoluted and a little crazy idea actually coming to fruition could bring she had a thought that stopped her in her tracks.

“Hey, isn’t La trattoria d’il vicolo known to be the most romantic restaurant in Diagon?”

Draco just smirked. “Yes. It is.”

The door shut as Hermione’s flush returned in full force. Just what had she gotten herself into?

[sexualtensiongrowing21]

As the Sun Sets // A Virginial Moment // Part Twelve

TW: Smut, P in V, mentions of scars, cursing

AN: Y'all, I wanted SO BADLY to include smut, then as I started writing it I realized... I have no idea how to write smut... Please don't hate me.

Part Thirteen

Theo POV: 

Scarlet is holding on to my hand as she drags me throughout the castle. Where is she leading me? I have no idea. But what I do know, is that I will follow this beautiful, witty girl to the ends of the earth if she asks it of me. 

Scarlet has led me all the way to the seventh floor of the castle, where she stands, after walking back and forth in front of a blank wall. “Uh, Scar-” My voice dies in my throat as a large oak door appears out of thin air. 

Turning around, Scarlet grabs my hand once more and leads me inside. “Is this--the Room of Requirement?” I ask, looking around the large, fireplace lit room as she hums in agreement. 

The room is the size of my room back at the manor. To the left, there is a gray chaise near the fireplace with plush pillows and blankets resting on top. To the right, there is a tea cart, as well as two doors, which I assume is a closet and a bathroom. Then, in the middle of the room, there sits a large four poster bed, adorned with black satin pillows and a large green blanket. 

This surely isn't where Draco and Scarlet have been sneaking off to, in order to fix the cabinet. There is no side of it here. 

As if she could read my mind she giggles. “It's not here. This isn't the room of hidden things.” 

She leads me further into the room and she stops to face me, wrapping her arms around my neck, as mine go behind her back. “Then, what is this room?” The room fills me with a sudden feeling of familiarity. I feel as if I have been here before. 

She slowly runs her hands through my hair and back around my neck with a blush upon her cheeks. If I died today, it would be worth it just to know that I am the one who she is looking at like she is right now. 

“It's uh- m-my bedroom back at Malfoy Manor.” Of course. I have been here before. Only once, in 5th year when I was visiting Draco during the summer. I hum as I lean down connecting our lips together while I walk over her to the bed. The back of her knees hit the bed and she lays down. 

“It's lovely.” I whisper as I scoot her farther up the bed and crawl over her. I start kissing down her neck as my hands start to travel up her thighs under her skirt. Her breath hitches and her hips lift up to meet mine. 

My cock throbbing in the confines of my trousers, right against her heat. A groan leaves my lips as I kiss down on her neck, pulling as many sweet moans from her as she will let me. 

She moans ‘Theo’ as my hands start to travel under her jumper starting to pull it off of her as I hear my name leave her lips again. God I will never tire of hearing my name leave her sinfully plump lips. “Theodore.” The use of my first name has me pausing at the realization that she has stopped moving completely. Her voice is laced with sadness. I stop my descent down her neck and meet her eyes to find her biting her lip, face flush in nervousness and embarrassment. 

“Oh merlin. I'm so sorry, love. I'm going too fast. I-I got caught up.” I couldn't help myself. The feeling of finally having her in my arms. Being able to kiss her. Hear her beautiful moans. I start to pull away. 

She pushes up on her elbows, with a small smile, linking her hand with mine. “No Theo. Don't be sorry.. It's just..” She goes quiet. I move to lay next to her. She closes her eyes. “I haven’t-- I mean I just--” 

She's never had sex? My eyes knit together in confusion. “You and Adrian never?” She opens her eyes and a stray tear escapes. “No.” She whispers. “He wanted to-- Tried to, many times. But I would have to take my clothes off. The Malfoys and the other Death Eaters have seen my scars.” She pauses, using her free hand to wipe a few straw tears away. “--and the only charm that covers them, wears off during distress.-- Or during immense pleasure.” 

She moves to sit up, her eyes meet mine and she has tears starting to fall within them. “Love, we don't have to. I am lucky you even let me be here with you in the first place.” I squeeze her hand reassuringly. 

How could she think I would care about her scars? She and I both know I have my own that riddle my body. How bad could they honestly be?

“I want to. I-I really do. I'm just scared.”

I sit up and place both of my hands on the side of her face wiping the fallen tears with my thumbs. “You have nothing to be scared of, Mi Tesoro. Nothing you can show me will scare me away. I have seen your scars and you are still the most beautiful witch I have ever laid eyes on.” She winces at the reminder of the circumstances at which I saw her scars. With shaky hands she reaches for the edge of her jumper. Hesitating for a second. “Do you promise?”

“I promise.” I assure, with a slight nod as she starts to pull off her jumper. My breath got stuck in my throat. She stands to undo her skirt but I push off to sit at the end of the bed, and stop her, replacing her hands with my own. I unbutton her skirt, letting it slowly fall to the ground. I take a small step back to fully appreciate this beautiful girl in front of me. She's wearing a pink lace panty set and I feel my cock come back to life. 

“Are you sure you're not part Veela, love?” There's a blush creeping back up onto her face. “Theo.. before I take the charm off.. I need to tell you something.” She pauses, looking down in shame. Her right hand has come up to cover her left forearm. Bile immediately rises within my throat.

She has the mark. 

From my position at the end of the bed, I pull her by the backs of her thighs to stand in between my legs. “When?” I grab her left arm and place a kiss where I know the mark is hidden. “A couple weeks before Draco…” When I look up at her face again, tears are flowing rapidly down her face. 

“I didn't want to do it Theo… P-please believe me. I-I never wanted this.” Her voice breaks as she looks down in shame. “I know, love. It's not your fault.” I sympathize, while lifting her chin to face me. She struggles to hold a sob in, as her sea glass eyes meet mine.  “I’m ready… But I need you to do it for me. I can't--.” 

I nod slightly, in understanding, reaching into my trouser pocket. I get my wand and wordlessly wave it over her. Knowing the charm she speaks up, as I have used it on myself many times when my father has been drinking too much and I look more like my mother.

She takes a deep inhale and steps backwards a foot, so I can see her in all her beauty. 

She has a scar along her left eye, burn marks all along her arms, cuts, some big and some small all along on her thigh and her stomach. My eyes search for the one more prominent one that I saw at the lake, the word ‘pathetic’ stands out among the rest of the scars. Almost as if it was charmed to look as harsh as the day it was carved.

My eyes drift up her stomach and down her left arm. There is the mark. Surrounding it are large healed cuts. With tears in my eyes, they drift to her face. “I tried to get rid of it.”

Who could do such a thing to her? Scare and mutilate her in such a way? Scarlet Johnson is the most selfless person that I have ever met. My heart aches for the blonde girl in front of me. 

“Scarlet. You're the most beautiful witch I have ever seen.” I whisper while wrapping my hands around her thighs and pulling her back into my embrace. Stradling my waist she leans forward and crashes her lips with mine. “Beautiful. Amazing. Kind. Gentle. Mine.” I growl out in between kisses.

I run my hands under her skirt squeezing her arse, as a low moan escapes her lips. “I need you Theo.” she whispers. My cock jerks at the smooth velvet of her pleas. 

Nothing. No dream. Could compare to the woman in my arms now. 

I flip us over and kiss down her neck, on each scar I pass. One by one, I made my way down her stomach and I met with the smell of arousal. Her clothed pussy has a wet spot already forming. I reach over to grab my wand, casting an anti-pregnancy charm. Watching the soft glow on her pelvic bone I throw the wand on the floor. 

“Already so wet for me.” I grin as I kiss each thigh before placing a kiss on her pussy, and I can see her stomach tense. Slowly, I pull her panties down her legs and throw them behind me. Once she is bare for me I lean back on my legs and adire the goodness in front of me. 

“Theo.” She mewls, face flush. “You are the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen.” I lean my head down, “And I cannot wait one more second to taste you.”

Within the first couple of minutes that my tongue is on her pussy I feel her walls clenching. I slip a finger inside her perfect folds and her breath catches. 

Fuck. She's so soft. 

“T-theo.” I curl my finger and slowly pump in and out of her. “Relax Mi Tesoro. I need to get you ready for me.” I add another finger, stretching her walls. I continue to lap at her pussy, as her hands drop to my head and she is pulling at my brown locks. 

“That's love, come for me.” I pump my fingers twice more, and she is shaking around me, coming undone. With a loud moan of my name she is panting, and I continue to lap at her clit as she rides out her orgasm.  

I remove my shirt, and my trousers and lean over her, placing a heated kiss on my lips. I fist my cock as I look into her emerald green eyes. “Are you sure you want to do this Scarlet?” 

She nodes eagerly. “Words, Mi Tesoro.” I feel someone casted a glacius on me as I wait for her response. “Yes, Theo. Please I need you in me.” I am searching her face for any sign of regret, when I find nothing but lust and love in her eyes I slowly thrust in. 

Her pussy is strangling my cock as I slowly bottom out. My eyes are pinched closed in sheer ecstasy, waiting for her to give me the okay to start moving. Once her breathing relaxes, she whispers “Theo, move.” My eyes snap open at her command and I start moving. 

With every thrust in her smooth walls, I feel as if I am coming undone. Scarlet lays below me hair a halo around her head, sweat glistening on her body from her previous orgasm. This right here, has been a recurrent dream of mine since I hit puberty. 

But nothing could come close to the real thing. 

“So good for me, Mi Tesoro.” I groan “You're taking me so well.” My mouth finds her nipple as I slightly bite down, causing her to arch her back in pleasure. “T-theo. Please. F-faster.” 

Her moans go straight to my cock as I let her nipple go with a ‘pop’ and lift her legs up over my shoulders and start pounding into her. Scarlet is a mess of moans incoherently slipping past her plump lips with every thrust. 

“Fuck. Theo. Please don't stop. Fuck, I love you.” 

I can feel my balls tighten as my own climax is near. I slip my hand between us, rubbing her clit. “Come for me, Mi Tesoro. Come all over my cock.” 

After I continue to fuck her through her orgasm, use my cum to paint her walls. “I love you, Mi Tesoro.” I groan as the last of my climax flows through me. 

I lean down next to her. Both of us breathing heavily, both covered in sweat, as I take the sheets and pull them over both of us. I look over to Scarlet and see that her eyes are closed. 

I pull her into my arms. Her head resting on my chest. “Thank you.” She mumbles. Gently, I curl her hair around her ear and place a kiss on the top of her head. “You’re welcome Mi Tesoro. But you don't need to thank me.” 

Scarlet doesn't owe me anything, especially a ‘Thank you’. “For being you. For always being there for me. For loving me.” Her green eyes sparkle in the fire light, as she reaches up and places a soft kiss on my lips. “You don’t need to thank me for that love. If anything, I should be thanking you.” I pull her back on to my chest and whisper into her ear “Get some sleep.” 

After I am sure Scarlet is asleep I take the time to truly admire her.  Her blonde hair is draped around her face, every curve of her body fits perfectly against mine, like she was made for me.

I still cannot believe that this is truly happening. The girl I have been pinning for, for as long as I can remember lays beside me. 

This is it. This is what being at peace feels like. She is my forever. 

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[toxikgato]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson/Ginny Weasley, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood/Theodore Nott Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood Additional Tags: Fuckboy Draco Malfoy, Sexually Experienced Draco Malfoy, Virgin Harry Potter, from top to bottom, Top Harry Potter, Bottom Draco Malfoy, Clubbing, Drunken Flirting, Drinking Games, Blaise Zabini is a Little Shit, Food Kink, Drunken Kissing, Drunk Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Wall Sex, Dubious Consent, Internalized Homophobia, Harry Potter Has a Large Cock, Embedded Images, drarry is the main ship, everything else is background, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Series: Part 1 of Bitched: Draco Malfoy is an Alpha Dom Top... Not Summary:

“You could always let him fuck you,” Pansy said to Draco. “I'd pay to see that.”

Draco made a face.

“Oh, we know you would,” Theo said evenly, “but Draco here is too proud to lose his topping gold star.”

“He's scared that he'll like it a little too much and will forget how his dick works,” Blaise added unhelpfully, and Draco felt his whole face turn red with fury.

He stuck his tongue out at them. What did they even know? 

[stationintern]

drarry prompt: bus ride

okayyyy let's go. also inspired by the @goblinmatriarch prompt about running into someone when you're already late and having to decide whether to make your appointment or follow your heart

Freddie’s great. Really, he is. Or, he was. Draco’s not sure– the years all blend together.

He’s on the bus to Freddie’s house, and London passes by the window in a blur as he allows himself to get lost in his thoughts. He hasn’t always taken the bus. He used to Apparate, back when he was young and excited and had less to think over. He’s happy, isn’t he?

He and Freddie each bring something special to their relationship. Freddie has a rather large cock and isn’t in any rush to move in, which is ideal since Draco values his personal space. Draco has the kind of skills in bed you can only get from a few years of self-destructive sexual promiscuity, and the kind of humour you can only get from another few years of re-assimilation into the society you were once exiled from, which requires the ability to laugh at one's self a good amount.

It’s been three years, and maybe the whole not-moving-in thing should be a concern. They aren’t really… moving forward in any aspect of their relationship, and at first that was preferable. Now, Pansy’s got married, Blaise and Anthony are on their third vow renewal (in the Bahamas this time), Greg is expecting a child, and Draco feels distinctly behind the times. Maybe he should start looking for something more serious? Is this what he wants? A long-term boyfriend who has never been interested in anything more, liked him enough to push him towards it, pull him in. Why hasn’t Draco felt the need to go deeper?

There’s no way to be sure, so now he takes the bus. 

It slows to a stop and Draco doesn’t bother to look up from his novel– the one he’s perpetually stuck in the middle of, a mask and a wall to hide the horde of questions running through his mind every time he chooses to ride public transportation– until there’s a shifting in the seat next to him. The bus is nearly empty, so there’s no reason for someone to choose the seat next to him, and if he’s learned anything by now, he’s learned that being singled out means that he’s been spotted– never as a naturally handsome, intelligent looking man, but as Draco Malfoy, and there’s hardly a situation where that could be positive.

“Malfoy.”

“Potter.”

“You’re on the bus.”

“As are you.”

Potter looks the same as ever– younger than he should, ridiculously hip, hauntingly handsome. Sometime over the last decade he’d got himself an eyebrow piercing, and since then Draco has had to make a conscious effort to avert his eyes whenever his ex-archenemy-turned-coworker is near. 

They have an unspoken understanding these days, ever since they realized they both work for the same nonprofit. The Youth Entertainment Coalition formed around five years back, and Draco was assigned to the Literacy Department. Its goal being to avoid the same kind of teenage radicalism that presented itself during the war, and Draco was a shoo-in for a leadership position. He was young, apologetic, and had extensive experience when it came to being radicalized, so of course he would know how to combat it. His department began opening twenty-four-hour bookshops and game rooms, creating a safe space for teenagers to come research and meet people different from them at all hours. And they may not have any set-in-stone evidence of its effect, but no wars have broken out, so they count that as a win.

The only downside of the job proved to be Potter, who made it a point to linger around their shared office building whenever he could. His presence became a constant reminder of everything Draco could have been: good. They don’t antagonize each other, they only speak when necessary, and it works quite well. No murders have occurred… yet.

“Why not just Apparate?”

Why not just Apparate to his boyfriend’s house? He used to.

“I like to collect my thoughts,” Draco replies, “In a third location. Not at my house, not at my destination. Sometimes it’s nice to have somewhere in-between the two.”

Potter shifts again. Draco still hasn’t truly looked at him. If he did, he’d have to look at that fucking piercing, and Potter’s eyes, and he’d end up with so much more to think about than before. There’s simply no time for that.

“Why are you taking the bus?” Draco asks.

“The same reason, I guess. It’s nowhere,” Potter replies, “Does that make sense?”

“Yeah.” Draco agrees, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“From where?”

“Blind date.”

“A good one?”

“Not at all. He sucked.”

Draco takes a sharp breath. Of course, Potter is into men. Yet another thing Draco does not have time to think about.

“You’re gay now?”

“Now? I’ve been gay.”

Draco finally takes the leap and looks over at Potter, who gleams in the afternoon light- with his unapologetically toothy smile and consistently round glasses perched low on his nose. It’s ridiculous, how handsome the man is. Draco has done pretty well ignoring it, but there’s only so much a person can take. It’s simply not fair, how someone can be so good-looking and morally upstanding. 

“And the Prophet?”

“Haven’t picked up on it. Where are you headed?”

“Chelsea,” Draco says, simply. He could say ‘my boyfriend’s house,’ but he doesn’t, unsure of why.

“Mm. I’m sick of blind dates.”

“As is anyone whose ever been on one.”

“It makes me lose faith in my friends, you know? Like, I don’t know where they find these people.”

“The gutter, most likely.”

“I just want to meet someone organically, but it gets to this point when you’re an adult… where it feels like you’re just out of people to meet. Am I making sense?”

“Yes,” Draco gets it, “It’s hard to get to know people. You have to rehash everything, let them in. It’s easier to just stick with the people who’ve been there, who know you… intimately.”

“Exactly,” Potter breathes a heavy sigh of relief, sinking low into his seat and spreading his legs obscenely, “You know, I’ve wanted to get to know you. For a while, actually.”

Draco’s blood freezes like ice, “Me?”

“Yeah,” Potter says, knocking shoulders with Draco, “But, like, how was I supposed to approach you? You were always around, but in the office you have this… face. Like, don’t speak to me about anything other than my bookshops or I’ll explode.”

“I don’t.”

“You do.”

“Whatever. Why would you want to get to know me?”

“You’re interesting.”

“In which way?”

“All of them.”

Draco’s mouth hangs open for an embarrassing amount of time while he processes that response, “Alright.”

“Alright?”

“Yeah. You can… get to know me. I suppose.”

Draco’s not sure what kind of spirit has possessed him, but apparently it’s hell-bent on making his life more complicated than it was before.

“Are you free tonight?” Potter asks.

The bus slows to a stop, and Draco’s knows that this is where he should get off. He's already running late, and this is his stop. But, curiosity and dissatisfaction propel him into action. He holds up a finger, pulls out his phone, and brings up Freddie’s contact.

I’m sorry, but I won’t be able to make it tonight.

Draco knows that he’s walking a fine line here. Standing up his boyfriend to hang out with someone he’s attracted to and wants to get to know better. But, deep down, he knows that Freddie won’t care. He probably wouldn’t care if Draco broke up with him right now with a text that simply said ‘we’re over.’ All in lowercase, no less. 

Freddie has never been prone to loud emotions, and nobody's emotions are louder than Draco’s. Something’s been missing for a while.

It is time to move forward. It is time to get to know new people, even if they’re old enemies. Maybe that’s the best part of it all– getting to go over their shared history and recontextualize it, see what was behind the wall of hatred they kept safely in between them for all of those years.

He slips his phone back into his pocket and looks over at Potter, who is staring at him with a boyish raise of the eyebrow and tilt of the mouth, full of anticipation– something fresh and interesting and completely unknown.

“Yeah,” Draco replies, “I may not be new, but I’m definitely free.”

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[dhr-ao3]

Can I Keep You?

Can I Keep You? https://ift.tt/5pvjZoc by NurseBoss I woke up this morning with the first part of this story in my head, so I pulled out my computer and typed it all out. It is basically unedited, no Alpha/Beta used, so all mistakes are mine. Anyways, the summary: Draco woke hazily and the first thing he noticed was the telltale throbbing of a hangover. His head was pounding, throbbing. He knew to keep his eyes shut because opening them to bright lights would make his head feel like it was splitting open. The second thing he noticed was that his cock was very hard and in something incredibly wet and soft. Fuck. What a predicament to be in. He tried to calm his racing heart and use his other senses to find out who he was thoroughly sheathed inside of. Words: 5013, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Drunk Sex, Cock Warming, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Mutual Pining, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, possible pregnancy, Hangover, Nott Manor, casper the friendly ghost - Freeform, Gryffindor/Slytherin Couples, Not Beta Read, All mistakes are mine, Muggle Curse Words, Shameless Smut, hangover sex with a stranger, Getting to Know Each Other, We have time via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/a9e7tcg October 27, 2024 at 12:18AM

[dhr-advent]

Work-Life Balance by raven_maiden

Work-Life Balance (3925 words) by raven_maiden Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Co-workers, Gratuitous Smut, Enemies to Lovers, idiots to lovers, Office Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, If I don't tag that please consider it my cry for help, Pining Draco Malfoy, (Somewhat) Oblivious Hermione Granger, she figures it out tho, Slap Slap Kiss, Desk Sex, Flashbacks Summary:

“Keep trying, Malfoy. You’re good, but you’re not that good. ”

In fact, he was.

* When they fail to reach a consensus on the appropriate amount of holiday leave for their staff, Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy find themselves in a rather unexpected means of negotiation.

[tippilo]

Crack fic written with @zeebee3!

[idreamofdraco]

Day five of the fic fest has THREE reveals!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasley, Bill Weasley, Charlie Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Scorpius Malfoy, Percy Weasley Additional Tags: POV Draco Malfoy, Good Draco Malfoy, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Non-Canon Relationship, Not Canon Compliant, Good Malfoy Family (Harry Potter), Fred Weasley Lives, Quidditch Player Ginny Weasley, Ginny Weasley-centric, Meddling Weasley Family (Harry Potter), Weasley Family Dinners (Harry Potter), Christmas at the Burrow (Harry Potter), Christmas Smut, Christmas Presents, Draco “My Wife” Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Possessive Sex, Multiple Sex Positions, Body Worship, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Size Difference, Size Kink, Penis Size, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Rimming, Anal Fingering, Anal Play, Standing Sex, Overstimulation, Forced Orgasm, Multiple Orgasms, Nipple Play, Nipple Licking, Pregnancy Kink, Breeding, Lactation Kink, Lactation, Creampie, Blue Balls, Penis In Vagina Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Drunken Confessions, Possessive Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, Sassy Draco Malfoy, Post-Hogwarts, Adult Draco Malfoy, Adult Ginny Weasley, Rough Sex, Supportive Molly Weasley, Supportive Narcissa Black Malfoy, Seer Narcissa Black Malfoy, Baby Scorpius Malfoy, Traditions, Betaed, Shameless Smut, One Shot Summary: Draco and Ginny are spending their first Christmas as a wedded couple with her family at the Burrow. He is feeling desperate for some alone time with his wife without all the interruptions.

CLICK HERE to read PHOENIX DYED IN GOLD by Anonymous (for now)!

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom Additional Tags: matchmaker, soul mark, Soul Bond, Canon Divergence - Post-Hogwarts Summary: Draco and Ginny run into each other unexpectedly at a street festival in muggle London. Little did they know that the moment they stepped into Madam Astraleye’s Psychic Readings tent, the fate of their futures would come crashing down on them.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Ginny Weasley Characters: Draco Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Soulmate enforcement goose, but its a peacock, and not strictly soulmates Summary: Ginny Weasley was just doing her job. Too bad she didn't know a little more about the obscure traditions of some Pureblood families.

[joonkorre]

your body be pressure

@drarrymicrofic prompt: texture Harry’s really weird about Draco. Or Malfoy. Or both of them. AO3

“Can I. Can I—erm. Sir.” “No.” “Oh, yeah, sorry. I’ll just…” Harry snatches his sweaty hand back. “You’re adorable,” Malfoy says, as if Harry finally learned what ‘sit’ and ‘roll over’ mean, and he’s Malfoy because he’s not Draco, not really.

Draco, Harry thinks, hysterical, Draco wouldn’t talk like this. Draco would have his ribs poke out through an old blouse obviously knicked from Parkinson’s dresser. Draco is, right now, somewhere, off with Potter. “But, erm,” Harry shakes his head, blinks hard to see better. It doesn’t do much. His face has gotten so warm that his glasses fogged up. “Do you let him?”

Malfoy shifts. He isn’t TB pale, not any longer, and the texture of his skin is too much under Harry’s fingers. Too human, bumpy in places, scarred in others, 40-year strong, and he’s forced to acknowledge that Draco isn’t only some spectre of a man haunting the Ministry front desk. Within a few years or 12 hours, Harry won’t be able to hide behind the vending machine and pretend to judge his banal existence anymore. “Great question,” Malfoy’s grey eyes crinkle at the edges, and those minute lines stay long after. “I do.” Harry feels like he’s back in his Trainee days. “So then, why—” “You’re still exclusively fucking women at this age,” Malfoy says. He shifts again, strong thighs moving around Harry’s hips, one socked foot brushing up Harry’s calf. Probably doesn’t even mean to. Harry shivers, almost forgetting to be defensive. “You don’t know to handle me, no, not like he does. And...” Malfoy trails a finger down Harry’s torso, tracing the dips and divots of his abs, seeing something that isn’t there. When he glances up again, what he finds on Harry’s most likely stupid, gawking face makes him chuckle. Makes him bring both hands up, large and calloused, spread them on Harry’s shoulders and up Harry’s neck, and with barely a hint of pressure, pulls him down. “We wouldn’t want to cause a time paradox, do we, Auror?” Malfoy says, low into his ear. “What do you mean,” Harry mutters, “sir.” “I mean,” Malfoy continues, “my Harry likes to stretch me out.” After all the strength training and conditioning, and Harry’s elbows still feel like they’re about to give out on the soft mattress. “He takes his time and, well, he does it in this particular way that feels just perfect,” a thumb rubs behind Harry’s ear, nudges against the cartilage. “I’m a decent instructor, as you've seen earlier today. I can teach you how. But you see, I didn’t let him. He’s the one who made me like it.” “Oh,” Harry stares at the stubble on Malfoy’s jaw. “It took work,” Malfoy says, casual as you please, “but my Harry’s stubborn, y’know. He kept trying, and Merlin help him, he succeeded. Now, if he taught me my likes and I teach you to apply them on me, then really, wouldn’t that create quite the troubling conundrum?” Malfoy’s head turns, and Harry raises his eyes to see that dark, almost patronizing gaze on him. Foolish boy, it seems to say. Such a simple concept, yet Harry needed it to be spelled out to finally understand. “I’m sure I can figure it out myself, Unspeakable Malfoy,” Harry says. A heavy drop of sweat makes its merry way down his temple. Malfoy's brows jump, approving. “Your enthusiasm is commendable,” he says, “but we have no room nor time for mistakes. I’ll save my pleasure for someone who knows how to coax it out.” Harry’s jaw clenches. Despite himself, his cock leaks onto the soft of Malfoy’s stomach. Underneath which—he knows—lie strong, capable muscles that Unspeakables shouldn’t ever really need, the lab-dwelling lot they are. Harry wants to be angry about it. He can’t. Furthermore, he doesn’t give a rat’s arse about this time paradox business. He looks at Malfoy and his thinning hair, corded neck, bulky arms that Harry’s been training for months to achieve, and wonders if he’s always been a tits man or if it’s all Malfoy and his too-tight chest holster. The man’s very presence has caused ripples in the web of space-time that Harry won’t even bother to parse through, why don’t they skip the bullshit and— And what? What does Harry do with a bloke beyond cracking off and sucking his tits some and maybe wanting to burrow into his underarm? An older, hotter, more experienced one at that, who’s the future version of yet another bloke whom Harry’s already feeling so bloody bizarre about? Malfoy moves his hand, the action slow and dreamy to Harry. His wrist is thick. Scar on the side. Briefly, Harry considers finding a reason to grab Draco’s wrists and see if his fingers connect, bony as they are. That is, when Draco finally comes back from wherever he ends up. Whenever Potter's done with him.

Heat shoots up Harry’s neck. It’s not until he’s leaned back up that he even realized Malfoy has pushed him at all. “Sir—” “Such deference toward your superiors, young Auror, I’m impressed,” Malfoy says, amused. Harry wouldn’t be surprised if Malfoy knows exactly what he’s been thinking about. “I ought to reward you.” Harry blinks, watching Malfoy’s legs lift from his hip, closing together and turning to the right. Malfoy reclines insouciantly—big word, the only word he can think of—among the old, three-week-unwashed pillows propped up Harry’s headboard as though taking his rightful place, might as well be holding a sceptre and orb while he’s at it.

Like one of those swotty paintings, Harry thinks, squeezes the base of his twitching cock. Though the monarchs in such paintings wouldn’t pose like this, stocky body dipping in an arch that shows off the sheer broadness of those shoulders, how extra skin folds at the waist, then hips and round arse and thick, massive thighs with hair all over. Malfoy’s so big everywhere, filling up Harry’s vision, and he has to scoot back slightly on his knees or he’d be right back in Fifth year and cum too fast. Not that he otherwise feels adult with this Malfoy around. Draco’s knobby spine would break if he tries Malfoy’s pose. Or it wouldn't. They never talk, haven't shagged, Harry’s popping down for a notepad or a mint not enough justification to put his hand on Draco’s neck and see if it fits, so he has no idea if Malfoy's flexibility—Malfoy’s everything—is inherent or hard-earned. Harry reckons he should get extra pillows anyway. In case he needs them. Malfoy murmurs an incantation, and he reaches down to grab the meaty underside of his left thigh, fingers curling just enough to lift the handful of flesh an inch or so, sweat-slicked skin parting from the right thigh with a squelch and opening a small, dark crevice between his legs. Thin strands of lube clings on before separating noiselessly, dripping down, down his left thigh. Slow, meandering, down to the wrinkled sheets. Harry has started stroking himself, eyes most definitely wide and bug-like behind his glasses, and he forces his hand to stop. “Surely this is a suitable alternative?” Malfoy's eyes widen as though he doesn't know how Harry would answer, ring glinting on his hand. Harry swallows dry, throat clicking, and crawls forward.

[phdmama]

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone (who is celebrating)!!

So, this is a result of this post (and please believe me, however awkward it might be to read smut? imagine writing it in between dashing into the kitchen to check on the prime rib and opening the pinot noir to breathe) and this (so, err, thanks @homoaesthetics, @sitp-recs and @vukovich) - this is pretty much SOOC, not really beta’d and like. I don’t know. I don’t know what this is. But here it is.

Tags are probably things like: blow jobs, hand jobs, public sex, sort of group sex, Ron/Draco, Harry/Draco (establisehd relationship implied), Seamus/Dean, Theo/Neville, everyone/everyone, things got a little out of control, I don’t even know, university AU, ~1900 words, Explicit

Also, and I cannot stress this enough, absolutely NSFW

It happens, as so many things do, because it’s late, it’s the weekend, and they’re all a little drunk. Zabini has just rolled in from a hookup with one of the American exchange students and is complaining about the entire experience.

“And then,” he says with genuine outrage, “he told me I was too big to suck? What the hell? Like, I wasn’t even asking him to deepthroat,” and here he smirks, “because that definitely would have been too much, but like, just the head? That should have been fine!”

“How big are you?” Seamus asks from where he’s sprawled out on the floor in front of the fireplace. He rolls to sitting and grins at Zabini. “Come on, you must be pretty big.”

Zabini shrugs with false modesty. “I mean, I’m not the biggest guy out there, but I…” His voice trails off as every single Gryffindor boy (except Ron) snorts into his drink. His eyes narrow. “What,” he says flatly.

“What what?” Dean says with an innocent smile as Ron starts to flush.

“That was actually creepy, the way you all did that in unison,” Zabini says. “You all know something. What is it?”

There’s another long pause as the Gryffindor boys, as one, stare at the floor.

“You know I’m going to get it out of you lot eventually,” Zabini says conversationally and Harry has to smile because it’s true, Zabini can be very persuasive when he wants to be. “So just tell me.”

There’s another awkward pause and then Ron takes a large swallow from his glass. “It’s me,” he says morosely. He drinks again.

Zabini stares at him in confusion. “It’s you, what?”

“My cock,” Ron clarifies with a sigh. “They’re all acting this way because they’ve seen it.”

“And? What of it?”

“It’s huge,” Seamus bursts out. “Like, the biggest prick you’ve ever seen!”

“No, for real,” Neville says excitedly, “It’s like, I don’t know. Majestic.”

“Huh,” Zabini says, eyeing Ron thoughtfully, then shaking his head. “Nah, I don’t buy it.”

Ron shrugs. “Don’t know what to tell you, mate.”

 “So you’re a shower, not a grower.” Zabini shakes his head. “Doesn’t mean you’re huge. Mate.”

Ron is starting to look annoyed. “Why would I lie about this? Why would all of them,” he waves a hand at Harry and the rest, “why would they lie about it?”

“No idea,” Zabini says lightly, “I’m just saying.” Here he gives a wicked grin and Harry is reminded once again of just how fucking charismatic Blaise Zabini actually is. “Seeing is believing.”

Ron stares at him. “Are you mental? I’m not getting my cock out!”

“Why not?” Zabini asks in a tone that indicates he believes this to be a completely reasonable thing to say. “I mean, we’re all friends now. With everything we’ve all been through, what’s a little, you know…” He searches for the words. “Show and tell?”

“Well, I’m not doing it alone,” Ron says grumpily as he finishes his drink. “If I’m getting mine out, so are you.”

“Of course,” Zabini says with a careless wave of his hand. “Go ahead.”

Ron sighs again, sounding extremely put upon, and then kicks off his trainers, and reaches towards the button of his jeans.

“Shirt too,” Zabini says, eyes fixed on Ron’s crotch. 

Ron shrugs in a whatever, it’s your funeral kind of way, and pulls his t-shirt off, tossing it to one side.

Now, Harry isn’t, you know, into Ron in that way, but he has to admit, Ron is fucking gorgeous and Harry is not blind. Ron’s grown into his frame, still lanky but leanly muscled now, with corded biceps and just the right smattering of golden red hair across his chest, and a darker treasure trail. Even though Harry’s seen this show, he, just like every other guy in the room, is watching avidly as Ron carefully unzips his jeans and pulls them down so they’re pooling around his knees.

“Oh my…” Zabini breathes, but whatever else he’s going to say is cut off as the door flies open and Malfoy slams into the room.

Malfoy doesn’t notice them all at first, attention firmly glued to the paper in his hand, but when he lifts his gaze, he startles at the sight of them in front of him.

“What the fuck?” he says and then freezes as he catches sight of Ron. “What,” Malfoy says again, more slowly this time, “the fuck?”

His swallow is visible as the paper flutters from his grasp, drifting to the floor, forgotten, as Malfoy stares, wide-eyed, at the tableau in front of him.

“What is going on?”

Nott pipes up. “Blaise said his hookup said he was too big to suck and the Gryffindors got weird and then they said that Weasley had a huge cock and Blaise didn’t believe him and so…” his voice trails off as Malfoy takes a slow step, and then another and another, until he’s standing directly in front of Ron, who is flushed all the way down his chest, but not, Harry thinks, from embarrassment, if the way his cock is starting to thicken up is any indication.  

And then Malfoy drops to his knees.

“Holy merciful Merlin,” Malfoy breathes, his tone reverent and worshipful. “Weasley…” 

Malfoy can’t seem to look away from Ron, his face so open and awed, and Harry, well. Harry can’t look away from Malfoy.

Suddenly Malfoy’s gaze snaps up to Ron’s face. “Where the hell have you been keeping that?” He sounds almost outraged. “I’ve seen the trousers you wear, and I never saw that.”

“Oh,” Ron says, shifting awkwardly, “well, err, there are.” He doesn't seem to know where to put his hands but his cock doesn’t seem to have gotten the memo that this is all very weird. “There are, you know,” and Ron swallows as he stares down at Malfoy on his knees in front of him, “tailoring charms.”

“Do you mean to tell me,” Malfoy says slowly, “that you’ve been storing your prick in wizard space?”

Ron nods and closes his eyes as Malfoy reaches out one trembling hand to drag his thumb down the length of Ron’s cock, and Harry realizes his own cock is rock hard between his legs. A quick glance around reveals that most of them are in the same difficult situation.

“How big do you get,” Malfoy whispers, “when you’re hard? Even bigger?”

Ron nods and moans as Malfoy wraps his hand around Ron and starts to stroke. 

In the back of his mind, Harry thinks that maybe this should feel weird, Malfoy on his knees, stroking Ron off while the rest of them stare, but he’s too turned on to care. When Harry glances over at Blaise, he’s braced himself against the mantle, his own jeans shoved down just far enough to get his hand in his pants, his eyes half closed as he watches what Malfoy’s doing.

“Can I?” Malfoy asks, and Ron just flat-out moans. “Weasley, can I?”

“Yes,” Ron hisses. “Whatever you want. Fuck, Malfoy.”

Harry is transfixed. He can’t seem to look away as Ron’s eyes slam shut as Malfoy leans in, breathing hard, and then he guides the head of Ron’s prick, fully erect now, long and thick and mouthwateringly gorgeous, into his own mouth.

“Oh fuck,” someone mutters, and Harry’s throat goes dry as Malfoy’s cheeks hollow as he sucks, and from the way Ron is shaking, Harry’s pretty sure Malfoy’s doing that thing with his tongue that feels so fucking good. 

Harry presses one hand to his own prick which throbs in response and Harry realizes it’s not going to take much to get him there. Malfoy grabs one of Ron’s hands and guides it to the back of his head and then pulls off for a moment and says breathlessly, “You can pull a bit. I like it.” 

“He does,” Harry groans without thinking. “Ron, he really likes it.”

“Don’t think we’re not revisiting that,” Ron gasps, his hips starting to shift as Malfoy sucks, the sounds loud in the room. 

Harry realizes as he glances around, that he’s not just hearing Ron and Malfoy. Dean is in one of the wingback chairs with his head thrown back and Seamus is on his knees in front of him, head bobbing as he sucks him down. Neville has Theo bent over the back of the couch and is thrusting wildly against his body. Harry is pretty sure they’re not actually fucking, but not… entirely sure. Blaise appears to have just come all over his own hand, release dripping onto the hearth, but it’s the look on Ron’s face that sends Harry over the edge. Ron’s head is thrown back, tendons in his neck standing out in stark relief and mouth open in a silent cry as Malfoy pulls off just in time to aim Ron’s cock at his own face, and Ron begins to come.

Harry cries out, doubling over as he comes as well, in deep, gut-wrenching pulses, soaking his boxes, until finally, he slumps down, cheek pressed to the rug, gasping and trying to catch his breath. It’s not until he rolls onto his back that he realizes, Malfoy’s the only one of them who hasn’t gotten to come yet.

“Malfoy,” Harry groans, and tilts his head back. “Come on, let me, just…” and he opens up as Malfoy scrambles over, still on his knees, before yanking down his joggers and pants to thrust his hard cock into Harry’s waiting mouth.

The familiar smell and taste, the weight of him on Harry’s tongue is as amazing as it always is, but the angle, Malfoy on his knees behind Harry, is no good. Harry taps Malfoy on the thigh, their agreed-upon signal to pull off.

“Flip around,” Harry urges and opens up again as Malfoy shifts so he’s straddling Harry’s chest, then Malfoy grabs his prick and just shoves inside, practice having taught him exactly how much Harry can take.

Now. It’s good, it’s so fucking good. Malfoy grunts as he thrusts, bracing himself on one arm as he fucks Harry’s mouth, his own breath hitching as he gets close, a litany of praise spilling from his lips.

“Fuck, Potter, your fucking mouth, holy fuck,” and as he dissolves into babbling, Harry braces himself. That’s Malfoy’s tell that he’s close. “Fuck, I’m so… Potter, I’m so close.”

Harry, still feeling pretty great from his own orgasm, reaches up and gives Malfoy’s balls a gentle tug before sliding back, pressing his fingers firm and deep as Malfoy yells, actually yells as he throws his head back and comes down Harry’s throat.

“Holy shit,” Harry hears someone say, he can’t quite recognize who and then there’s silence as they all try to catch their breaths.

Finally, Malfoy rolls off of Harry and collapses onto the floor next to him, so close that Harry can feel the heat of his body as Malfoy threads their fingers together. Harry turns his head to meet Malfoy’s gaze, and feels his own lips curve in response to Malfoy’s smile.

“Hey,” he murmurs and Malfoy grins. “Did you get your report done?”

Malfoy nods. “Sure did,” he says and gives Harry an impish smile. “How has your  night been?”

[ao3feed-drastoria]

A Wedding Gift

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eMDlWmw by Smolbangs Astoria has a surprise for her Husband to be, and then some. Words: 1270, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Astoria Greengrass, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Draco Malfoy Has a Breeding Kink, Married Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, POV Astoria Greengrass, Tattoos, Possessive Behavior, First Time, Loss of Virginity, Wedding Night, Squirting and Vaginal Ejaculation read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/eMDlWmw

[hpcestfest]

HP Cest Fest 2023: Fic ☕️📖

It wouldn't have to be this way (in a perfect world)

Prompt #: 132 Ships: Draco Malfoy/Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Rating: Explicit Wordcount: 5,330

Warnings/Tags: Incest, Parent/Child Incest, Father/Son Incest, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Explicit Sexual Content, Rape/Non-Con Elements, Mpreg, Daddy Kink, Size Difference, Breeding, Impregnation, Marking, Coming Untouched, Lucius Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Piercings, Nipple Piercings, Imperiused Sex, Blood Purity

Summary: “We’ve decided to try for a baby!”

Lucius felt his thoughts grind to an abrupt halt at his son’s words, even as Narcissa began giving suggestions on how to handle things like morning sickness and Draco admitted his worries about carrying. His every movement ceased, cutlery still clutched in unfeeling hands as he tried to comprehend what he had just been told. His son, his pride and joy, was going to sully his heritage by carrying Potter’s spawn?

No.

There will never be a mixed-blood Malfoy if it’s the last thing he does.

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[dhr-ao3]

Not The Standard Size

Not The Standard Size https://ift.tt/i1HZuMK by Zeebee3 “I don’t fit in the standard size,” he tried. Was it possible to die from mortification? Perhaps if he was lucky, he’d pass out from the lack of oxygen being sent to his brain, what with how much blood was currently being routed to his cheeks and…elsewhere. After a moment, the coin dropped. Her eyes went wide, then snapped to his trousers. “Oh.” --- Or when colleagues Draco and Hermione are put in the same hotel room and Hermione can't help being nosy. Words: 4545, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Co-workers, Draco Malfoy Has a Crush, Mutual Pining, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Inappropriate Use of Legilimency (Harry Potter), Inappropriate Use of Undetectable Extension Charms, Sex Toys, Confessions, There Was Only One Bed, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, POV Draco Malfoy, Fluff and Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Porn with Feelings, aka my usual bs via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Wi0twrX September 06, 2024 at 11:47PM

[ww-kinktober]

Wizarding World Kinktober: The Hunter's Moon

Title: The Hunter's Moon Author: Anonymous Pairing(s): Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 7,000 Warnings/Content: Werewolves, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Hermione Granger, Omega Draco Malfoy, Porn With Plot, Dubious Consent, Explicit Sexual Content, Alpha/OmegaMating, Claiming, Claiming Bites, Knotting, Draco Malfoy Has a Large Cock, Draco Malfoy Has a Praise Kink, The Ministry of Magic is Terrible (Harry Potter) Summary: 

We are pleased to inform you that through the landmark passage of the Progressive and Ethical Treatment (PET) legislation, we have established the Humanitarian Effort for the Advancement of the Lycanthrope (HEAL) program.

Non-participation will be met with the requisite legal consequences for violating the law.

For the safety of our citizens and for the safety of our children, we thank you for your cooperation. Or:

The Ministry implements a mandatory breeding program for unmated werewolves.