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autumn-skull · 2 years ago

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In Love with All Of These Vampires - a Vampire!Snarry fic

This fic is in the works and has not been completed yet, however that doesn't mean it won't be! Chapter 11 is in the process of being wrapped up now.

For those following, you probably know from my author's notes that I have been in nursing school and that's why my posts have been delayed. Well, good friends, I am proud to say that that is not longer the case! I graduated and am on my way to get that license. So now, that means there is more updates on the way!

Summary:

Harry, the Omega Vampire, is just your ordinary boy wizard who is famous for his survival of the Dark Lord's death curse. However, being the only vampire there is besides Snape, who is an Alpha vampire, he must need guidance and assessment for proper development to be the healthy creature he is. Snape is the only other vampire there is and Harry isn't too keen to have Snape as his mentor in the beginning. However, he is quick to find out that he needs and wants Snape more than anything as the Professor shows what it truly means to be an Omega.

Chapter 1 - Scenting Sessions (teen)

Chapter 2 - First Heat (mature) Harry enters his first heat and Snape doesn't feel prepared for it at all. With the coming of his heat, Harry grows confident in trying to tempt Snape, to no avail.

Chapter 3 -Animagus Training (teen) Harry can't sleep. Without the hint of sleep or rest, he decides to explore and chance himself of getting in trouble. Of course, Snape catches him in a way that is unexpected. Harry is curious about how Snape is able to catch him so quickly. When realizing that Harry, being the growing omega that he is, is going to have nights where he can't sleep. Rather than cause trouble, Snape decides that sharing his secret will benefit Harry's development for those sleepless nights.

Chapter 4 - Animagus Breakthrough (teen) Harry's nightmares have gotten worse and personal. He is fearful to go back to sleep and needs to find solace. Thankfully, he knows that Snape would never say no to a scenting session to help calm him down. However, when it's time to leave for bed, Harry encounters Draco and his goons, ready to throttle him when given the chance. Will Harry be able to get away?

Chapter 5 - Harry's Dream (mature) Snape's incantation allows Harry to have protection over his dreams, however, the protection is not as convenient as one may think. After the events of the dream, it is decided that a vampire bond should be placed between Snape and Harry for the boy's further protection.

Chapter 6 -The Tales and Book (teen) Harry is continuing to find out more about how humans perceive vampires. Sadly, he also becomes aware of just how rude humans can be when it comes to their stories about vampires and how they view vampires. Harry becomes angry, but talking to Snape only calms him. Snape gives Harry a book that is very important for the instruction on how the vampiristic bonds are going to take place. It is very crucial for Harry to understand all that goes into a ritualistic bond. What will be in store?

Chapter 7 - Swear to Me (teen) Harry's decision for a scenting session lands him in detention with Snape, which doesn't seem too bad until you include the Slytherin trio in the equation. The young vampire continues to try and understand his emotions, including his anger, as he interacts with his peers, enemies, and even Snape. Then, the secret of his mistrust towards the older vampire comes to light. What will come from the hurt that follows

Chapter 8 - The Book (teen) Harry begins to read the book while Snape is dealing with something that Harry knows not. This makes Harry concerned, but despite that, he continues to try and do what he needs to do in order for the bond to take place. Harry learns a lot of things from the book and he isn't even halfway through it. He will continue to read the book to gain whatever knowledge he is lacking so that he and Snape will bond.

Chapter 9 -The Bond (explicit) Due to unfortunate circumstances, the time for preparation of the bond is no longer relevant and the part must immediately bond for Harry's protection. At first, Harry is terrified but he quickly learns that this ultimately is the best thing to happen to him. With the bond, he and Snape grow close on a level both physically and emotionally intimate so much so that Harry knows for sure that this was the right choice to make. With this bond, they actually have a chance against Voldemort.

Chapter 10 - Mental Connection (explicit) Harry and Snape recognize each other as alpha and omega bonded. This leads to more intimacy as Harry has asked if he could also feed on Snape in return. Afterwards, Harry sees on Snape that concerns him, however Snape is able to figure it out before Harry can even speak about it. Mental connection is discovered.

To be Continued...

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lightcreators · 2 years ago

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Absence of judgment could been perceived inside his gaze, when an understanding smile resonated inside that sentence. Meanwhile he had been observing him, letting himself mentally some time for found pleasant words to offering as a answer, there was that casual reminder inside an inner voice — sounding like Malfoy — recalled he could have been Slytherin … Actually, at that thought showing up time to time, inside timing when he was so glad he wasn’t, he auto-corrected himself : should have been … for had gently refusing that path opening rightfully to him, and gently forced down by Malfoy to embracing sleeping Slytherin’s characteristics. Sometimes, he was wondering if Malfoy wasn’t making him pay to have rejected possibility to be stuck with him all time, hence deciced to get it anyways, considering it was short talk with him before beginning of that first year who settled down everything … He embraced others characteristics, to believing in goodness no matter what, and avoid Malfoy’s shaped darkness temptation … although he would be unable to be left tranquil. He disliked how that reminder sounded dramatically right. He disliked how reflections from time to time inside his behavior were to been expected. He loathed even how he even managed to turn out somehow obsessed by what he was doing by complete mistrust on his part, and preferred checked every word failling down his lips and sometimes be confused about what he was supposed to believe … among others things. Sighing internally, the returned reflection of that boy acting as a mirror inside strange circumstances surrounding him, turned even difficult an simple answer. In no way, he wanted speaking about his own case. With the Dursley, he had been praying silency and been quietly angry during years about hoping an difference, about be treated differently, about be accepted for who he was and not some kind of freak to put in the closet literally … but they never searched to understood him. He remained their forced burden … and as much it was tempting, he couldn’t just decide to live somewhere else when it was supposed to be his ‘home’, where there were still memories about everything that could be … There was also Slytherin’s House themselves he could talk about — well, since he was main target of tourments of Draco Malfoy, where nothing will change that for be main entertainment … he could only imagining gossip about him was daily inside that House. Where he was happy not to be on it. Since that boy wasn’t concerned about his goodness and wanted perceiving his darkness, he didn’t wanted to know how much he would gently 'bully’ him for get something interesting … ❝ Sadly, you can hardly be accepted without be understood … ❞ He answered after an short silence moment. During that moment, he didn’t feeling like he was replying, but mostly call out Malfoy whatever where he was. Maybe he had problems to fit and feeling on the right place — loathing every familiar sensation about it, and loathing every moment how he was thanked about been 'famous’ indirectly afterwards an personal tragedy — he could confirm easily how Malfoy had deeper problems than him. Not in social class he was proud of, not in his family name where there was an echo he disliked once more, not inside the House when he was clear embodiment of Slytherin and dig everything possible to be experienced … but rather had an implicit identity crisis. ❝ Otherwise, it’s only an partial belonging, an sensation of accepteance without touch it fully … ❞ It was worse of pain and terrible decision to made, but Malfoy happily ticked this box … he gave strenght to anyone who wanted to change his mind, because with him, even his wizard status was something he could condescending laugh about. ❝ If people understand you, if people can resonate with your heart, they are naturally more inclined to accept what they perceive … one hardly goes without the other. It’s completely illusory to think otherwise. However, if someone decides to shut themselves up completely, to let nothing out of their true feelings, isolate themselves, what emerges is an appearance, not reality. At least that’s my personal opinion on the matter, you do what you want with my advice. ❞

#higherpcwerx #ic :: harry potter #verse tbt.#long post /#( answered. )#harry potter /#he remain an sweetheart :)

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lower-east-side · 7 years ago

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Part Two of the fic for that simply gorgeous art by @camael-fanart

Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five

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Laurel, willow, oak. Every tree has spirits, and the ones along this river were no exception.

Myrtle ran her hands through the water and playfully splashed the boy sitting on the bank. He was of course a boy no longer, fully in the flower of his manhood - if one could call it that - but Myrtle was ancient and still thought of him as a youth.

“Stop that,” Draco commanded in his imperious voice that made her laugh.

“You're the one come crying at my river. I'm only trying to cheer you up.”

“I'm not crying.”

“Brooding, then. Oh, don't give me that look! You know I love your company. No one else will come to see me.” She lay back in the water, seeming to blend into the eddying flow. “All the heroes chase the pretty nymphs in the forest. The ones who think they are too good for me.”

“Maybe if you didn't annoy them so much, you'd have more friends,” Draco grumbled. He idly drew the tip of one wing back and forth through the stream, unwilling to get his feathers any more wet than that, but enjoying the cool temperature. It had been scorching lately.

He was unsure why he still came to see Myrtle. She wasn't even a proper dryad, never in her tree but always in the river. Still, it wasn't as if he could expect his mother to listen to him, and he most especially couldn't talk to the others in his tribe. They were satisfied with snatching bread and fruit from unsuspecting humans, bickering amongst themselves, and practicing dark arts by moonlight, praying to Hecate.

Draco longed for something else. He was restless, and lonely. He sometimes allowed himself the pleasure of the company of young shepherds who came through the hills, but most of them hoped for an afternoon of bliss with a nymph or a muse, not a strange male creature of the air. And Harpies had a bad reputation for feasting on human flesh rather than caressing it - a reputation well-earned by his mad aunt.

Pouting, Draco rolled on his back, his wings splayed out around him. He was ever so bored. Another handful of water caught his white-blonde hair, sticking it to his forehead, and he lobbed a rock at Myrtle in irritation. It hit her with a splash and caused her body to ripple.

“Ooo! So cruel. Just for that I shouldn't tell you what I heard from the Oreads yesterday.”

“As if I care what those mountain sluts get up to.”

“You should, it's about that boy you always fight with. The one who stabbed you.”

“Harry of the Kerameikos?” That did catch Draco's attention. He sat up to face Myrtle, his wings perked up behind him. “He didn't ‘stab’ me, it was just a scratch. What did the Oreads say?”

“They said he's been cursed,” she reported gleefully. Myrtle always did love drama.

“Cursed to be a self-righteous pain? That's hardly news,” Draco said, trying to hide just how interested he was. That Harry was a constant bother. Draco had come up against him repeatedly over the years. The man had a knack for disrupting their best raids, the ones with fat pigs roasting during a festival, baskets of cakes and piles of fruit strewn about. The Harpies weren't stupid enough to take an offering from an altar of the gods, but the human’s portion was fair game. Not when Harry had his way, though. He'd appointed himself the protector of the weak and downtrodden, and made appearances at the most inconvenient times. Secretly, Draco liked these appearances; it broke up the monotony of his life, and Harry was certainly something to look at. Dark, tousled hair and bright green eyes, and a propensity for eschewing all clothing except a simple pteryges and chlamys, which showed off his warm, brown skin. Yes, Draco enjoyed looking at him very much.

“Cursed to lie with a monster!” Myrtle glided through the water and ended up uncomfortably close to Draco. “The Sibyl on the mountain told him -”

“The Sibyl is a fraud.”

“Told him, in a trance no less, that he would die unless he ceased fighting and lay with a serpent.”

“What, a regular sized one? Or like the Python?”

“Who knows? He has to ‘turn battle to ecstasy’ and ‘make peace with his nemesis’ and ‘love a dragon.’

Draco had opened his mouth to refute the possibility - oracles were notorious con artists, and peace? For Harry to quit fighting, that would take a miracle - but ‘dragon’… that gave him pause. Any prophecy worth it’s salt was surely a riddle, and not what it seemed on the surface. If it was true, then ‘dragon’ most likely did not mean the real thing.

‘Dragon’ was also exactly what his mother called him, day after day.

***

After his unsettling encounter with Sibyl, Harry continued north along a dirt road. Three days into his journey, he came to a village that was having wolf troubles. His reputation preceded him, and they begged him to slay the beasts. It was a fairly easy task, and he found himself the center of a celebratory feast once more. He didn’t actually like the attention, but he gracefully accepted the honor.

The sacrifice was planned for later that day. In the meantime, Harry asked for information on the Harpies. Sure enough, they had ravaged this land, stealing olives and figs. No one knew where their nest was, though. Carefully, Harry also inquired if anyone in the village was versed in prophecy or riddles.

“Oh, you’ll want to talk to Horatius, down by the pond. He’s a philosopher and a healer.”

And so Harry found himself yet again at the doorstep of someone who might be able to parse his future.

The pudgy man who opened the door looked delighted to see Harry. “Come in, come in! I’ve been expecting you! As soon as I heard you were nearby, I knew you would want to see me.”

Had news of the prophecy spread somehow? Harry had told no one since his trip up the mountain. He hated when rumors spread about him. “I didn't realize it was common knowledge.”

“Everyone knows who you are. And of myself, of course. Notoriety is a blessing and a curse, eh?”

“I hadn't ever heard of you before, actually,” Harry told him honestly. “Someone in the village thought you might be able to help me with a riddle.”

This seemed to disappoint his host. “Horatius Limacis? Alchemist and scholar? Host of several philosopher’s schools? No?”

Harry shook his head. Horatius sighed. “It's just as well you're here, then. We should become acquainted. I can introduce you to many influential people.”

That was the opposite of what Harry wanted. “I'm really just here for advice, before I continue on. I have several things I can trade,” he added, pulling a few choice small gems he'd taken from monsters lairs along the way. Horatius’ eyes lit up and Harry knew he'd made the right move.

“Yes, sapphires like that are very useful… and I suppose it's my duty as the most educated man in these parts to share my knowledge…” He selected the largest stone from the pile and settled on a cushioned bench. “So, tell me this riddle!”

Harry recounted the prophecy as best he could remember. Horatius nodded and looked thoughtful.

“Riddles and oracles usually only repeat themselves to make a point very clear. You are sure it mentioned a nemesis and a foe? They are likely the same thing, or person. And serpentine imagery repeated, as well. Surrender, ecstasy, lay with - honestly, it sounds rather sexual. The swift wings, hmm. Are you by any chance mortal enemies with a marathon runner, or anyone you would associate with snakes? A gorgon you battled, perhaps?”

“I’m not. I don’t know if I’m really ‘mortal enemies’ with anyone, not since, well. You know.”

“Well, it isn’t much of a riddle, I’m afraid. More of a standard instructive prophecy, couched in metaphor. Sleep with someone you consider your rival, that you associate with those things. Surrender.”

Horatius leered at him, and Harry became uncomfortable with the conversation. He could have figured most of that out on his own, anyways.

“Well, thank you for seeing me. I should really get to the feast.”

“I’ll see you there. I do, of course, have a place of honor here. Sit near me, we will share some of the choice vittles.”

As Harry turned to go, Horatius laughed. “And do have fun with your ‘‘winged serpent,’ whoever they are, but be careful. You know what they say back in my country. Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus.” Harry shot the man a startled look. “Draco what?!”

“Are you not versed in Latin? ‘Never tickle a sleeping dragon.”

Oh.

Oh, no.

***

The celebratory feast began in the late afternoon. Harry was too distracted to pay attention to the sacrificial rites, throwing barley at the appointed time but otherwise lost in his own thoughts. Once Horatius had said that name, it all clicked into place. Could it really be that he was fated to lay with that beautiful, terrible creature, or else die? He stared into the flames, wishing some god or another would whisper the truth in his ear.

The more he turned it over in his mind, the more it made sense. Draco the Harpy was a plague, he did have wings, they had done battle. And he was named for a dragon. If he hadn’t been such an evil thing, it wouldn’t even be a hardship for Harry to be near him, as stunning as he looked. But to go as far as the prophecy commanded…

Harry had never been touched like that. At first, it was just timing. He was young and always engaged in warfare. After that, it always seemed like people wanted him for his fame, and didn’t know him at all. He liked to help, to set things right in the world, but it wasn’t for acclaim or glamour. At the end of the day, he just wanted a good house on some good land with a good… person.

There was no way he’d ever get Draco to be with him, anyways. He despised Harry. They’d only ever spat invectives at each other. The last time they’d clashed, Harry had managed to get one good swipe at the other man with his sword, catching him across the chest. The look of absolute hatred that Draco had thrown his way before he retreated, bleeding, had struck Harry to his core. At the time, he thought it was a bit of fear of eventual retaliation. But maybe it was that deep down, he didn’t want that lovely face to be twisted in such malice, especially directed at him.

Now he was second-guessing every encounter with Draco. Was this always there, under the surface? Isn't that what fate meant? He’d been guided by oracles his whole life, now was not the time to start doubting them.

It was just Harry’s luck, that after everything, his death came down to this.

***

The villagers were passing around kylikes of wine when the flutter of wings drew Harry’s attention.

He spun around on full alert, ready for the Harpies to descend on the feast, but to his surprise only one dark shape loomed in the trees at the edge of the clearing. Horatius and everyone else around him were already quite drunk, so it was easy to slip away.

As he approached a spreading oak tree, he came face to face with the subject of his confusing thoughts. Draco, half-hidden in the leaves, leaned out and stared down at him.

“I heard something very interesting about you, Harry.” Draco laughed at Harry’s obvious surprise. “All those years in the wilderness, and you still don’t understand. The trees have ears, the mountains watch, the waters speak. I know all about your oracle.”

It was a taunt, but it seemed like Draco wanted to discuss it. Harry knew the avian beings had human speech; he’d traded insults with this particular one for years. But that didn't mean they could be reasoned with. Many of the monsters created or sent by the gods had the power of tongues. Sphinxes, Gorgons and Cyclops could all converse, but that didn't imply they had the rational mind of a man. They were driven by base desires.

It was those desires that Harry was supposed to inflame, though, if the prophecy was right, so he decided to risk it. Maybe the Harpy was more like a person than he’d previously thought.

“Why don’t you come down from that tree and talk to me like a man, Draco.”

Draco narrowed his eyes and dropped down a branch. “You never call me by my name. It's always ‘foul bird’ or ‘wicked pest’ or the like. Or you skip the words entirely and prick me with your sword.”

“I know. But this time I don’t want to fight. Get out of the tree and speak with me like a civilized creature.”

Draco snorted. “Civilized. I've got a civil word for you. No.” He was still suspicious of that blade at Harry’s side.

Harry bit back his retort. You lose with victory. “Please,” he ground out.

The first kind word that Harry had ever thrown his way seemed to intrigue the Harpy, and he jumped down to the lowest branch that nearly grazed the ground. “Go on.”

“Well, you’ve already heard the prophecy, so I don’t have to explain it to you. Do you think you know what it means?”

“Hmm. Yes.” He idly brushed a leaf off a bare arm. Harry stared at the pale skin, then realized he was blushing and continued.

“Do you have any opinions on that?”

“Are you asking me to fuck you?” Draco answered blatantly.

After a moment of shocked silence, Harry turned away. “I guess I was asking you to help me. I don’t really want to die.” He wasn’t even sure how it would happen. Would he drop dead? Lose a battle? Oracles worked in strange ways when they predicted death.

“That's not my problem, is it? Are we both going to die? I've got no reason to help you. You’ve tried to kill me several times, if you recall.”

“I’m defending things that don’t belong you, it was never personal.” That was a straight up lie, it had become personal fairly quickly, but Harry was trying to be diplomatic.

Draco’s wings stiffened behind him. “It’s predator and prey, out here. Do you want us to starve?” He glided the rest of the way down and approached. “I think you do. I think you see us as nothing but disgusting animals.”

“You aren’t disgusting,” Harry said quietly. He’d never been this close to Draco without swinging a weapon. His eyes were storm-grey, and he smelled like the forest.

“But you don’t see us as people. That’s fine, I suppose, we aren't.” His wings spread and shook as if to illustrate the point. “We live differently than you. But I have thoughts and feelings like a man. I don’t want to die, either.” He glanced down pointedly at the sword that Harry was still touching lightly.

Bravely, Harry dropped his arms to his side. “Would you like something to eat, from the feast? There’s roast pig and honey cakes.”

Draco froze, and then sneered. “Really? Are you going to just walk over there and ask for more food? ‘Oh, I need a portion for my would-be lover. He’s one of those monsters you ask me to murder, but it’s ok, I need his cock in me if I’m to keep gallivanting around the countryside like a proper little hero.’ I’m sure that will go over just fine.”

“It’s my feast, I can get food if I want! And wait, in me? Who says I have to be the one to take-”

A rustling in the woods drew both their attention. “Is your family here?” Harry asked warily, his hand going back to his sword.

Draco jumped back and spread his wings wide to take off. “Dammit. I told them not to follow me. That smoke from the altar just smells so good, though.” He swooped halfway back up the tree and clung to the trunk, peering back into the forest.

“Stop!” Harry called out, Draco turned back around, and Harry thought he caught a glimpse of regret on his face.

“I don’t want to deal with you right now. I’ll tell them this is a bust, nothing good, and a nasty do-gooder waiting to attack.”

“Oh. Thank you.” Harry was pleased at the concession. “I didn’t want to fight tonight, especially not with you.”

Draco sighed. “I’ll consider that a last request, then.” He took off from the tree, and hovered in the air just above Harry.

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry. Oracles are a bitch.”

“Wait!”

It was no use. As Draco flew into the night air, Harry wondered if he’d change his mind.

***

End pt 2

Oh, Moaning Myrtle, you gossip in any era.

Next time on Historical AU/Wingfic/Shag-or-Die, Draco is torn between his desire and anger, Harry is pissed off at fate, we meet a certain queen, and tensions between our two enemies come to a head.

If anyone was wondering last time, the three Fates, or Moirai, are: Clotho who spins the thread of life, Lachesis who allots the fate, and Atropos who cuts the thread.

pteryges : skirt of leather strips

chlamys : cloak

‘Limax’ is latin for ‘slug.’

Also, since I haven’t gotten to the actual porn yet, I’m indecisive: I have no preferences for top and bottom in Drarry fic (and honestly headcanon them as both pretty switch-y) so�� ???

#draco is so tempted but hes also proud #harry is about to tell fate to suck a dick #will they or wont they?!?! oh come on of course they will #drarry #fanfic #and vocab and ancient history lessons hidden in fanfic #historical au #wingfic #shag or die

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justafairytailofinnocence · 3 years ago

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hi! i'd like to ask a one shot on fred weasley in which y/n is a slytherin who's best friends with draco and is in the same year as the golden trio. she's the typical pureblood, stubborn and proud slytherin, but also kinda shy. her and fred hate each other and are always bickering and even tough they don't realise it they actually have a lot of sexual tension going on since they're unconsciously attracted to each other. the rest is up to you.

thanks x.

Hello thanks for the request 💖 so today we have a special one shot with the prankster himself Fred Weasley.

This one was quite a fun piece to write hope you like it 🎉

(before reading a/n: please note I do take time in my writing and work any critism or negativity will be deleted. I'm not an expert writer please don't expect top notch quality.

I write for the simple fact I enjoy making people happy. I'm still learning and developing everyday and if there is a mistake then please don't critic it I will write it to my own standards. I want this to be positive to not only me but everyone around I only accept positivity💖.)

Without further ado I present

Fred Weasley X slytherin reader

Queens and pranksters👸🎉

Y/n was the queen of Slytherin her looks and defined wicked, sharp tounge is how she became Draco's best friend. Your hair and eyes captured the attention of many boys, however you had no interest in them. Pansy was your best friend even at the best of times she was jealous of your style.

You stood in the hallway looking sharp and pompous as always. You stood by the slytherins code "purebloods above all else". You didn't care for the low lives of the wizarding world.

Draco walked by you strutting with crab and goyle. You were invited to all his birthday parties and events he held. His father favourited you in particular due to your smarts and less idiotic behaviour. He even admits your better than crab and goyle.

"oi y/n, couldn't help but notice you standin there let me guess potter mocked you again" Draco sneered.

You rolled your eyes the constant obsession of Draco's potter outbreak is quite annoying. "Not everything is revolved around potter Draco" you walked down the hallway. Draco walked faster trying to catch up to you "I will beat him y/n, you'll see the next Quidditch match I'll have my moment" he laughs.

You couldn't help but think how Draco was so up himself. He truly believed he could beat potter even if he loses. "At this point I wouldn't be surprised if you lost to a house elf in a staring contest".

Draco gaped his mouth open "how dare you, those filthy creatures are beneath me". You sighed despite the weasel being annoying he was your true friend.

"I saw Granger in the hall with Weasley, I was so tempted to hex them" you smirk as Draco snickered. "Those mudbloods wouldn't stand a chance" picturing the scanario between you and a pathetic mudblood.

Walking with Draco through the halls you heard familiar voices. It wasn't potter nor Granger it was...someone familiar. You furrowed your brows as Draco sneered "look its the Weasley twins". You couldn't help but shutter at those filthy pair of buggers.

"out of the way weasleys, abominations like you don't deserve to be in our presence" Draco scowled. You were for some reason torn between hexing them or waiting to see what happens.

You walked by Draco trying to be all proud looking. "Oi Fred look its weasel and his princess" Goerge Snickers.

That line "princess" made your blood boil. How dare he! No one refers to you that way. You grabbed your wand pointing it towards Fred's face. "Move it mudbloods" you scowled, Fred walked up to you chuckling. "Nah love I don't feel like it" he teased as Goerge grabs his wand.

Fred leans against the wall he was taller then you. "Oh shove off Weasley, you know you'll end up dead" you point your wand to his throat.

Fred suddenly mutters "now Goerge" as George shouts with his wand. "Toadicusopias" the green light hits your face as you grow wide eyed. "Merlin's beard, y/n are you alright" Draco shouts rushing to your side.

Goerge and Fred make a run for it "nice one Goerge" Fred high fives Goerge. Your face turned green and your eyes started to bulge. Draco looked shocked "Merlin y/n y-your face you looks like a toad".

You woke up as your face ached and head hurt. "Holy pixie dust your right" you felt the lumps, bumps and the slime coming from your face. Draco quickly rushes you to the nurse wing.

"don't worry y/n, I'll whip you up a potion" he runs while your face got worse. Madam pomfrey was tending some students leg when suddenly. "Oi you help please" he begged keeping your shoulder around him.

Pomfrey turns and screams "oh dear sweet Merlin y-your face" she covered her mouth. "Here quickly! Sit down" she rushes through the halls of the hospital wing.

After what felt like 5 hours you wake up. "ugh my head" you felt as though you had a throbbing headache. Draco left you a note reading:

"dear y/n

Sorry I couldn't stay for long, potter was coming down the hall and I had to leave. You'll understand pansy will visit you in the meantime.

You'll understand and forgive me once I win against those pair of mudbloods.

Sincerely,

Draco Malfoy".

You sigh letting your body fall against the pillow. He really couldn't let potter go for 5 minutes couldn't he. "What a prat!" You thought to yourself after getting hexed and he didn't even stay.

From the corner of the hospital wing you couldn't help but hear some footsteps. "pansy! Is that you" you shout as the footsteps became louder.

Someone peered around the corner looking confident. "WEASLEY!" you shout searching for your wand. Fred smirked holding it in his hands "lookin for this love" you sneered.

"give it back!" You stood your ground, blood boiling in a rage of fury. "No can do love, I'm enjoying teasing ya" he poked out his tounge.

Your cheeks puffed a deep red in anger similar to how Draco feels with potter. "Away with you Weasley, I can still hurt you" you grabbed a random pillow. Fred snickered "alright love C'mon then" he taunted you.

You rush towards fred with the pillow as he holds you in place. "We done here yet" he raises an eyebrow. You screamed in frustration "not until I see you rot Weasley" you swung the pillow to his face. You were stronger then you looked.

You pinned his body to a wall looking up into his brown eyes. He was oddly good-looking from his smile, to his eyes they were beautiful.

Fred couldn't help but taunt you further by grinning. "Can't get enough love hopefully the next hex will be worse" he hated slytherins to the core.

He wasn't kind to anyone that believes in pureblood supremacy. His father was bullied by the purebloods constantly. He was in favour of letting muggles be accepted into the ministry.

You hit Fred swiftly with a pillow. He fell with a thud something was begginning to brew between you two. There was a lustful attraction hidden within the Gryffindor prankster and the Slytherin queen.

Just as you blush from Fred's cheeky grin he did something unexpected. He presses his pale lips onto your soft ones "gah Merlin! what was that" you backed away.

Fred had no idea what happened. "Dear Merlin did you rub ammontia against yourself" he tried to get closer to you. You scowled "don't be rediculous as if I would ever think of you like that".

Fred shakes his head "than why did i-" he was confused himself. "You kissed me for the love of Merlin you kissed!" You screamed nearly wanting to wash your mouth out with soap.

You had to admit it was your first kiss and it wasn't that bad. Fred wasn't a bad looking guy and even if he were pure you would never think of doing that. "D'you have a crush on me y/n" he smirks teasing you.

You growl as he left the hospital wing from that night on you had no idea what happened. First you felt oddly attracted to him to then him kissing you lightly. It was like freaky Friday.

You sit on the bed hoping possibly one day you could see him again. Beileve it or not you were still high in your bielefs but that kiss was something. You couldn't tell Draco it would ruin your reputation. You decided it would be best to keep it on the down low for now.

Time passes by since you were in the hospital wing. You didn't really do much aside from the occasional classes and constant Draco shannigans. You were bored out of your mind and half the time when Fred came by you caught yourself staring at him.

Fred was busy with his friends possibly playing pranks or Merlin knows what. "is it so bad just once he pulled a prank on me" you muttered to yourself.

Pansy looked at you questioning "what?!? Who Weasley". You snapped realising what you said "I-i mean no! We need revenge". Pansy looked at you as if you came out of St Mungo's "alright". You close your eyes sighing getting up, you decided to confront Weasley about the situation.

You walked as fast as you could knocking into Fred on purpose so you could leave a note in his pocket. "oi slimy Slytherin watch where your goin" Goerge snapped at the Slytherin.

Fred didn't say anything but only feeling the paper after you ran off. It read:

"oi, Weasley come meet me by the black lake ~y/n"

Fred stared at the note in confusion and decided to run towards the meeting place. "Oi Fred where are ya going" Goerge shouts as Fred ignored him. "Sorry mate catch up without me" he kept bolting to the black lake.

Not long after you were by the black lake leaning against a tree. "Oi y/n whaddya want" Fred out of breath tries to speak. You roll your eyes "ugh must you be late" walking up to his hunched stature. Fred gets up and smiles "aw you couldn't wait to meet me~".

You blushed "sh-shut up" while you lightly punched his arm. "y-you know why I'm here" you couldn't help but stutter. Your cheeks were bright pink "i-that night when you, kissed me Weasley".

"oh is that what this is about well sorry, y/n" he threw his arms in the air. The red haired boy smiled goofily "you were quite good at it" he winked.

You sneered "knock it off Weasley" as you held his hand. You blushed even more realising you were touching him. "See you can't even keep your hands off me" Fred winked. You lightly furrow your brows and frustratingly kiss his cheek "listen Weasley tell no one of this".

Fred places a hand up to his pale cheek. "Fine y/n, I can play that game~" he kisses your lips.

The two of you shared a passionate kiss by the black lake surrounded by pine trees. Even if you both hate eachother love and attraction bloomed within it.

A relationship blooming within a queen and a prankster.

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years ago

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hi! hope you're having a great day. just dropping in to say I absolutely love your writings.

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have a great day. absolutely love your work <3

Thank you so much anon. Ngl since the moment I put out this list, I had been most excited to write this one out and I don't know how this one turned out.

Just petty things

Dialogue prompt- 15. You couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions | Fluff ( ig) | ENEMIES TO LOVERS |

"oh yeah, watch me malfoy " harry sneered taking the bottle of expensive champagne and pouring it down the drain with draco watching him with horror Struck upon his face

" oh, oops. Hope the bottle doesn't empties- oh wait- it already is empty " harry shook the bottle over draco's face in mockery

" you moron. It was fine champagne imported from France. Do you even know how much it costed ?" draco sneered at harry grabbing his wrists harshly

" what you gonna do about it? Ruin my food ? No wait, you actually already did that " Harry raised his eyebrows grinning viciously

Draco scowled at harry angrily before he jerked away Harry's hand's away.

" ruin my food one more time and I'll throw you out " harry threatened

Draco clenched his jaw angrily murdering harry inside his head..

" you wait and watch " draco challenged harry before he storming back to his room.

" oh yeah. I am sure I can handle you " harry yelled.

Draco turned around dramatically, his face red from all the anger " you couldn't handle me even if I came with instructions " he yelled and slammed his bedroom door shut.

Harry too stormed away in his room slamming the door after him, angrily. Bless those door hinges.

Despite the rivarly dying out ages ago and the reconciliation followed after that, they still annoyed the living death out of each other with petty fights almost everyday. Originally the apartment is Harry's but after Blaise had came to live with him, it partially became his until the moment Blaise wanted to settle down and move in with his girlfriend. So being the nice flatmate he was he got harry an anonymous partner who by claims had been extremely nice, organised, clean and a great friend. Of course Blaise didn't mention " also your childhood enemy " or he necessarily didn't. Either way it didn't work out of course but since the rent act started stirring up in the public, it became Incredibly hard for draco to find another apartment and now here they were, 2 months in living together, messing each other's daily life and petty fighting.

" I'm telling you Blaise, he drive's me nuts " harry groaned as he pointed at Draco.

" oh I drive you nuts, excuse me, you drained my entire fucking bottle of champagne, of course I'll drive you nuts " draco narrowed his eyes at harry.

" you Drained his bottle of champagne ?" Blaise asked harry with an amused reaction sitting on the centre couch.

" well- he- he cut all my avocados, scooped out the insides of it and left the seed and not only that, he added Scotch to my lasagna " harry accusing-ly pointed his finger at draco.

" you did that ?" Blaise laughed looking at Draco

" Blaiseee " harry sternly voiced

" oh, no you're Right. Of course, you shouldn't had done that no matter how good it actually was,you shouldn't had. You know he loves avocados " Blaise nodded.

" but-"

" no really draco. I mean it. He's very serious about his food, even when I lived with him " Blaise added

" I need him out of here " harry added

" what ? You can't do that-"

" I can, if you're forgetting this apartment is originally mine " harry interjected draco.

" okay, whoa whoa, calm down. Nobody's getting thrown out alright. Just take a deep breath and we'll talk about this- well your differences alright "

" you know it's all your fault. You should've never bought a flatmate without asking me "

" me? I thought I was helping you out " Blaise defended himself

" well clearly not " harry shook his eyes head with wide eyes, crossing his arms over his front.

Blaise huffed a breath gulping down the rest of his coffee and turned to draco.

" you want to move out ?"

" what- no. I mean yes I don't want to live with him but I don't want move out " draco replied furrowing his eyebrows.

" see, Harry, he doesn't want to move out-"

" he's doesn't want to live with me Blaise. Clearly we're on the same side " harry faked a smile at draco.

Blaise looked up at the ceiling in annoyance before he got up from the couch to make his point " do you both realise you're adult's. Because it seems otherwise. I'm tired of listening to your petty fights and the pranks and the revenge. Why can't you two just like normal civil people? I thought you both had reconciled "

" look I know it's hard for both of you but you guys are the most incredible flatmates I've ever had alright and I know you two are better than this. So please, just please starting acting like you're actually 22 and if you can't be around each other then just- just ignore another alright. Don't talk " Blaise raised his eyebrows waiting for a reply before harry did

" I can work with not talking " harry mumbled.

" I'm good at ignoring " draco mumbled too.

" see, now that's the spirit. Now I have to go,I have a lunch with Sophie's parents, can I trust the two of you to not get involved into another fight ?" Blaise asked with raised eyebrows.

" good " he huffed when neither replied and took his jacket and decided to walk out with harry and draco following after him.

" just " he breathed " be nice to each other alright. You don't even have to talk "

" we can handle ourselves. We're not kids " draco rolled his eyes

Blaise opened his mouth to say something but shut it right off and gave draco a firm smile and left, with almost zero hope that it worked out.

Well it only worked partially. They ignored each other of course but still couldn't bear the thought of the other, which was somehow a progress and Blaise was rather proud because for the first time in 2 months they didn't wanted to kill each other.

Or so he thought thing's were better until a week later when Draco found harry making out with someone on the couch in the living room. Well he was decent enough not to shout till the date left.

" I sleep on that couch sometimes " draco disgustingly said as a shiver ran down his spine.

" well that's your problem. You have perfect bedroom for sleeping " harry rolled his eyes opening the water bottle and drinking from it..

" I don't care, the couch is off limits " draco snapped

"you don't tell me what is off limits and what's not-"

" i sure can. This is as much as of an apartment as much as its your " draco threw at harry.

" well this is my house, I can kiss anyone I want, wherever I want and whenever I want and you cannot boss me " harry Snapped back stepping closer to draco to make his glaring more threatening.

Draco flared as he stepped closer " you can not "

" yes I can " harry titled his head

" you cannot " draco widened his eyes

" what you gonna do about it ?" Harry egged him on.

Draco breathed sharply before he stepped back throwing his hands in the air " I can't believe you. You think this, everything is yours. Why am I be surprised though, it has Always been yours , hasn't it. Oh I'm harry potter, the world is all mine, I am praised everywhere I go with posters still upon the wall with my huge fanbase and everybody gushing over me. I'm so great, I'm brilliant. Maybe I should get a pedestal to stand on, oh wait I already built myself one " draco shouted

Harry crushed the bottle in his hand before he jerked forward grabbing draco by his collar " you- fucking- asshole. You take that back "

" oh I'm sorry did that hurt you? I won't take it back, you wanna punch me for that " draco asked raised his eyebrows, his hands steady by his sides

" you do not fucking know anything about my life. I'm giving you a warning to shut up-"

" or what? You're gonna punch me, as if you have the guts " draco sneered

" don't tempt me malfoy-"

" oh, I am scared. Save it potter. You can never punch me " draco narrowed his eyes at harry

Harry heaved heavily as he grabbed onto draco's collar tighter but didn't make a move to actually punch him, though his anger was getting out of control.

" you know what, you were better before I got you out of prison. Should've left you there to die " harry didn't mean to say it out loud but he did and it took him exactly a second to realise what had he done and regret immediately flooded in him as he saw draco's lip twitch and the look of pain crossing his features.

" you're right. You should've left me there to die " draco Snapped before he jerked away from harry easily as he had loosened his grip and stormed out of the apartment taking his coat with him.

Harry huffed in annoyance, rubbing his hand over his face, swearing in himself and kicking the chair nearby in guilt and anger.

Despite living in the same apartment, harry didn't see draco at all for at least a week or more until harry was returning very late from work and wanted to silently sneak in after having thought the entire way back home how to makeup to draco when he realised he didn't had to when he saw draco sitting in the balcony with all the door's open..

" you could've at least shut the door. The entrie apartment will be cold now " harry cautiously said as he approached draco and Stood by the door.

Draco sniffed Before he mumbled a soft Apology and within a second harry realised something was wrong and went into the balcony where draco was now standing.

" hey, you alright ?" Harry asked as he carefully placed his palm over Harry's shoulder

" yeah- just something at work " draco mumbled turning away from harry.

" hey hey hey, it's alright, you can talk to me if you want"

" yeah like you'd want to listen " draco scoffed dabbing his face with a tissue.

" of couse I will. Why wouldn't I ?" Harry asked frowning.

" why would you ?" Draco questioned back

" well- i- because I do care and there shouldn't be a reason why not to " harry raised his shoulder before dropping again.

Draco looked at him for a moment before he looked away, chewing the insides of his cheeks.

" you don't have to. I understand. I just want you to know I'm here " harry said softly tilting his head so he knew Draco saw him through the corner of his eyes.

Harry Stood with him for a few minutes in silence until he understood that perhaps he wanted to be alone and decided to step back inside.

" I lied "

" what do you mean you lied ?" Harry asked as he turned around and stood next to draco again with his hands on the railings, watching him..

" I lied about what upset me. It's not my work. It's my parents " draco side glancing at harry.

" oh " harry Only replied

" they sent me a letter that they took down my name from the final will. So I'm well not going to get the manor "

" so you were crying because you don't get the manor ?" Harry pursed his lips to control the little laugh wanting to escape his lips.

Draco shook his head, in " I can't believe I even tried " and he stepped off the balcony to go back inside

" I'm kidding, obviously " harry stopped him, holding out his wrist from going.

" just trying to lighten your mood " harry shrugged. Draco looked at him nonchalantly for a moment before breathing out and standing next to harry again.

"so they took your name off the will ? What else ?" Harry asked as he leaned on the railing watching draco.

" it's-" he breathed " it's not about the manor or any other thing. I stopped caring about that a long time ago, it's just, after all this time I thought they'd accept me. And-" he bit the inside of his lip, closing his eyes " they still don't "

Harry's gaze softened and he spoke up " they probably never will and you'll have to live with it even if it's hard "

" I know but it's just- their acceptance matters the most to me even if I don't say it out loud but It hurts sometimes knowing that I can't stop caring. First they abandoned me, then disowned me from the joint account at gringotts, sold the cottage house under my name and the last thing I had left- they took my name off that. It's like they're doing everything possible to make it believable that I- I just- never existed , like simply erasing it " draco's eyes sparkled with tears and harry watched as draco tore down his walls unknowingly and only then harry approached a simple physical touch of holding his hand over the railing.

" your existence is with you draco. They're all just papers. Your life or your name or anything about you isn't decided by a piece of paper. Hell I'm the hottest bisexual in Britain by the witch weekly and I can bet my ass that I've seen hotter but it's just a paper "

Draco chuckled and harry gave him a smile.

" I know it upsets you and I understand what losing a family is like but you can always create your own family " harry contagiously smiled

" I'm gay potter " draco rolled his eyes with a smile.

" not the actual reproduced family. I mean your friends, they can be your family. It's time you choose your family, who doesn't take away a manor from you "

Draco smiled softly " but it still hurts"

Harry stepped closer to him looking him in the eye " it always will, but one day you're going to look at the whole thing and be like I still have a family and much better one infact"

" you really think so ?" Draco asked

" I know so " harry whispered smiling.

They stared at each other long enough until they realised how close they had been standing in that small balcony and harry cleared his throat to break the moment of unusual staring.

" you wanna stay out here for a while. I'll grab the blankets?" He asked

Draco opened his mouth to deny but instead he nodded with a smile and harry quickly went in to fetch the blankets and pillows with something to eat and joined draco back in the balcony..

" wait, you just came back from work, aren't you tired ?" Draco finally asked

Harry shook his head shrugging " I'm good " and they settled into the area with his back supported on the glass, sitting close enough..

" you're not always an asshole then " draco teased as they opened the packet of chips and sipped some butter beer..

Harry chuckled " well yeah " and he took some chips from the packet.

After moments of eating in silence draco finally turned to harry again and mumbled a small thanks.

" you don't have to thank me" harry replied looking back at Draco and keeping his gaze still at him.

" listen I'm sorry about the other day. I was just angry and you sort of boiled me a little and it just-"

" it's alright. I forgive you " draco gave harry a tender side smile and harry smiled back equally tender.

" can I kiss you ?" Draco asked after having stared at each other long enough to know that kissing was what was left.

" do you really want to ?" Harry asked looking at Draco's lips wanting to do the same.

" yes " draco mumbled as he leaned closer to harry.

" this changes everything draco" harry whispered when they were Only an inch apart, breathing in small breaths..

" I know. I want to " draco mumbled..

Harry bought his hands to draco's face, stroking his cheeks " are you absolutely sure ? I don't want you to regret this next morning "

" will you ?" Draco asked looking in Harry's eyes as a confirmation.

" I won't " harry replied as his heart beat More loudly.

" I won't either " draco mumbled and before Harry could've further asked anything else, he kissed him over the lips, sweet and slow at first then escalating to it becoming a need, leaving them both panting.

" you really are sure ?" Harry panted as they separated for air..

Draco rolled his eyes straddling harry, cupping his face " you ask me one more time and I'll make you question your entire life harry" and he kissed harry again tugging at his hair as harry encircled his arms around Draco's Waist pulling him closer, leaning his head upwards to kiss him more thoroughly..

And they remained there as Long as the night was still young, kissing each other, panting each other's breath, fighting for air, for Dominance and moaning. Just there, in the moment.

I understand I didn't necessarily made harry and draco already having feelings for each other but it seemed nice for a change to go with their flow.

(I don't know if literally anyone notices but my writing style varies a lot, personally not liking recently what I've been writing tho )

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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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Transfer Student | Draco x Reader

Prompt: After transferring from Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to Hogwarts, all of Hogwarts’ eyes is on the new girl. An American Gryffindor? Everyone wants to be your friend, steal a glance from you, or ask you on a date. Can Draco resist the hype or will he end up all for the new girl?

Warnings: None! Just some fluff and longing looks from bitch boy Malfoy

Word Count: 3.4k

A/N: My requests box is very full oh my LORD. I’m trying to churn them out as consistency as possible, so if I skip a day with no imagines, it’s mostly for me to take a breather and catch up on my actual work for my job and school.

America was home, no matter where you were in the world. You grew up an American and lived your life with that culture and their customs. Going to school at Ilvermorny was a treat. Tucked away in the mountains in Massachusetts, it was your happy place, full of other kids from across America, studying magic. But things changed drastically when your father was offered a position at the Ministry of Magic overseas in London. Your parents were thrilled, a prestigious job in a new country; your father accepted the position, no question. You on the other hand were more nervous than anything. Moving meant new school, new friends, new start. Not to mention, if you moved within the country, you would still attend Ilvermorny. But now that you were moving overseas, it really meant a new start with a whole different school with a whole different body of students.

Your mother was insistent that you would be just fine starting at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. “Mom,” you insist, “I’m an American among a sea of people from the UK. I’m going to be a fish out of water. They’ll know the moment I open up my mouth!”

But there was no changing their minds. You were moving to London whether you liked it or not. So you had to say goodbye to all of your friends at Ilvermorny. Although you expressed your anxieties about moving and switching schools, the rest of your friends were jealous of your move. Saying how London was a beautiful city and they were so jealous of all the culture and events happening. It did seem exciting, you always wanted to visit Europe, but not like this.

Soon enough, you were on a plane to London from America, your things packed up and ready to ship you off to Hogwarts. When you arrived, your heart raced with excitement and nerves. London was a little grey and stormy, but it was still beautiful. People most melodically and dressed neatly. Men in suits, carrying around briefcases, heads tilted down as they ran to work. Women dressed cleanly and beautifully, walking to work, in and out of shoppes. Your mother gave your hand a squeeze as your father insisted you took the Tube to your new home.

London was very different from your hometown. Much more hustle and bustle with busy people, but its people were much kinder than Americans. Strangers offered you small smiles as you looked at your surroundings. As you arrived to your new home, you couldn’t help but feel out of place. Everything was different. Even the oven. You couldn’t think about how long it was going to take to get you adjusted to this life. You drag your suitcases into your room, flipping open the latches. “Don’t bother unpacking, honey,” your mom calls. “You leave for Hogwarts tomorrow, remember?”

Your stomach sinks. You couldn’t even get used to your new home because tomorrow you had to get used to your new life at Hogwarts.

The next morning, you arrived at the train station, confused as ever. Your mom and dad walked with you through the station, interrogating you on what to tell the Professors when they asked for your information at arrival. “My name is (Y/N), I’m the transfer student from Ilvermorny, I’m going to be a junior,” you start.

“You’re a sixth year student,” your father corrects. You look at him, confused. “The education system here is different, sweetie. You’ll technically be going into year six at Hogwarts.”

Sighing, you know that this was going to take some getting used to.

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You watched your parents wave goodbye to you, your mother with tears in her eyes. Your heart drops, not wanting to leave your parents to go off to somewhere that was completely foreign to you. As the view of your parents fades, you walk through the train, looking for an empty stall to sit. People sat with groups of friends, laughing, picking up right where they left off. Why couldn’t you have been a first year student? This would have made things so much easier. As a sixth year, everyone had friend groups and you would have to wiggle your way into one.

Finally, you find an empty car and plop yourself down on the seat, laying your head back. Here’s to the start of a miserable year, you think to yourself. You play with the charm bracelet on your wrist that your mother gave to you when you started school at Ilvermorny. The bracelet had a Thunderbird charm on it, the mascot of your house at Ilvermorny, and the same house as you parents. You were a proud Thunderbird, but now you had to be sorted into a new house with a new breed of people. You only hoped that whichever house you were sorted into had the same type of people as Thunderbird did.

As you mindlessly play with the charms on your bracelet, the car that you sat in’s doors slid open. “Are you alone?” a blonde haired girl asks you, noticing you amongst the chaos of the cars around you. “Would you like some company?”

“That would be nice, actually,” you offer her a thankful smile.

The blonde haired girl sits down in the booth across from you, pushing all of her thick hair to one shoulder. “Your accent,” she notices, her eyes widening. “It’s American,” her dainty English accent points out as you blush in embarrassment. “It’s lovely.” You slightly smile and blush, silently thanking her. “Are you a transfer student from Ilvermorny?”

You nod, “Yeah, actually. My name is (Y/N), by the way. I’m a jun-I mean a sixth year student.”

“I’m Luna,” she shakes your hand politely. “I also a sixth year. Look! You’ve only been here for five minutes and you’ve already made a friend in your year!” Your heart swell at the word friend. At least you at Luna to tag along with. The two of you talk for a while, you telling her about America and why your family moved to England, confiding in her about your nervousness about the new school and making new friends. “I’m sure you’ll have no trouble making friends, (Y/N). Everyone at Hogwarts is very friendly. Besides, once you get sorted into your house you’ll make a ton of friends that way!” Your stomach churns. “Do you reckon what house you’ll be sorted into?”

Shaking your head, you reply, “Nope. Back at Ilvermorny I was a Thunderbird. But I don’t know if that means I’ll get sorted into a specific house at Hogwarts.” You reach into your backpack and pull out a pack of Fruit Roll Ups. “Want one?” you open the box to her as she gives you a hesitant look. “It’s good I promise,” you giggle. “If you don’t like it, you can force me to eat a gross British snack,” you tempt as she laughs before taking one from the box.

The two of you sit in the car, peeling open your Fruit Roll Ups, munching on the sticky snack. As you laugh at Luna getting it stuck in her teeth, another person comes to the car door, sliding open, making you yelp out scared, them surprising you. “What’s that?” the red headed boy asks, referring to the snack you munch on. You just look at him, bewildered that he just burst through, no introduction, no hello, no nothing. “Oh, hi Luna,” he smiles as Luna waves. The red headed boy looks at you. “You’re new,” he states as if you didn’t know. “I’m Ron Weasley,” he smiles at you warmly, making every bad thought about him leave your mind.

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you reply before tossing the ginger a Fruit Roll Up. He catches it, eyes wide with excitement as he tears it open.

Ron sits next to Luna as he peels his Roll Up. “Your accent. You’re an American,” he points out as he looks to Luna who smiles sweetly.

You tease, “Really? I didn’t notice.” This makes Ron let out a chuckle before eating his Fruit Roll Up in two bites. “I’m a transfer from Ilvermorny.”

“Ron! Where did you go?” a voice calls from the hall. Suddenly, a girl with brown hair, wrapped in a stripped cardigan appears with a worried look on her face. It instantly relaxes when she sees Ron sitting next to Luna and you, wrappers in his hand from the Fruit Roll Up. “Ron, you can’t just interrupt two people’s conversation and then eat their snacks.”

Ron puts his hands up in defense. “She offered it to me!”

The girl rolls her eyes at his antics before walking into your car. The booth was getting awfully full very quickly. “I’m sorry about him. He has the mental capacity of a teaspoon,” she says, making Ron let out an offended hey! “I’m Hermione Granger. You are?”

You shake her extended hand with a smile. “(Y/N), I’m a transfer student fr-”

“Ilvermorny! I heard we were getting an American, but I didn’t believe it! Wow! It’s so nice to meet you,” she exclaims, scooting closer next to you. “Are you excited to be here? Which house do you think you’ll be sorted into? From what I’ve heard about you, you were a Thunderbird, correct? I reckon you’ll be a Gryffindor by the looks of it,” Hermione fires away. You were little taken aback by how forward she was, but you had to admit it was sweet.

All of your fears of not being able to make any friends slowly faded away.

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It has been a week since you arrived at Hogwarts. As Hermione had predicted, you were sorted into Gryffindor, making her cheer out in delight. “Yay! More girls!” she hugged you tight when you entered the Gryffindor common room. “They can be much,” she refers to Harry and Ron behind her with a little giggle.

You had to say so far, you adjusted well to Hogwarts. You did miss your friends back home, but whenever you started to miss them, you found Hermione or Luna and they would always cheer you up and make you feel right back at home. Your classes were interesting, but hard at Hogwarts. Your Professors were all brilliant, some more intimidating than others. Regardless, you worked hard for your grades, doing study groups with Hermione, quizzing yourself with Luna, and spending countless nights in the library.

However, much to your surprise, you were the talk of the halls at Hogwarts. Whenever you were in the hallways, you would feel people’s eyes on you as you walked beside Luna, whispers throwing your name around. Your anxiety grew. What did people think of you? Did they think you were strange? Did they hate that an American was in the school?

It was actually quite the opposite. People were fascinated by you and how charismatic you were. You were kind to everyone, offering people smiles, making conversation in the Great Hall during meals, offering help with studying. You were the it girl of Hogwarts.

That was a new concept for you since you always blended in at Ilvermorny. Maybe it was time for a change. You were getting invited to parties, asked to hang out on weekends in Hogsmeade, and not to mention, you were a few people’s crushes. “Hi (Y/N),” Seamus waved at you with a shy smile.

“Hey, Seamus,” you smile back, brightly, unaware of his blossoming crush on you. His cheeks turned beet red as you wiggled your fingers back at him. Hermione laughs next to you as a bunch of Gryffindor boys in your year watch you walk down the hall, you tossing your hair over your shoulder. “What’s so funny, Granger?” you ask, pushing her shoulder lightly. “Is it so strange that I say hi to everyone in the halls?”

She just shakes her head. “Are you that blind?” she laughs. “(Y/N), nearly every boy in our year fancies you.” You furrow your brows. Hermione groans, knowing you didn’t understand her slang. “The boys all think you’re cute. They’ve got crushes on you.”

Rolling your eyes is disbelief, you enter your History of Magic class. “Yeah, right, Hermione. The day everyone has a crush on me is the day pigs fly,” you plop down in your chair, grabbing your book out of your satchel. “Besides, I’m sure it’s just the new girl crush. It’ll be over within the next week, I’m sure of it.”

Hermione looks at you knowingly. “(Y/N), you’ve been here for two months now.” You just ignore her comment and continue getting ready to take notes for class. “There’s no denying that you are the popular girl,” she teases you as you fake gag. “I’m serious. I dare you to flirt with anyone in here and see their reaction,” she whispers to you.

You look around the room to see who would be the person most likely to shoot you down if you flirted with them. Two desks over was Blaise Zabini sat next to Draco Malfoy. You smirked and nudged Hermione as if to say watch this. “Blaise?” you ask, his head shooting up to look at you. “I think I forgot my quill. Do you have one I could borrow?” you bat your eyes at him.

A cheeky grin comes across his face as he hands you the one in his hand. “Forgetful today?” he smirks as you giggle. “You can borrow my quill any day,” he winks at you as Hermione fake gags, making Zabini rolls his eyes.

“Why don’t you ask Granger for one next time? The mudblood is always prepared,” Draco speaks from behind Zabini.

Anger rises in your chest as Malfoy laughs about your best friend. “Why don’t you just keep your fat trap shut and cry to daddy about how much you hate this school, Malfoy? No one wants to hear it out of you, least of all me,” you spit before turning away to do your work. Hermione smiles as you, squeezing your hand. “See? Malfoy doesn’t have a crush on me!” you tell her, making her laugh.

Meanwhile, Draco glares at Zabini. “Don’t tell me you fancy the American girl too.” Zabini keeps his mouth shut, knowing what’s best for him. “What is everyone’s obsession with her? She’s American, not from outer space.”

Blaise shakes his head. “Come on, Malfoy. She’s proper fit, isn’t she? Not to mention, she’s quite cheeky and has good banter.”

Draco just slaps Blaise upside the head. “Oh, please,” he huffs. “There’s plenty of girls like that in this school. She’s not the only one.”

Throughout class Draco thinks to himself about what the entirety of Hogwarts’ student body saw in you. He ignored the lecture going on in the front of the classroom and dreamily watched you during class. You sat there, biting down on your lower lip gently in concentration, scribbling down notes as your nose scrunched up when a question came to mind. He could see the wheels churning in your head when you asked a question and then the lightbulb flick on when it was answered and it made sense. You let a small dance play on your lips when you answered a question correctly faster than Hermione. You hair flopped on head perfect as you pushed strands back as they fell. Your eyes twinkled with curiosity and playfulness like a child. Draco’s heart thumped a little louder when you let out a giggle when the professor made an awful joke. His heart nearly stopped when you looked over at him and caught his gaze, your cheeks taking a rosy hue as you looked away shyly. Draco didn’t look away for a second. He wanted you to know he was observing you. Shit, he silently thought as he felt his heart rate pick up when you sent a cheeky wink his way. He was caught.

You left class that day, a little pep in your step. You didn’t think much about people having a crush on you, but something about Draco Malfoy staring at you during class made you giggly. “What are you on about?” Hermione pokes your side. “I know you aren’t happy about that lecture, so spill.”

“Nothing,” you smile as you walk down the hall. “Can’t I just be happy?”

Hermione rolls her eyes. She had a feeling she knew what was happen, but rather than embarrass you about it, she kept to herself. “Alright,” she sing-songs.

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The more time passed the more Draco found himself thinking about you and itching to get to class just so he could tune the professor out at steal longing glances at you. Sometimes you would catch him as he sent a little wink your way as you blushed. Sometimes he would catch you staring at him which gave him way too much satisfaction of knowing you liked him just as much as he liked you.

You had no problem talking to boys, but Draco was different. You didn’t talk to him much because you were too scared you were going to embarrass yourself in front of him.

But Draco on the other hand found any excuse to walk right up to you in the halls and strike up conversation. He would see you walk down the hall, his eyes zeroing in on, dismissing his friend group as he made his way up to you. He didn’t care who you were with whether it was Luna or Hermione. Draco just slid himself next to you with a sly, “Where are you off to, American girl?”

You did not try to stop the blush from appearing on your cheeks. “What’s it to you, Malfoy?” you tease as he laughs.

“I’d walk you there if you let me,” he suggested as you glanced to Luna or Hermione as they would fall behind to walk to class with Ron or Harry. “Ah, alone at last,” he’d tease as your friend walked away, earning a teasingly slap from you. “Don’t worry, I won’t try and pull anything on you.”

As you sat in another class of History of Magic, you doodled in your notebook. When the professor turned his back to write on the chalkboard, you see a small origami dove fly over to your desk. Curiosity gets the best of you as you peel it open to see a little note scribbled on the inside.

American Girl,

I need to ask you a very important question.

You look to your left to see Draco staring straight ahead at the board, but his eyes look towards you with a sneaky smile on his lips. You shake your head, a grin teasing your lips as you write back, And what would that be, Mr. Malfoy?

When the professor turns back around, you send the note back to him. You watch him scribble for a while, your curiosity eating away inside of you. Finally, he folds the note back up and send it your way quickly.

The note lands back on your desk as you ravenously open it, dying to know what the question was.

You. Me. Hogsmeade. This Saturday.

Your heart flutters and you want to giggle, but you hide your smile and scribble back coyly, That’s not a question, Malfoy.

Again, you send it back his way, watching him open it as you bite your lip to contain your smile as you pretend to pay attention to the class. From your peripheral vision, you watch him scribble back. The note lands back on your desk and you let it sit there for a second, making Malfoy sweat. You let a solid ten seconds pass before looking at the note, pretending to be shocked to see it on your desk, before peeling it open slowly as Malfoy lightly laughs, watching you do so.

So it that a yes?

You smile and write out as slowly as you possibly can. It’s a yes.

The note makes its way back to Draco’s desk as he catches it from the air, ripping it open. He smiles impossibly wider and laughs a “yes,” a little too loud for your professor to hear.

“Mr. Malfoy? Would you like to share something with the class?” your Professor asks.

Draco realizes that everyone’s eyes on him, including you as a deep shade of pink rises to your cheeks. Draco sends you a wink before standing up from his seat, your heart beating fast. What is he doing? “Actually, yes,” he retorts. “I’ve got a date with the new girl,” he declares. Girls all turn to you before immediately whispering to those around them as some boys groan and others cheer Malfoy on.

You just sit there, blushing like a fool. Hermione grabs your arm. “No way,” she speaks.

“You better believe it,” you whisper, eyes not leaving Draco’s as Zabini high fives him. Saturday could not come quicker.

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alindakb · 2 years ago

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Life Without Hope - Chapter 7.2

Vials with Draught of Living Death stand on the desk. The Dark Lord picks them up one by one to examine them. They are of a light quality. Draco doesn’t have it in him anymore to create the potent stuff. It will be too tempting to ingest it as soon as it’s done. Falling asleep to never wake up sounds like a dream come true.

“And the other potion?” the Dark Lord asks.

Draco turns his wedding ring around his finger. He stares at the gold band and wonders if he should lie. Only that won’t change the rift that has formed between him and Pansy. He won’t get his friend back by killing his mother.

“It’s coming along, my Lord,” Draco answers.

“Good,” the Dark Lord says.

His red eyes are fixed on Draco. Will this be used to torture him even more? Does the Dark Lord do this to taunt him? Draco needs to know. Even if it means his mother will suffer for it.

“Can I ask, who it’s for?” Draco asks.

A creepy smile grows on the Dark Lords’ face. “I’m still deciding,” he says. “But as you asked. I’ve always thought that your aunt would produce me some offspring. A young one to call mine, someone to rule this world with. Someone worthy and powerful. Someone like me.”

Draco swallows in relief. The potion won’t be for Pansy. There is no way that the Dark Lord would use her to create offspring for himself. And who would have thought this possible? The Dark Lord wants a child. Something to ruin and destroy from day one. That child will never know happiness, not with a father that won’t be able to love him.

“But as it turns out, your aunt can’t mother any children,” the Dark Lord continues. “Which is a shame if you ask me. She has a brilliant mind.”

That is one way of looking at it. Maybe Bellatrix is brilliant in her special way. Draco only wouldn’t describe it that way. Sick and messed up come closer if you ask him.

“But then there is you,” the Dark Lord says.

“Me, my Lord?” Draco asks. His hand trembles as the implementation settles in his mind. Draco’s heard about it. There are ancient stories of wizards bearing a child. But Draco always believed them to be legends. And even if they were true, you need a powerful and strong wizard to pull that off. And Draco is neither of those.

“Yes, Draco,” the Dark Lord says as he takes a step closer to Draco. “Maybe that will convince you that it’s a good thing that I’m your master.”

Draco shakes his head. “You will never be my master,” he says.

The Dark Lord laughs. “You’re a strange one, Draco,” he says. “Do you truly want your mother to die that badly?”

“No, my Lord,” Draco answers. He should learn to hold his tongue. But as time continues in this darkness, it seems to matter less each day. Draco has already lost everything he cared for. The love of his life, his mentor, his best friend, his partner in crime. What would it matter if he also lost his mother? At least she won’t suffer for his mistakes anymore.

“I have researched the possibilities,” the Dark Lord says. “And to make sure I have a powerful and capable child to rule with me, I think you will be my best option. The man that killed Dumbledore will be powerful enough to carry this through.”

With that, he waves at the door. Draco is dismissed. With heavy feet, Draco moves out of the office. He can’t believe he’s brewing the potion for himself. He will be the one that will be forced to carry the Dark Lord’s child. Lucius will be so proud. Narcissa will get the grandchild she always wanted. And if Draco fails to carry it through. If he would lose the child his mother will suffer for it. Draco has no choice. He has to commit to this, more so than the Dark Lord himself. Draco will have to investigate what else he will need. The potion to get him pregnant won’t be enough. His magic will have to be prompted to grow a womb, and to create everything needed for him to carry a child.

The library is silent when Draco enters it. Not a lot of people use it. Lucius is sometimes here, but not as often as he used to. The Dark Lord sends Lucius out on missions that take days. The bond between them has never healed after Lucius' failures when the Dark Lord returned. And that angers Lucius, fuels the hate that he has for Draco.

Draco walks to the back of the library and searches for the old tomes about the subject at hand. The legends about men carrying a child to make sure the bloodline doesn’t die out when a suitable wife couldn’t be found, or when she had passed before producing a son. Maybe they will hold keys to what Draco can expect. And what he will need when the potion he’s brewing is done.

“The Dark Lord says I’m not allowed to visit you anymore,” Rodolphus says. Draco hadn’t seen him, hasn’t heard him come in.

“And now I understand,” Rodolphus continues. He takes the book that Draco is holding. “He’s choosing you over Bellatrix.”

“I guess he is,” Draco says. He tries not to think about how much Bellatrix will hate him for it. The coming months won’t be easy. And once the baby will be born, Draco will have to hide. Bellatrix will want to take her revenge. She will kill him slowly, just to teach him to not touch her man. Well, at least then Draco won’t have to watch how the Dark Lord will destroy his child.

He will have a child. Some little creature that will need him to show him what is right and good. He can’t have Bellatrix destroy him once the child is born. He needs to stay alive if it ever comes that far. He will tell the child all about Harry and how he was good. The child will know the difference between right and wrong. The Dark Lord won’t have the little copy of himself he wants, he will get a child that will know that the Dark Lord is a monster. Won’t that be the perfect revenge for what the Dark Lord has done?

“I will miss our private moments,” Rodolphus says. “I do enjoy watching you cry.��

Draco can’t say he feels the same. He will be glad he won’t have to endure those moments anymore. But that is all he will enjoy. It will be hell. He’s not made to carry a child. It makes no sense that the Dark Lord wants Draco to father his child. Draco is just a silly little boy who’s stuck. He’s nothing special. So why does the Dark Lord want him?

Rodolphus places the book back on the shelve. His finger slides over Draco’s cheek. “You could cry for me now, just one last time.”

“I prefer not,” Draco answers. Not that it matters. Rodolphus will take him if he wants to. There is nothing that Draco can do to stop him.

The books on the shelves tremble on the shelves as Rodolphus lets his hand slide over Draco’s arm.

“If you only knew how powerful you are,” Rodolphus says. “And how sexy that makes you.”

“I’m not powerful,” Draco says. There is nothing powerful about Draco. He’s a coward and a fool. A toy for the Dark Lord to play with. For as long as Narcissa is still alive. And then Draco will brew his best Draught of Living Death and take a sip large enough to end his life. He only hopes that day comes before this child will be born. So he can finally escape this living hell.

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#drarry #life without hope #draco malfoy #voldemort #mpreg #rodolphus lestrange #grief #suicidal thoughts #implied noncon

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sentfromwolves · 2 years ago

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Aries, Draco, Hydra, Libra 👀👀👀👀 for birthright/eae

✧ Aries: Share a line that you’re proud of!

UHHH UH UHHHHHDFJDNFKDNF

I am free. The thought is so strange and foreign that I don’t think it’s mine. It repeats itself over and over again in my head. I’m free, I’m free, I’m free. Free from what? I’m not sure. Astoria House. My family. That infernal name my mother gave me first before anyone else: Starless. Out here, I am nothing. Not a Polaris child to be hunted as a consolation prize by spurned suitors, a doe in the jaws of a wolf in the shape of a man. Not a mother’s least favorite daughter, or a father’s forgotten child. I am nothing at all. Just a girl. I could do anything with that.

✧ Draco: Who’s your favorite character to write?

Exempting Aurora since I answered that for the other ask I got with this one in it, I think my SECOND favorite character and also NON-POV character to write would be (shoves atticus out of the way and puts saros in his place) THIS GUY!!!

Seriously though, I think Saros is really cool. You know of his history and evolution, but I think his nuance as a king of a realm that is viewed by outsiders as the ultimate deceitful space and a place full of trickery when the true challenge is overcoming the distortion and lies that are set forth by one's own heart to reveal the truth of the realm around them is really fascinating. I think he himself is fascinating because he puts on airs as a theatrical, kind of charlatan ruler who is also just very, VERY keen on everything going on around him.

I think it would be fascinating honestly to have him and Hyperion meet.

✧ Hydra: Tell us why you love your project.

soft...gorls.....big....men,.... NO IM JUST KIDDING idk man... I really love Birthright for a boat load of reasons. I love the celestial nature of it, the soft fantasy worldbuilding I've put into it that still feels like a full bodied creature (or at least becoming more and more that way over time). I love Aurora being a soft protagonist whose growth is so internal to her own sense of self and identity at first. I love how Atticus grows because of Aurora, that he wants to become a better man for her and how her actions do truly affect him. I also love the Planetary Heirs and the possibilities of this wips future--there's a ton I can build out with it and I'm just excited to splash around in my little pool of Birthright/EAE.

✧ Libra: Which relationship dynamic do you enjoy writing the most?

I also already answered this with (checks notes from five minutes ago) Aurora and Atticus, but I'm glad to give me SECOND favorite relationship dynamic which is probably going to Diana and Aurora as I get deeper into the weeds with them in the later spots in the book. I love how they create intricate foils of one another--Aurora who wishes she had Diana's natural charisma and power, and Diana who wishes they had Aurora's freedom. They are the two Polaris children with titles - The North Star and Starless respectively - and while there is unspoken envy between them, there is also incredible devotion and love (moreso evident with Aurora for how she wears herself and her heart on her sleeve) but also Diana, who for all their bitter and jaded attitude and antagonistic actions, truly does try at the end to tempt Aurora to stay with them in Alexandria and join them in running and leaving Adrien behind. I'm really excited to get more into them as the series progresses!!

#game train #gt: birthright #thank u sm for these #i really had a lot of fun answering them ;;; <3 #ilu cat

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nova-is-a-writer-now · 4 years ago

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Heaven Sent

[[Draco x Reader]]

Summary: Draco and a golden trio’s friend against all odds become very close. When you take a very dangerous part in one of the Triwizard Tounrament’s tasks, he is forced to face the fact that he might see you as more than just a friend.

A/N: This is my first Draco fic and I have to admit, he is one of the hardest characters I’ve ever written for, there’s something about him that I couldn’t quite get right but I hope I did a decent job. This is set in the ‘Goblet of Fire’ era, for the sake of the story some things about the plot are changed but it stays over all pretty similar to the original. If this does well i’ll write a part two. Also, I’d love to keep writing for Draco so if you have any prompts or ideas let me know!!

Warnings: Language, a bit of angst here and there, a bit of fluff here and there.

~IF YOU HAVE ANY REQUESTS DONT HESITATE TO ASK~

No one quite understood how you and Draco became friends, it happend slowly and gradually. In second year the two of you hated eachother for the issues he had with your friends. Harry had been your friend since the first day you stepped foot in Hogwarts, Hermione was like a big sister to you even though you were the same age and Ron was the one who was always there to make you laugh even when it seemed impossible. So naturally everytime Draco felt it was necessary to make a snarky remark about them, tease Harry mercilessly or call Hermione a mudblood, it made you see red with rage.

After one particularly loud class of potions, professor Snape decided to change all the seats before he ended up murdering a student. You had to leave your seat next to Harry and walk to the back of the class to be seated with no other than the Slytherin prince. You cursed Snape, the universe and anyone else who seemed to be conspiring against you in your head, then reluctantly took your seat.

At first, and as it would be expected, Draco and you had troubles getting along to say the least, but as days went by and as the two of you realized this feud you had was only making the situation more unbearable, the hostility was replaced with playfulness. You still teased eachother but the desire to hurt and offend wasn’t there anymore, instead being replaced with snarky remarks and witty comebacks.

A similar situation took place in your head. You didn’t understand why all of a sudden the hatred for the posh, bratty and rude platinum blonde wasn’t there anymore, but getting to potions class and teasing him about something new everyday just to get a laugh out of him was something you internally looked forward to. Even in the great hall while you were sitting with your friends it was hard to not steal a few glances here and there from Draco, and most of those times he would be looking right back.

Third year went by like that, class next to him, a few group assignments that required you to meet him out of class and the sporadic interaction here and there. That was it.

But when year four came by, Harry and Ron decided it would be a great idea to get into a fight right when things started getting complicated. Both of them were very proud, and for a few weeks after the contestants of the triwizard tournament were announced they wouldn’t even talk to eachother.

Hermione took the mom friend role and stuck with Ron during those weeks, you on the other hand could’ve stuck with Harry but he was so invested and consumed by the tournament he barely even had time to spend with anyone anyways so you preferred to leave him to his own.

You found yourself going to the library a lot more, something you loved to do but barely had any time to when you were occupied with the golden trio’s adventures. To your surprise, the idea of finding a place to scape everything for a few moments hadn’t only occurred to you, but to Draco as well. Some days you would only sit next to eachother and read in silence; others, when Draco would be in a particularly good mood he would talk to you about what was so interesting in the book he was currently reading. The way you would listen to him talk made the warm feeling in Draco’s chest grow more than he would like to admit. He could tell how when he spoke to you, you didn’t only listen out of basic courtesy or fear like his fellow slytherins would, you actually cared about what he had to say. Draco would go to the extents of looking for things to say just so he could see your eyes look up from the pages of your book and get hit by the light coming from the window behind him.

To you, Draco was a breath of fresh air, you loved your friends to death but everything seemed to be so complicated with them, almost as if you were always on a life or death situation, but with him things were easy, just casual conversations, sweet smiles and moments of blissful silence. You liked spending time with him so much you started to look for excuses to do it more often outside the library, tempting him to sneak into the kitchen for snacks on a dare for example, or challenging him to a race to the outer parts of the castle just to find a place to sit down together and talk.

The day of the second task, Draco had seen you at breakfast, you’d told him previously your two friends had finally made amends which meant it wasn’t weird to see you all sitting together once again, but this still made his heart subtly ache knowing that you wouldn’t spend as much time with him anymore. With that though in mind he’d asked you to sit near him during the tournament, something not obvious enough for slytherins to bug him about it but sufficient to have you close to him.

When he arrived to the wood platform that stood on top of the black lake he scanned the crowd for you, disappointed when he couldn’t find your face. He reluctantly walked to where all the slytherins were grouped up, not giving up on his search for you just yet. At one point he even caught a sight of Weasley’s red head of hair but you were no where around him, he seemed to be looking for someone too, Granger he assumed. The two of you must’ve been together somewhere else, which seemed odd but understandable. A thought ran through the back of Draco’s head, maybe you liked to spend time with him as long as it was in private, maybe the thought of being seen with him bothered you and you had decided to stand him up. He shook the thought away and tried to focus on what was going on in front of him.

The second challenge consisted of ‘recovering something that had been taken from them’ from within the depths of the black lake, the champions would be under water for an hour and would only count as winners if they brought the item back. He was eager to see how Potter would get out of this one. Once the four contenders disappeared under water there wasn’t much more to see, Draco tried to insert himself into the chatter going on in the group behind him but the image of you kept popping into his head, it wasn’t like you to just disappear, specially when your friend was just about to submerge into the black lake for an hour, but he tried to distract his mind elsewhere.

It was only when he saw Vikktor Krum come up with Hermione in his hands that it clicked for him. ‘Something that had been taken from them’ that something was a person, someone important to the contestant, and if Granger was with Krum and Weasley was waiting for them on the other side of the platform... then that meant you were under water, and Potter was still nowhere to be seen.

Draco’s heart started beating at a rate he thought impossible before that moment. He pushed his way through the slytherin crowd slamming himself against the second and first years and eventually getting to where people were expecting the contestants to resurface. The gryffindor girl was still trying to recover on the side of the platform, Weasly and a teacher giving her towels to dry up and get warm. Draco grabbed the redhead’s arm and pulled him up and aside aggressively.

“Bloody hell, what’s your problem, Malfoy? Can’t you see i’m busy?” he replied not even looking back at him and keeping his eyes on Hermione.

“Y/N, is she down there too?” Draco asked, pulling his arm once again to get his attention. “Is she the one Potter is supposed to bring up?”

“I know as much as you do mate” Ron said back freeing himself from Draco’s grip abruptly. “but yeah, by the looks of it she’s the one friend of Harry who’s missing, so i assume it’s her.” With those words Ron returned to his place next to Hermione and left Draco terrified and frozen in his place.

The one hour period was nearing its end and Harry was still no where to be seen. Every second from the moment Draco found out about you being tied up at the bottom of the black lake felt like an eternity, no amount of calming thoughts could make the brutal feeling in his chest go away. He thought back on all the times you two spent together, how you looked so carefree sometimes and so concerned and lost in thought others, how your face lit up when you laughed or tense up when he teased you about something, the many opportunities he had to tell you how he felt more than just platonic things for you, that he actually dreamt about you day and night but was too scared to do anything about it, and how he would be the happiest man alive if he ever got the chance to wake up next to you, kiss you and tell you how beautiful you truly are.

The young slytherin looked up to the sky and promised to anyone or anything that could help him, even just to himself, that if you were brought back to him safe and sound he wouldn’t waste another second with you, he’d tell you all the things he felt for you as soon as he got the chance, and if you allowed him he’d take care of you for the rest of his life, all he needed was for you to be in his arms once again.

As if the universe had heard his pleas, Potter came back up with not only you in his arms but Fleur Delacour’s sister as well. Draco ran to the edge of the platform to help you up as you were still gasping for air, Harry didn’t even question why he was helping as he pushed you up for him to grab you. You were still coughing out water when the platinum blonde boy wrapped you around with a towel and tried to sit you up so you could get it all out.

“Hey, hey, breathe, try to breath, you’re ok i’m here with you, it’s ok.” He tried to calm you down with his words while feeling you try to take deeper breaths with him.

“I think Y/N’s hurt, her leg... i think it’s injured.” Potter said from next to Draco where Hermione and Ron were trying to dry him up.

Draco’s hand immediately went to your leg, which was covered by your robe, but underneath it the uniform socks were ripped up and a pretty nasty wound could be seen causing blood to drip down.

The concern that filled Draco’s heart was quickly replaced by anger when he turned his head back to Harry. “How could you let them do this to her? How could you put her in so much danger? She could’ve fucking died down there and it would’ve been your fault, you really can’t do anything other than put everyone around you at risk, can you Potter?” His words were brutal and loud, loud enough for everyone around them to hear, even through the loudness of the crowd, but Draco didn’t care.

“Malfoy, shut it. This isn’t his fault, he didn’t chose for this to happen.” Hermione barked back while looking at him with a mixture of fury and confusion as to why he seemed to care so much about you all of a sudden.

“Oh yeah, that’s right. It’s never his fault is it? Cause he’s the chosen one and nothing that ever happens is his fault, it’s all an unfortunate occurrence that he never has to take responsibility for even though if it wasn’t for him none of this would’ve ever-” Draco’s words were cut off by your hand going up to his face, you felt freezing cold and soft against his skin and it was so unexpected it forced him to look down at you who were still on his lap.

“Draco... stop, not now.” you said still sounding out of breath. “I need you to take me to Madam Pomfrey, my leg hurts.”

Draco’s heart broke at the way your eyes looked at him, almost pleading, swollen and tired. “Yes, of course. Hold on tight, darling, let me know if I hurt you.”

He lifted you up and carried you in his arms, ignoring the shocked and confused looks everyone was throwing his way, also leaving Potter and his bunch behind, he’d deal with them later. Your eyes shut close once again and your face cuddled into Draco’s neck, looking for warmth and comfort. He briefly looked once again up to the sky, thanking whatever helped bring you back, not forgetting about the promise he’d made before. He would do it, once you were alright.

Madam Pomfrey had to force Draco out of the room to keep him from bombarding her with questions about your state. He paced back and forth in front of the door for around thirty minutes before he was allowed back in. You were laying on the same bed he’d set you on moments before, just now wearing a more comfortable attire. Your leg was wrapped up in bandages and raised up on top of a couple pillows. Once Draco got close enough your eyes drifted over to him, in your four years of knowing him you’d never seen such worry in his face. His hand looked for yours and held it tightly while taking a seat on a chair that was placed next to your bed.

“You have no idea how worried I was” He said still struggling to pace his breath down.

You squeezed his hand reassuringly. “Draco, I’m ok. It doesn’t even hurt anymore, I’m heavily drugged but at least it looks like my leg will stay in one piece.”

The blond slytherin chuckled softly and seemed to relax a little. “I’m going to murder your friend as soon as I get a chance, I hope you know that.”

“No you won’t.” Your eyes pierced through his while a serious expression took over your face. “We are not arguing over this, it wasn’t his fault.”

“You’re right, we’re not arguing over it, there is nothing you can threaten me with to keep me from putting him back at the bottom of the black lake” He said with his signature scowl plastered on his face.

“We can instead talk about what we’re going to tell the entire school once I’m out of here. That hero act you pulled back there is not gonna be easy to explain while keeping your reputation intact.”

“Fuck my reputation” He replied looking away. This took you by surprise, there were many things Draco Malfoy was, a person who didn’t care about his reputation or what others thought of him wasn’t one of them.

“Who are you and what have you done with Draco?” You asked teasingly.

He took a deep breath before looking back at you. “I’m being serious, Y/N.”

“So... you don’t care what Slytherins say about you being friends with Potter’s friend?”

“There’s something we need to talk about. I-” Draco’s words were cut off by the door swinging open behind him. Before he could even fully turn around to look at who it was, he heard Hermione’s rushed steps and her loud and piercing voice, Weasley following behind her closely.

“Oh, Y/N. I’m so glad you’re ok. We were all worried to death, I wanted to come right away but Professor Mcgonagall forced me to go dry up and change clothes, she said I would catch a cold otherwise.” Her arms were thrown over your neck pulling you up harshly.

“Mione, I appreciate the enthusiasm but I’m still a bit sore.” You said muffled by her hug.

“Right, sorry.”

The chatter that came after was barely heard by Draco, the thought of what he’d been so close to telling you started to weight on him. Doubt begun to take over, maybe it wasn’t the right time, maybe he was being stupid for even thinking someone as good as you could ever reciprocate feelings as intense as the ones he had. But he’d made a promise, and if there was even just a slim chance you’d feel a fraction of what he felt for you, he would take the risk.

Draco was fully willing to wait there until your friends left so you two could finish your conversation, but it was when Potter walked in he realized he wasn’t welcome anymore. The shock and unpleasantness on his when he saw Draco said it all. For your sake and his own, he decided to stand up from his place and leave the confrontation for later. But before Draco could get far your hand pulled his back to get his attention.

“Draco...” your voice was strong, not discreet or ashamed to address him in front of your friends, but loud and assuring. “Thank you, for everything.”

The way you took a moment to make sure he knew you were grateful for what he’d done for you, even with Potter and the others around, showed him he mattered to you, even just a little. It was all Draco needed to be confident in his decision. He was going to tell you how he felt, maybe not today, but he would do it.

“Any time.” Was all he replied before walking out with a smirk on his lips and the warm feeling taking over his heart again.

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harrysweasleys · 4 years ago

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both a little crazy // d.m

request: Hi! Just noticed ur requests r open! Can u please do a Draco x Slytherin Reader in which the Reader is a bad boss biatch and is TOTALLY savage, but her and Draco hides feelings for each other?

warnings: very brief mentions of torture, language?? not proof read bc i am sick and dont feel like it i am sorry

word count: 3.1k

a/n: don’t mind the fact that i based the reader off of rosa diaz. :)))) enjoy! (also yes i reposted this bc my tumblr wasnt working and tags were wonky!)

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Your head was held rather high as you entered the Great Hall, your eyes pointed straight towards the Slytherin table in hopes that no one would talk to you as you walked over. It was way too early for conversation, in your opinion. Any attempt would just be sour.

You took your usual seat next to Pansy, who’s head was down on the table as she breathed slowly — quite possibly sound asleep. It wouldn’t be a surprise. She was not one for early mornings either. Quite possibly less so than you were.

The empty goblet in front of you was quickly filled with pumpkin juice before you took a big gulp, hoping the familiar liquid would help bring a bit of energy into you. However, that was a failed attempt as you felt your eyes stay heavy, your head swaying to the side slightly before a loud voice startled you out of your dozed out state.

“Crabbe, shut your mouth,” you snapped, silencing the boy sitting across from you who looked over with wide eyes, his mouth closing slowly, “You just woke up half the bloody hall with your laughter.”

Pansy jumped up from next to you, thick red marks across her forehead that resembled the wooden carvings on the table she was just rested against. You let out a low chuckle, eyes darting towards the entrance to the Hall — what you saw made you stop your laughing and sit up straighter.

Draco, accompanied by a brunette Slytherin, waltzed in with a smile on his face. You looked down immediately, hating the bubbling jealousy that threatened to emerge. You had seen the two together before but it didn’t help the sudden onslaught of negative emotions every time you saw him with her.

Maybe, possibly, you’ve had dreams where you use muggle torture techniques to keep her out of your life.

But no one needed to know that.

“Ah, Malfoy’s brought his admirer,” Pansy sighed, resting her chin on her hand, “What a surprise.”

You scoffed, trying to play it off, “When doesn’t he?”

No one knew of your little crush on Draco Malfoy. And if things were to go your way, no one would ever know. Being sly was always one of your specialties and you were rather proud of that. You didn’t let people in on a lot of secrets and you were bound to keep this one to yourself too.

“Fair point,” Pansy said lowly as Draco walked towards the table with an arrogant smirk on his face. A pleasantly attractive smirk, yes, but it was arrogant nonetheless. And you wanted to bite your own tongue off at the knowledge that the brunette was the one that put it there.

He sat across from you, seated between Crabbe and Blaise, but you didn’t greet him. Pettiness was overtaking your mood and you sat quietly, not even turning up to face him as you picked at some breakfast foods to put into your plate. Your day already felt like it was ruined — as dramatic as that was.

“You ready for tonight’s Quidditch game?” Blaise asked nonchalantly, taking a sip of tea and raising his eyebrows at Draco. You hid a scoff.

“Yep, can’t wait,” you sighed, leaning forwards, “The rain will really up the fun factor.”

You looked up at the bewitched ceiling, the heavy rain clouds pouring down on the students below. The drops obviously never reached anyone, but it was still awfully gloomy. You always hated playing in the rain. You’d end up in bed, shivering and wet with the early signs of a cold.

“Only reason I joined the team was to take down Gryffindor,” Draco sneered, “Will gladly get to do that tonight.”

“That’s if we win,” you scoffed, “Potter’s always got one up on you. You should probably fix that.”

After saying the words, you felt guilt blossom in your chest. You knew Draco’s weakness was the fact that his ‘sworn enemy’ Harry Potter always beat him — you had never really thrown it into his face until now.

You could see the change in his mood from the way his eyes grew slightly darker, glaring at you as if he wanted to retaliate. His shoulders slouched downwards and he leaned forwards on the table.

“Well, what’s got your wand in a twist this morning?” the corner of his lip curved up into a smirk and you had to force yourself to look away from him so you wouldn’t cave.

Shrugging, you kept your voice neutral, “Just saying. Maybe it’ll give you more incentive to win and prove me wrong,” you picked up your cup, avoiding eye contact if at all possible.

He eyed you, confusion laced into the creases of his forehead. You had never snapped at him like this before but you just couldn’t help it. The faint smirk quickly vanished and was replaced with a scowl as he turned down to face his plate.

You bit the inside of your cheek, absentmindedly picking at the scraps of bacon and toast on your plate. This section of table grew awfully quiet at your outburst, an awkward air surrounding all of you.

Being friends with Draco, it wasn’t rare that the two of you bickered. He always carried his nose and chin high, and sometimes you liked to knock him down a peg, no matter how much you swooned over the platinum headed boy. His charismatic charm was just one of the endless reasons he always thought he could get his way.

“Seriously,” Pansy leaned over and whispered in your ear, “What’s up? Why’d you say that?”

A blush rose to your cheeks and your snapped your head to her, “Out of my business, Parkinson.”

Her eyes widened and she held her hands up in surrender, “My bad.”

You let out a huff and went back to eating your meal, very much aware of Draco’s eyes piercing the top of your scalp as you kept your own eyes facing down, attempting with all of your might to avoid any more conversation than necessary.

Tonight’s match should be fun.

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As usual, Potions class was a complete drag.

Snape was in his usual foul mood, nitpicking every single damn thing. You were used to it by now, having been in Snape’s house for nearly six years now, but it didn’t mean you particularly enjoyed it.

Least of all now, after being paired with Draco for a potions assignment.

If this were any other day, your heart would be doing leaps inside of your chest right about now — however the idea of just the two of you having to work together and talk was slightly nauseating after this morning’s outbreak.

“So,” he sat next to you, sliding awkwardly into the empty seat, “You still mad at me?”

You scoffed, flipping through the pages of you book, “Wasn’t cross with you.”

Fun fact about Draco Malfoy; he always saw right through you.

“C’mon,” he nudged your shoulder, causing you to look up from your book, “Don’t think you’ve ever spoken to me like that before.” His soft voice and piercing eyes were so hard to lie to. You always found yourself tempted to spill your deepest darkest secrets.

“I said I wasn’t mad at you,” you forced a smile, “I’ve got... other things going on.”

He didn’t believe you for a second, “What other things?”

You blessed Salazar and all of the Hogwarts founders that Snape decided to do his rounds, cutting your awkward conversation short and placing a piece of paper on your desk — the name of the potion you’d have to make.

Wiggenweld.

Grinning, you re-opened your book and began scanning through, landing on the very worn down page with said potion on it. You couldn’t count how many times you’ve made this, which was great since you could do it easily and get away from Draco as soon as possible.

“Stop ignoring me,” he pushed, a small smile on his face, “We’ve gotta team up and play well together tonight so you might as well come clean.”

“Stay out of my business and I won’t have to hex you,” you said through gritted teeth, your voice low so no one could overhead. You reckon that’d be quite embarrassing.

He leaned even closer to you — close enough that you could smell some sort of faint cologne and laundry detergent lingering on his house robes. Close enough that you could see the small strands of brown hair in the sea of bleach blond. Close enough that his eyes weren’t just blue; they were turquoise. Green stars scattered amongst a sky of blue.

Close enough that you nearly forgot to breathe.

“I’ll find out eventually, you know?” he looked over the page in your book and began writing the ingredients and steps down on the parchment in front of him.

You fought back a chuckle at his childish handwriting.

He offered to go get the ingredients and you let him do so as you cleaned up your desk, preparing it to become a potion station. You hated working in a dirty environment and so you attempted to make the dingy desk as spotless as possible.

Your partner had been gone for quite a while as you felt slightly guilty. There were quite a few ingredients to Wiggenweld and it’d be tough for him to walk back with everything in his hands. You gazed over to see if he needed help, your heart leapt up into your throat.

Draco was leaned up against the wall, his arms crossed against his chest and a smirk on his face as he chatted to the same Slytherin girl from breakfast.

You bit down on your tongue, fighting a deep breathe that would surely give away your overwhelming jealousy. After taking a good long moment to calm down the rapid, angry beating of your heart, you balled your fists behind your back and walked over to him.

“Give me these,” you snatched the bottles and ingredients from his hands, looking anywhere but his eyes as you turned away from him, “When you feel like actually doing the work, that’d be great.”

Storming back to the table and placing everything down in a somewhat organized fashion, you decided to turn over to Blaise at the table next to you, “Wanna switch partners?”

He let out a low chuckle, looking over to the quiet Hufflepuff boy that was chopping away at the other half of the ingredients, “Mine’s actually working so I’d say no.”

“So selfish,” you scoffed, shaking your head, “Mine’s off being a git.”

Dropping the tool he was using to grate a unicorn horn, Blaise crossed his arms and walked over to you, “Lucy? She’s great.”

You let your hair fall from behind your ears to hide your frustrated blush, “Yeah, she’s real great. Taking his time while he should be here working”

If you had looked away, you would have missed the smirk that overtook his face. However, you noticed it, and it only made the blush on your cheeks grow even deeper.

“Oh, I see what’s going on,” he wiggled his eyebrows.

“No you don’t,” you snapped, “Go back to work or I’ll cut your tongue off and use it as an ingredient.”

He stepped back, but the smirk and amusement never left his face. Blaise was intuitive, yes — but you were being incredibly obvious, that much was certain. Him putting the pieces together was your fault, really.

“Oi, don’t attack me. If you’re to go after anyone, wouldn’t it be her?” he nudged his head in the direction of the girl that Draco was now walking away from, “after all, she’s the one stealing your man.”

“Shut your face,” you spoke lowly, glaring him down with all of your might as he walked back to his table with a chuckle. You watched as he went back to work before you decided to do the same yourself, picking up a tiny bottle and reading the label before unscrewing the tiny lid.

Draco’s bright head popped up on the other side of the table, “We getting started?”

Fighting the urge to snap, you nodded your head slowly, “So kind of you to join. Now get to work.”

He brushed your comment aside, stepping closer to you and ignoring your demand to get to work, “Do you know Lucy?”

Biting down on your tongue, you shook your head, “Nope. Your girlfriend?” You hated how bitter and insecure you sounded but at the moment, that was really the least of your concerns. All logic has been thrown out the window.

He rolled his eyes and let out a small laugh, “Bloody hell, no. She’s actually interested in Zabini. But I was wondering—”

“Wait, what?” you asked, nearly knocking a tiny bottle over as you leaned into the table, trying to get closer to him as if your hearing was off. Which, by the sound of what he said, you assumed it might be.

“What?” he stopped, “I’m trying to help her get with Zabini. He keeps talking about her.”

Suddenly, you felt like a complete idiot. The blush on your cheeks resurfaced and your heart did a leap against your ribcage.

“Oh,” you looked down, letting out a humourless chuckle, “I’m so sorry.”

Of course, you had jumped to conclusions. That’s what you always did. And now here you were, looking like a complete idiot and making your feelings blatantly obvious. The one thing you had been trying to avoid.

“Sorry? For what?” he was now the one to be confused, “What’s going on?”

“I—,” you blinked rapidly, looking over at him and trying your best to come up with any sentence that could make sense, “Nevermind. Let’s just get back to work.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, clearly put off by how oddly you had been behaving all day so far, but he didn’t press the subject. You knew he’d ask you about it later, but that was for another time. You couldn’t exactly blame him either. If the tables were turned and he was the one behaving oddly, you’d be on his rear about it too.

You made a promise to yourself to talk to him after tonight’s game. The conversation might end up going against your one goal, and it might end up going really badly for you, but you had to tell him. It was time.

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The Quidditch match ended up being a breeze. You guys ended up victorious by a landslide, Draco catching the snitch with a massive grin on his face. The relief spread through your body like a tidal wave as you watched him hold up the tiny golden ball — but what was even better was watching Gryffindor stalk off the field with glum expressions.

A real victory.

The Slytherin team gathered down on the pitch, surrounding a boastful Draco as he held his head high. A part of you wanted to go down, give him a hug and apologize for the rude comments you made this morning — but the other part of you thought that he was fine celebrating without you. You’re the one who made him feel like complete crap this morning; why would he want to celebrate with you?

You smiled from afar, walking into the Slytherin tent. You were alone, obviously. Everyone was still shouting and cheering on the pitch and you highly doubted the partying would end anytime soon.

The perfect escape for you.

You hung up your broom and removed your uniform, bundling yourself in a comfy sweater and leggings so you could walk back up to the castle without getting too cold now that the sun was gone.

Hoping no one would catch you sneaking off before party plans were made, you began to open the tent door, only to be interrupted by a voice.

“Not sticking around?”

You spun on the spot, facing a rather sweaty and satisfied looking Draco. You cursed his good looks under your breath, knowing that you’d have a hard time saying no to him while he looked like this.

“Not feeling well,” you lied, shrugging and looking down at the ground.

He stepped closer to you, “Right, you’ve been odd all day. What’s wrong? And don’t say nothing again.”

You took a deep breath, biting your lower lip as you gazed back up at him, looking into the eyes that made butterflies fly wildly in your belly.

“I spoke to Blaise and I think I know what your problem is,” he stepped even closer, the space between the two of you now only a few inches.

Letting out a small laugh, you shook your head, “That little git.”

He pursed his lips, placing one of his warm hands on the side of your cheek. Your breath hitched in your throat and you leaned into his touch, not sure where he was going with this but enjoying every second of it.

One step closer, and he was nearly flush against your body. He was radiating warmth, his entire body still high off of the win, and you swore he could feel your rapid heartbeat.

Why else would he be smirking like that?

His smirk didn’t last long, however, as his lips pressed against yours.

Many people say their first kiss with their crush is soft, delicate — this wasn’t the case here. His lips pressed against yours with feverish passion, bringing the temperature in the small tent up by at least ten degrees. His lips were hot and wet as they moulded against yours, both hands cupping the sides of your face as he locked his body up against yours.

How many times you dreamt of this, you couldn’t count. But by Merlin, was it better than you could have ever imagined. You felt as if you were dancing with him, letting loose and moving to a rhythm of heartbeats. It was truly a beautiful feeling; one that you hoped you’d get to experience again.

“Well,” he muttered against your lips after pulling away, “Guess I was right.”

You wanted to retaliate and give him a sarcastic comment, but your mind was too numb and flummoxed to do so.

“Sorry I was acting all crazy,” you sighed, looking up into his blissful eyes, “Perhaps it’s true when they say jealousy makes people do crazy things.”

“It’s alright, love,” he smirked, placing hands on both sides of your waist and pulling you even closer, “We’re both a little crazy then.”

It felt like hippogriffs were fluttering around your belly as he kissed you once more, hands tightening their grip as he deepened the passionate act.

This would be awkward to explain when the team walked in, but for now, the two of you were perfectly content as you were.

Finally together.

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fa-headhoncho · 4 years ago

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Unlike The Rest: Part 1

George Weasley x Reader (eventually)

Prompt: The last few years have already been rough for you. Trying to make a new name for yourself while everyone still believes you like the rest of your family. But, this year is much worse since your little brother is starting his first year at Hogwarts.

Word Count: 2069

Reader: Female

Warning: My first time writing for HP in a LONG time, so I’m sorry in advance for any Americanized things and inaccuracy. I’m rusty, okay? Some people might be a bit out of character like the mother but I think she’s proven to have a bit of a different side of her that we don’t see.

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You run into the wall and everything just overwhelms you. The smoke of the train clouding the air, the chatter of new and old students filling your ears, and the sense of relief. The long summer months have finally come to this. Back at Hogwarts, the escape from your dreadful life.

A large smile appears on your features, seeing familiar faces whether they be in a scowl or a smile. You loved it here. Your home away from home… This place has given a new light into your life that you needed. Sure, you were a bit of a prat your first year but you seemed to turn it around your second year once you realized how much of an arsehole you were actually being.

Then something suddenly hits you in the back, snapping you out of your daze.

“Move it, tosser.” Your little brother sneers, your parents following behind them.

“Shove it, Draco.” You spit back, just glad he didn’t knock over your trolley full of stuff. “Next time you do that, I’ll make sure to tell the whole school you still sleep with your blankie. That will be sure to make a good first impression.”

The platinum blondes mouth opens slightly, a worried expression on his face. “Father!” He whines, turning to the looming figure standing behind him.

“(Y/N),” He sighs, “don’t threaten your brother.”

You just roll your eyes and straighten out your trolley, reaching over and giving your cat a calming pet. Dazing off once again, you look around the platform. You see Angelina Johnson, a Gryffindor in your year, and give her a friendly smile. She looks a bit taken aback at the fact that you were even tempting to interact with her. She just laughs and turns to her group of friends and starts giggling at you.

Well, at least you thought you made some new friends last year.

Your father and Draco continue to walk, trying to find a better spot than in front of the entrance of the platform. You slowly follow after them, wanting to not be left behind.

“...I’m sure you’ll get into Slytherin, Draco.” Father continues to press on. “Unlike your sister, you won’t disappoint us.” He takes a side glance at you but you pretend to not hear him, “Will you?”

“Of course not father.” He obliges as he always does.

Draco has always been Daddy’s little pet but it got worse since you were sorted into your house, Hufflepuff, in. The house of kindness, loyalty, and diligence-- the house known for producing the least amount of dark wizards. At first, you were also mad and disappointed in this. Ultimately becoming a complete brat your first year to anyone and everyone to try to make up for it but the Sorting Hat’s words seem to echo in your head since then;

“I see good things to come from you, a Malfoy unlike the rest.”

And those words are what keeps you going in a household like yours.

“Muggle studies, really, (Y/N).” Mother exclaims in disgust, reading your schedule for the new year. “Out of all the electives, you picked muggle studies?”

You think quickly, muggles and their culture have always seemed to interest you. Your father has talked bad about them and how they are inferior to the wizarding community but they seem to just have an intriguing lifestyle.

“It must be a mistake!” You fret, grabbing the scroll from her hands and rereading it over. It definitely was not a mistake but you had to fake it. “I must have accidentally not sign up for another elective,” Frowning, you roll up your schedule and put it into your back pocket. “I think I was too focused on getting into Care of Magical Creatures…”

Father just rolls his eyes and leans his weight onto his long black cane. You never knew why he needed that cane but you never dared to ask, you know he keeps his wand in the handle but the whole cane wasn’t really necessary. He has always been into the theatrics.

“I’ll be sure to have that changed.” He promises. “I don’t want you turning up like the muggle-loving Weasle father.” He sneers, his eyes falling to the entrance, seeing the first of the children of said family run through it. “A disgrace they are to the wizarding world.”

“Weasley…” You mumble under your breath, correcting him. Draco catches this and his eyebrows perk up, excited to get you in trouble once more.

“What did you sa--”

“Merlin,” Your father gasps, “Harry Potter…” He sees the famous boy run through with the youngest Weasley boy.

“Is it really?” Mother gasps, eyes snapping over to inspect as well.

Everyone knows who Harry Potter is, especially people like your parents. He’s a legend in wizarding history and it’s been long-awaited for him to come to Hogwarts.

“Draco, you need to make friends with him.” Your father says in a monotone voice, eyes never leaving the boy who lived. “Make sure he knows what families to associate with.” He turns back to his son.

“Of course, Father.” He gleams, excited at the opportunity to make his father proud.

Suddenly, a herd of students starts making their way to the train. Some more frantic than others. You smile. It’s finally time.

“You should be going now,” Your mother solemnly announces, sad to see her last child going off to Hogwarts. “You guys are growing up so fast,” She sighs cupping Draco’s face, father just rolls his eyes at her sentiments.

Draco just returns the smile and pulls her hand off of his cheek. He turns around, going to double-check all his stuff and continue to talk to your father about Harry Potter and the Weasley’s.

She then turns to you, lowering her voice into a whisper. “Make sure you keep an eye on him, (Y/N).” She requests, a worried expression on his face. “I’m afraid that his mouth will get him into a lot of trouble.”

“Wouldn’t be a Malfoy without it, Mum.” You try to crack a joke with her. Out of everyone in your family, your mother seems to be the least cruel and most understanding. Not that she certainly agrees with you, but you are her daughter and she loves you. “I’ll try.” You give her a tight-lipped smile, giving her hand a squeeze. She returns the smile and sends you on your way.

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“... I can’t believe he decided to sit that embarrassment Weasle-B.” Draco scoffs, already chatting shit with his friends Crabbe and Goyle.

You’ve always hated these kids, their parents are friends with yours and they’ve always seemed to cause trouble together. Your mother thinks they just have crushes on you but you rather not think of that.

“Crabbe, are you even listening?” He proclaimed, noticing the stout child's open mouth and gazed over expression. You look up from your copy of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them to meet his gaze. You shift uncomfortably.

Crabbe snaps his eyes back to Draco and nods so vigorous that you’re sure he just scrambled whatever brains he had left in there.

“I’m going to go change into my robes.” You announce, needing to get away from these idiots as soon as possible. Belladonna, your white tabby, jumps off of your lap as you stand. “You three should too, we are getting close to the castle.”

You reach up and grab your yellow and black robes from the compartment above the bench you and Draco were sitting in. The other two boys do the same, grabbing their plain uniforms. Draco just sits there and shakes his head at you.

“I still can’t believe you’re in Hufflepuff.” He shakes his head.

“I still can’t believe you’re a prat.” You snap back, sending him a stern look. “The school year hasn’t even started and you already are pissing me off, Draco.” He hides his frown as you put your things under your arm and storm out of the cabin.

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The dirt path is surrounded by trees, the first years just left with Hagrid on their traditional boat ride to show the kids the castle. You remember getting so excited, seeing the lights and the bridge sparked something in you that year.

Last year and this year are the same, you get to ride carriages across the bridge into the castle. Less grand, but still riveting none the less… Well, it should be but it just seems like a popularity contest. Seeing everyone group together to make sure they’re with their friends makes you nervous.

After first year, you made a bit of a bad name for yourself. Wanting to live up to the Malfoy name, since your sorting didn’t, you decided to act a bit out. Doing what you knew your parents would want, bullying the people in your year about their blood status and even their financial status. You really did regret it by the end of that year, no one wanted to be your friend nor did they even want to interact with you. The Slytherin wouldn’t either, they thought you were a disgrace as much as your parents did.

That led you to getting into some trouble. Which led you to detentions with Filch and even Hagrid when he was busy. Your heart changed when one of the said detentions met you with helping Hagrid care for the Bowtruckles that he kept on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. Your love for the creatures sparked something and Hagrid had a chat with you. You realized what you did was wrong and wanted to change it. After that, you resorted to being quiet and just keeping your mouth shut… Well, as much as you could.

Last year, you even dared to start making friends. Starting with your teammates on the Quidditch team. No one ever seemed to stick, though. But, people did start becoming nicer to you once they could tell the change of heart… It always seemed hard to keep friends once they heard your last name. All but one person cared about your last name and you are very grateful for him.

So this leaves you here, waiting till the last carriage or till someone invited you to come with them. You glance around, looking for that said one friend you made last year but everyone looks the same in their robes.

Your search is interrupted by rather large body knocking into you, sending your book flying onto the muddy ground. You frown once more, looking at your now ruined book on the ground. You turn to see what giant had bumped into you. Meeting a brown pair of eyes, you knew exactly who it was.

“Weasley.” You sigh, staring at the tall red head. “You’ve ruined my book!” You cry as he bends down to pick it up for you. He tries to open it but the mud keeps it sucked shut.

“I’m sor--”

“Daddy can buy you a new one.” The other one buds in, a scold grows on your face. No matter what your parents have said, you’ve always found the Weasley twins entertaining, to say the least. The three of you have your feud but it’s much more… playful than what others seem to think. They’ve always seemed to like riling you up, especially after first year. After the attitude check you had, you’ve realized it’s become a bit harmless and rather fun to argue with them.

“Which one are you, again?” You question, breaking the standoff. They both scoff, they loved playing that game with their mother but it just hits differently when others say it. You feel a bit bad and thought you went a bit too far, looking at the face of the one who initially bumped into, he looks a bit defeated at the fact that you can’t tell the difference.

“(Y/N)!” A familiar voice interrupts the silence. You turn and see your friend, Cedric, waving you over to him and his group. A large smile appears on your face. You wave back and turn back to face the twins.

“Always a pleasure, boys.” You chirp, your mood obviously changed. “I hope to see you in DADA this year.” The tall one then hands you back your book. “Thank you, George.” Grabbing it, you make sure to take a glance back at Fred, the smirk on your face matches his.

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harlowsbae · 4 years ago

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Always

This is my first ever Draco Malfoy Reader so please don’t hate me. I haven’t written a single imagine in years.

Trigger Warnings: self-harm, depression

Draco watched as the shell of the woman next to him tried furiously to keep up with Professor Slughorn’s directions. When Y/N first came to Hogwarts she was lively and bubbly. She was kind to everyone she met, even Saint Potter much to Draco’s displeasure. But during fourth year when the news broke that she was a half-blood Y/N slowly began to disappear inside herself. The rest of the Slytherins began to look at her with disgust. A half-blood Slytherin was just preposterous. Draco knew he was also to blame. He had joined in on the taunting and laughed at the jokes. All his life, Draco was immersed in the pure-blood philosophy of things. Anything less was just unacceptable, his father had reminded him of that every day up to his departure for Hogwarts five years ago.

“Excuse me” came a soft voice from next to him.

Draco looked over at YN, noticing her long curly brown hair and chocolate colored eyes that peeked up at him nervously through long lashes.

“What?” Draco sneered at the girl.

“I’m sorry, it’s just..Professor Slughorn has partnered us up for the Draught of Living Death” Y/N said.

Draco felt his face soften at her nervousness, but he quickly shook it away and scowled again.

“Go get the ingredients while I set up the cauldron.” he ordered.

Y/N got up quickly knocking her stool over in the process. Pansy looked over and laughed, muttering about how half-bloods were just as pathetic as mudbloods. Draco felt his heart tighten as Y/N’s cheeks turned red and she quickly shuffled to the shelves to get the ingredients. She returned a few minutes later with her arms full.

“Start cutting up the Valerian sprigs while I juice these beans” he told her. Y/N nodded and began doing what he said. Her curls falling over face to hide her once again red cheeks. Draco smirked, the effect he had on the girl not going unnoticed. He could feel Pansy’s glare on Y/N. Her obsession with Draco was unwavering no matter how many times he rejected her. She was a short fling that meant nothing to him, simply something to cure his boredom last year.

Y/N began measuring the ingredients and putting them into the cauldron slowly stirring as she went. Draco looked over just as Y/N began to add the Valerian sprigs noticing that she was adding too many.

“Y/L/N stop you’re-” but it was too late, Draco quickly backed away as the potion bubbled and exploded splashing Y/N with the hot liquid. Her robes instantly had holes in them and her hands were covered in burns from shielding her face.

“For fucks sake Y/L/N! Didn’t your muggle father teach you anything about following directions before he offed himself?” Pansy sneered at her, other Slytherins quickly joined in laughing and smiling.

Y/N tried hard to hold her head up and fight back the tears, but Draco saw one fall down her cheek as she rushed from the classroom, wishing he could wipe it away for her.

“Well class I think we had better finish there for today” Professor Slughorn interrupted, “Put a small bit of your potion in a vial to be graded.”

Y/N POV:

You skipped classes the rest of the day. Too embarrassed to face anyone after Potions. You knew your professors would lecture you tomorrow and give you extra work but you didn’t care. You stared down at the picture of your father, silent sobs wracking your body as you hid behind a statue in one of the corridors. No one hardly ever walked down it as the classrooms sat empty so it was the perfect place to hide.

He had committed suicide during your fourth year. You had found out when you had gone home for the holidays. He had left a note but your mother had never let you read it. Instead she made you pack all of your things to return to Hogwarts with you. You hadn’t seen her since as she had decided you were too much of a burden without your father. You spent your summer holidays with your grandmother from your father’s side, but you weren’t necessarily close to her either as she was a muggle and tended to be afraid of you.

You had been extremely close to your father growing up, you were a spitting image of him and your mother often joked that she did all the work and had nothing to show for it. Your parents didn’t have any more kids deciding that you were all they needed. When you got your letter to Hogwarts they were so proud. Although your father was a muggle he loved you all the same.

Another bout of sobs wracked through your body and the pain became too much to bear. You had no friends at school and no one to confide in. You bottled up your pain and took it out on yourself as a way to cope. You knew it was foolish , but you couldn’t stop. You blamed yourself for your father’s death and had decided this was your punishment even though you hadn’t even been there. You took your wand to your wrist, reciting the same spell that had become your only comfort.

Draco POV

Draco didn’t see her the rest of the day. He couldn’t help but be worried. He checked the hospital wing but Madame Pomfrey informed him that she never showed up. He kept an eye out between classes hoping to catch a glimpse of her curls but to his disappointment they never appeared. When Draco still didn’t see Y/N at dinner he decided he had to find her.

Draco spent the next hour combing the castle starting at the Astronomy tower and making his way though each corridor. Draco was just about to give up when he turned down a corridor that he didn’t recognize. Draco could tell it hadn’t been used in years as the classrooms had more than an inch of dust in them. Still, he opened each one desperate to find her now. Draco was nearing the last classroom when he heard a small noise. He paused, holding his breath to hear it again. He heard a sniffle and moved towards it. He stopped in front of a statue, peering around it he breathed a sigh of relief as he finally saw her curls.

He knelt down cautiously so as not to scare her, reaching a hand forward he lightly touched her shoulder. Y/N whipped around, her eyes bloodshot and red and her cheeks still had tear streaks down them. She wiped at them furiously, her face hardening at the sight of the platinum haired boy in front of her.

“What do you want” she sneered, “come to make fun of me some more?”

Draco’s eyes widened at her sudden hostility.

“No actually, I wanted to check on you to see if you were alright,” he whispered.

“Please” she scoffed, “Don’t act like you care Malfoy, you’re no better than the rest of your little friends.”

Draco hung his head, he knew she was right. He had done nothing over the years to make her think otherwise. He looked at her again, his grey eyes glancing over her hands. They were still red and blistered and he suddenly remembered she didn’t go to the hospital wing after Potions.

He grabbed her wrists hearing her wince as his grip tightened when she struggled to get away.

“Why the hell did you not go to the hospital wing are you daft?!” He said loudly.

His grip tightened even more and she struggled furiously to get away. He looked at her hands examining them. His eyes fell upon her sleeve noticing the cuff was red with blood. He looked at her, her eyes begging him not to do what he was going to do next. Draco slowly lifted her sleeve up, as his eyes took in the fresh cuts mixed with the old ones his heart sank. He felt guilty for each one of those lines knowing they were a result of the torment he and his friends had put her through.

He grabbed his wand from his pocket, still holding her wrist he quietly uttered healing spells watching the cuts become scars and the blisters disappear as her hands returned to their normal color.

“Thank you” Y/N muttered.

Draco sank beside her putting his arm around her shoulder. This time she didn’t flinch and leaned into him.

Y/N POV

You felt as though you were dreaming and were tempted to pinch yourself. It didn’t seem possible that Draco Malfoy, one of your bullies, had taken the time to find you and heal your injuries let alone to now holding you. You leaned into him even more breathing in the scent of his green apple shampoo and pine cologne.

“I’m sorry” you heard him whisper. You looked up at him in shock, his eyes made contact with yours and you could see the sincerity in them. “I don’t know why I said the things I’ve said or treated you the way I’ve treated you. My father has always instilled in me the importance of blood purity. I’ve never known any different, but for some reason when I look at you, none of that matters” he explained.

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Did Draco Malfoy actually...like you?

“Why do you do this to yourself?” He asked, thumbing over the scars on your wrist.

You sighed, you didn’t want to sound like a freak. Draco tilted your head up, urging you to explain.

“When my father took his life, my mother never let me read the letter he wrote. She made me pack all of my things and I’ve been living with my muggle grandmother ever since. I haven’t seen my mother in almost two years.” You said, feeling your eyes tear up again. You felt Draco’s hand on your cheek as he gently brushed a tear that had fallen away. “The cuts..the pain, it’s my punishment. I couldn’t fathom why my father had wanted to leave me, so in the end I decided I must have did something, that him taking his life was my fault.”

At this you couldn’t hold the tears back anymore, you began to sob even harder than you had earlier. You felt yourself becoming completely vulnerable in front of Draco and you hated it. For years you had put on a brave face taking every insult that came your way and still holding your head high.

Draco shifted and pulled you between his legs wrapping his arms around you completely. You buried your head into his chest as you continued to cry. He stroked your and planted soft kisses on your forehead. You both stayed like this for what felt like hours but was really only minutes.

When you were done crying you looked back up at Draco, he was already looking at you, his own grey eyes reflecting sadness as he stared at the broken girl in his arms.

“I’m not going to let anyone hurt you anymore, Y/N”, he said. “I know I can’t take back how much I’ve hurt you, but from this day forward I promise to protect you.”

You smiled and leaned forward connecting your lips to his. You felt him tense up and then relax as he kissed you back harder tangling his fingers into your curls.

You pulled away breathing heavy and so was he. Draco smiled at you planting another soft kiss onto your lips.

“Always?” you whispered.

“Always.” he said.

#draco x you #draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #harrypotter #draco reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy reader

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dracoladon · 4 years ago

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Top 5 of 2020

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (ish) favourite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

thank u to my lovely @tackytigerfic, @sitp-recs, @bonesliketambourines and @lazywonderlvnd for the tags. i’ve only written three fics this year, so even though this list is abt self love, i’m gna dedicate the last two spots to my two favourite fics i’ve read this year (that were published this year as well��) cause i love myself for having such talented mutuals :/

1. Born Slippy: God I fucking loved writing Born Slippy. I’m a hoe for a good club fic. The aesthetics of crowded dance floor, loud music, body glitter etc are exquisite and I think (hope) I managed to capture even a little of that in this fic. It’s probably my favourite out of the very few I’ve written, cause I think it’s the one that best encapsulates my writing style and everything I love about Darry and fanfic. There were some banter moments I was really proud of, and the smut was like the embodiment of wanting to read smth with your all your favourite kinks so literally just writing it yourself. I said self indulgence!

2. Lucid: This was the first fic I wrote for Drarry, and for that reason it’s a bit special to me. It was a lot of fun to write and it really helped me figure out what I love writing (dialogue) and what I don’t (the prose in between). I think it had the kind of slice of life feel I was going for. a look in on a relationship that’s already been put through it’s paces and is now purely abt being together. I had an absolute blast with sex dumb Draco and finding a bunch of constellation bullshit for him to spin. I wasn’t expecting the response I got to this fic, either, so overall it just has very warm, lovely memories for me.

oh god and this was also the first fic of mine to get a rec from the absolute goddess that is @sitp-recs. good times indeed 😔

3. Little Spaces: !!! This fic has just been like ridiculously enjoyable to write. Hitting walls is kind of inevitable and doing this w anna was such an amazing way to work through the writer’s block I was having with my other stuff. I’d never written Draco before this, so it’s been super fun further exploring his voice, and I’m very very proud of what we’ve been able to produce together.

4. Inside Your Mind by @lazywonderlvnd

I think I’ve raved about this fic more than once on here before, as well as extensively in the comments on ao3, but seriously. It is.... 🤔 a masterclass in melancholic softness and drarry d/s dynamics. I saw a post not too long ago (which I already sent to anna but she can just deal w it 😡) that said all this stuff abt book harry. how he was passionate and sarcastic and witty and charismatic, and he could be intimidating when he was angry and had this wild intensity. he could be arrogant and humble and kind of an ass but he’s still our precious harry and he’ll be chill and laugh around w u and probably save ur life. i thought it perfectly encapsulated harry as he’s written in the books, and also harry in this fic. anna has an insane ability to write characters just as they are in canon, but also w her own distinct style. it kind of makes me want to cry. IYM’s Harry was charming and gorgeous and imperfect and an idiot, and I loved him. Not to mention Draco 😔. Every scene between the two of them felt so delicate and intricately woven, the smut was beautiful and raw, and the love confession was perhaps my favourite ever. I will forever be in awe of this genius’ talent (there were so many brilliant lines in this fic that I refuse to go hunting for them lest I be tempting into spending the whole day rereading it) and IYM is the absolute pinnacle of that. PLUS goyle, who is tragically underrepresented in fic, soft kissing, sitting by the lake, a stunningly written friendship between the golden trio, and an entire world in thirty thousand words :/ read it and weep :/

5. Modern Love by @tackytigerfic

There are much more eloquent reviews that do this stunning fic the justice it deserves (cough cough sitp) so i shan’t try and compete. I will however say that Modern Love is a magnum opus (tho knowing tacky, and their ever increasing brilliance, that may change) and I absolutely loved it. I haven’t even commented yet, cause though I finished it a few days ago I’m literally still recovering. It’s sad, holy fuck, it is emotional and deep and thoughtful, and it’s Draco in the Muggle world with these original character friends who are so tangible and developed that I feel like i’ve met them in real life. There is a plot that doesn’t distract from the love story, and a love story that doesn’t distract from the achingly slow build of a soft, pining friendship, and a soft, pining friendship that doesn’t distract from Harry and Draco’s own personal character arcs. The ease with which tacky writes our two boys (and writes period) has always amazed me. The talent is in every fucking line, the humour is brilliant and subtle, and the smut is !!! absolutely worth the wait. An aesthetically pleasing masterpiece that I shall always treasure.

#top five #fic recs #my stuff #lazywOnderland #😡#tackytigerfic

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dapandapod · 3 years ago

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Ao3 Ask game

Tagged by @fangirleaconmigo and @wolf-and-bard, thank you cuties! <3

What is your total word count on AO3?

241 917, as of right now. Let's not peak into the wip-folders....

How many fandoms have you written for?

Three, I guess. The witcher obviously, Harry Potter (drarry) and Robin Hobb's Realm of the elderlings (Fitz and the Fool). I might have been eyeing A man from U.N.C.L.E as well, because reasons.

What were your top 5 fics by kudos?

Ciri Science and the idiot syndrome

Mating season (+18)

Connecting dots

A story of catnip and witchers

Hollow

Do you respond to comments - why, why not?

I do! People are being very kind, and sometimes I think I'm funny so I gotta.

What's your fic with the angsty-est ending?

Oh, ahaha, you ready for this? I have a few awful ones, but which one is the worst would be up to you? The ones I remember the most is the Eskel MCD, or Geralt walks an empty Kaer Morhen, or the night Yennefer becomes a mother, or that night there was a fire in the stables...............Oh, or when Jaskier gets everything he wants.....

Do you write crossovers?

I tend not to, I might do AU things at times, but I never go full cross over.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Actually no. The 'worst' thing I have gotten is "can you look at your grammar" or "Can you fix the format?", and for that I am grateful. I will never understand others need to lash out at things they don't like in fics instead of just moving on. Be kind to each other.

Have you ever had a story stolen?

Not to my knowledge, luckily, but then again, I'm not on all platforms.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have! Translated and into podfics! It is very sweet actually!

What is your all time favourite pairing?

Ooh, uh, how much time we got? xD In the witcher fandoms, I must say Geraskier, Lambden and Trissifer. Then we have Draco/Harry, Link/Zelda, Crowley/Aziraphale, Fitz/Fool... uh. I have many ships..... and all of these are on the top....

What is a fic you would like to finish but don't think you ever will?

Oh darn, this is hard to define, because I have many, many wips. We are talking three giant google docs, 100 pages each, with a mix of finished and unfinished things. I might end up actually writing them at some point. Tho right now, I have a published, unfinished Drarry that glares at me....

Writing strengths?

Uuuh, I got range I have been told? (still one of my favorite compliments) and also I would like to think I am good at trying to find new angles for common...tropes-ish? Getting together and first kisses are something I tend to go for so I hooope that is something that I do well.

Writing weaknesses?

This little guy right here ---> ' <---- That little bastard. My mortal enemy. We are not friends. I also would love to get better at writing long things. Getting above 1k was a huge struggle for me in the beginning, and now I have some really big things in the work. Big for me, that is, nearing 20k. I am still awed by that.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages?I

... I am not a native english speaker, does that count? xD All my dialoge is in another language. But if you mean it like, rest of the fic english, this bit of dialoge is not? Depending on how it’s done, it can be super cool! I am usually all for it, but I might have to run to google translate if there isn’t an explenation in there xD

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I would say. I think I did write that one piece for Robin Hobb before that though, because it was based on a dream, and then I found it again getting active on Ao3. I read for many, many more fandoms before that though.

What's your favourite fic?

That is like asking me who is my favorite child. I have 400 children. But I think I have to narrow it down to these Geraskier ones, Rythm, Fair, Dream a little dream of me, Any reason at all, and Running on Air (Drarry). I can go on for days, so I will stop now. Oh, or did you mean one of my own? Uh, I am very proud of my ongoing fic Dead I live and of course Ciri Science. Among my other +100 or so fics, I am rather fond of Changes and I love you.

I’m tagging @wanderlust-t, @dont-tempt-me-frodo, @persony-pepper, @bi-aragorn, @kuripon, feel free to ignore, I love you all a bunch, and if nothing else, have a wonderful day <3

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missdawnandherdusk · 5 years ago

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Call It What You Want

Draco X Gryffindor!Reader

Part One Part Two Part Three

Summary: The other shoe drops and you weren’t ready.

A/n: Look at me posting twice in one day. Who am I? I don’t know. I love you guys and hope you enjoy some angst and pining. Let me know what you think! Please it means the world to me!

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Draco’s feeling towards you started to morph from hatred and disgust to curiosity. You were almost too cryptic for his liking... it was too Slytherin for a Gryffindor.

So, he started to watch you a bit closer, learning your schedule and what you did or didn’t do. Most of the time he was left alone because you were in the Gryffindor Tower. He only assumed that it was the location that you studied in because you were never in the library other than to check out books.

Each day he found out nothing more than circling answers and more questions. It frustrated him He was the best at everything except knowing how you worked. Potter was easy, Hermione and Ron even more so, but you were a force to be reckoned with and he hated it.

“I want her kicked out Father! You don’t understand, she’s making a fool of the Slytherin house and our name!” Draco paced as he spoke to his father.

It was the only answer that he could find. Send you away and he wouldn’t have to wonder any longer. His father could easily get you kicked out.

“And on what grounds do you actually have against her?” His father mused.

“Endangerment of students! She almost took down Snape’s entire potions class! She’s a Lupine father! What else do you need!?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” His father stood, “But in the meantime, I must commend you on your excelling in your studies. Very good,”

The last thing that Draco was going to do was tell his father that you were the reason that he was doing better in his classes. To beat you, he had to be smarter and ahead.

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“He’s going to realize what you’re doing,” Hermione muttered. “Or at least the teachers are,”

I chuckled and put down my notes where I had resorted to drawing instead of writing and rolled my eyes. It was hard to talk about my Malfoy scheme because I had to be careful about what I said around Harry and Ron.

“I don’t think they’re going to complain that he’s getting better grades to spite me Hermione,” I pointed out.

“Are you ever going to tell him?”

“Ha. No.” I shook my head. “He wouldn’t believe me.”

“Did your mother ever answer you?” She shifted the conversation slightly as more students passed.

“Yes, and no.” I muttered and pulled the letter out of my bag and handed it to her.

My Dear Y/n,

I’m sorry that you are having trouble with the Malfoys. I had hoped to keep you from it, but it seems like not everything can be prevented. As for what to do about Draco, I can only tell you to follow your heart my dear. You were always so kind and strong, don’t be swayed. Stand firm in what you know.

I also want to remind you that the young Malfoy was not raised how you were. His father is distant and cold and his mother even more so. I did my best to raise you without high expectations, and that’s all he’s ever had. Do not blame him for his harsh exterior. Find his heart my dear. Do what you do best and find what truly matters.

Have courage and be kind,

Love, Momma

“Wow,” Hermione raised her eyebrows. “That’s...”

“I know,” I complained. “I thought I was going to get some hate letter against the Malfoys, and I get this! What am I supposed to do with this!” I slumped against the table.

“Well, your mother did say to find out who Malfoy really is... if there is more under the malice and evil.” Hermione muttered.

“Did you get a letter from your mom?” Ron asked as the boys sat down in the Great Hall. Hermione and I exchanged a look as I shoved the letter back into my bag.

“Yeah, she just gave me some advice about what to do about a boy,” I lied easily—well, it wasn’t a total lie.

“You like someone!” Ron was delighted.

I gave him a flat look and he simmered down.

“It’s between my mother and I,” I narrowed my eyes at the boys.

“And Hermione,” Ron mumbled.

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Draco couldn’t help it. He overheard you talking about the letter from your mother and Ron exclaiming about you liking someone.

Who had caught your eye? He wondered. Maybe it was Krum after all. He did come out in first in the first challenge. His hatred for Krum grew a little more as another question was added into his mess of who you were. He couldn’t wait until you were kicked out. It would solve everything.

“I’m going to get her expelled,” He stated matter of factly to his table.

“How are you going to do that?” Crabbe asked.

“Are you talking about Lupine again?” Pansy scoffed. “Get a life Malfoy.”

His eyes met yours, and there was a small smile at your lips. Something friendly. Little did he know that it caused him to smile back.

How long was he going to live in denial? The voice in his head asked There’s something different about her and you know it, the voice chided.

You are above her, his father’s voice reminded him. You are chosen. You must achieve greatness.

Draco shoved both voices away and watched you slyly through the rest of dinner.

Rain turned to snow as December settled onto Hogwarts. Draco spent the night studying in his dorm room for Snape’s final that was coming soon. A tapping on his window interrupted him. It was an owl with a letter for him. The owl was vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it as he took the letter and sent the owl off.

Malfoy, Draco,

I don’t know why I’m writing this. I should be studying for Snape’s final. But... here I am.

I wanted to say thank you I’m sorry I understand how

My mother sent me a letter. I spoke to her about you, and our feud. She took me to America so that I wouldn’t be caught up in it, but I guess that plan backfired. I don’t want to fight you. Not really.

I want to say that were more alike than we care to admit, but then that would be admitting it.

Good luck on Snape’s final. If you want help, let me know.

Y/n

He stared at the letter, the scratched-out words in anger and frustration, and he wondered what possessed you to send this to him. This was different. This was new.

You were kind. He knew that, of course, but this was the first time you had been kind to him directly. It was jarring.

He was tempted to throw the letter into the fire and forget about it. He wanted to make fun of you for writing it and never let you live it down. Kindness was weak. Kindness lost the game. But were you playing the game anymore? Did he want to play anymore?

You are a Malfoy. His father’s voice scolded. You will do as I say and uphold the family name.

He folded the letter and tucked it under his pillow.

___________________________

Penelope, my screech owl, returned with nothing to say, but she wanted a bit of food for her travels. I gave her the end of my stock of her treats and she twittered before heading off to the Owlery.

Not that I expected anything. All I had to do was be kind and have courage. My mother was right about that.

Friday came again and during study hall Professor Snape came up to my table and requested my presence in his office. I wanted to argue, but my eye caught Draco’s and the look on his face let me know that this had something to do with him, and that worried me. What had Draco done?

I followed Snape to his office where McGonagall sat as well. This couldn’t be good. My anxiety spiked as I took a seat and awaited my fate.

“Miss Lupine,” McGonagall began. “It has come to our attention that you and Mr. Malfoy are in a sort of constant duel,” She spoke calmly.

“Duel? She almost took out half the Potions class!” Snape hissed, glaring me down.

“I didn’t,” I muttered. “And Draco had a hand in that too. Why isn’t he in here?” I pressed.

“He did not have a complaint raised against him by a concerned parent.” McGonagall spoke with her eyes.

Draco really told on me... to his dad?

“This is ridiculous,” I muttered. “What? Does he want me expelled? So that Draco can just coast through life? And never have a challenge? Never get any better?”

“Get better?” McGonagall mused, something hidden in her eyes. Oh, she knew my game. Maybe that’s what this meeting was about.

“Draco is... very proud.” I began, looking at my lap. “He won’t ask for help in his academics... but give him someone to beat and...”

“And he’ll do anything to beat her.” McGonagall raised her eyebrows at Snape. “I told you, this was nothing more than healthy competition. Y/n wouldn’t endanger anyone,”

“Never,” I was appalled. “This is because I’m endangering people? I would never put anyone in danger.” I looked to Snape, pleas in my eyes. “You have to believe that, after being with me all year. I wouldn’t take it that far,”

He pursed his lips and found resolve.

“I suppose you are right,” He sighed. “Be careful Miss Lupine, you are under watch now.”

I nodded and stood, taking my bag. Walking down the hall, I was fighting tears. I had maybe ten minutes to get to Hagrid’s for Care for Mythical Creatures and I was going to be late. Not that I was concerned.

Hurt flooded my senses at the thought of Draco wanting me expelled. I thought that maybe I was getting through to him... that maybe something could work out and then...

It made my stomach drop.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Pansy from Slytherin grabbed my shoulder and yanked me around in my fervor.

The students nearby stopped to watch us.

“I was going to class,” I righted my robe and glared her down, trying to keep from crying in front of her. “Did I miss something? Is there a reason you’re assaulting me this morning?”

“What are you doing to Draco?” She ignored my question completely.

“What do you mean what am I doing!? What I’ve been doing for the past four years, why do you care!?” I screeched, clenching my fists.

“No this isn’t whatever has been happening in the past and you know that. Now what game are you playing you filthy little whore?”

My eyes widened in surprise as I gaped at her.

“Excuse me?” I demanded drawing my wand. “What did you just call me?”

“What you are.” She drew her own wand. “You’re playing with his head like you’re some Slytherin. Stay in your lane you little bitch!”

A list of spells ran through my head, none of them very nice. As I opened my mouth to cast the worst one that I could think of, I caught sight of familiar blue eyes pushing through the crowd and I stopped. He looked hurt and confused.

Was I doing that to him? What was he doing to me? Was this a set up?

“It’s not worth it,” I muttered to myself putting my wand away to the disappointment of the crowd.

Turning, I went to head to class. Then I heard Pansy cast her spell. I dropped quickly, dodging the spell but when I looked back, I realized I didn’t have to.

Draco was between Pansy and me... protecting me...?

“Pansy what are you doing?” He hissed.

“Taking care of your problem for you!” She snarled. “I’m tired of hearing you constantly rant about her! She’s nothing Draco! Nothing compared to you or me! She’s a pathetic excuse for a pure blood,”

Something was different hearing it from her mouth instead of Draco’s. Draco has to hate me... Pansy said it on her own accord. My gaze dropped to the floor.

“She better than every wizard in this school and you know that,” Draco hissed. “I always knew you were a jealous bitch.”

“Draco,” I chided softly.

The crowd around us grew, hanging into every word said.

“Shut up,” he muttered. “Get out of here Pansy,” Draco sneered. “And leave Y/n alone,”

Pansy looked cornered before she fled the other way. Draco started to leave too but I grabbed his arm.

“Oh no you don’t,” I snapped. “What the hell Malfoy?” My voice shook and tears threatened to spill. “Why are you doing this to me? You try to get me expelled then you come and play hero!?”

“Doing it to you!? What about what you’re doing to me!?” He demanded. “What game are you playing here Y/n!?”

“I’m not playing! Don’t you see that!? I’m tired of playing the game! The feud! I’m tired of it, Draco,” tears did start to fall. “Can’t you see that?” My voice broke as I trailed off and for once, I ran away from a fight.

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