#draco malfoy dark mark

[wisteria-lodge]

Do you think Draco knows about what the dark mark does? Since it’s implied that he was given it yet He, Crabbe and Goyle never considered using it to summon Voldemort in Deathly Hallows and Draco nor Lucius considered using it to find each other.

Plus we know Lucius kept the darker aspects of the Death Eaters away from Draco. So it wouldn’t surprise me if he ever downplayed the mark by pretending that it was just a weird tattoo.

This is an interesting question about what the Dark Mark actually is, what is does, how you get one, and why.

So the films go in a more tattoo direction (for clarity and aesthetics) while the books do more of a brand / scarification thing. Dark Marks are described as "ugly" and "red," and only "burn black" when they're actually being used. There's also this through-line of Marks "getting clearer" all through Book 4, which could apply to a tattoo, but seems more in line with a scar. An old scar that's faded suddenly looking fresh again? Very creepy. Also, dark magic is often associated with scars (Harry's lightning bolt and "I must not tell lies" scars, George's Sectumsempra scar.) So a more scar-like Dark Mark fits with that. Because of this, I would imagine that the process of getting a Mark is definitely violent, probably painful. Also knowing Voldemort, I'm sure it comes with some sort of ceremony where you have to swear undying loyalty and kiss the hem of his robes or whatever.

In the books, we don't know if Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, or even Draco Malfoy have Dark Marks at all. One of the big theories after Book 6 was that the "something on his arm" Draco uses to scare Borgin was a werewolf bite, and you'll still sometimes run into Werewolf!Draco truthers. But the movies do give him a Dark Mark, so let's just run with that.

Dark Marks are this two-way magical leash that allows Voldemort to summon you, and allows you to summon Voldemort. Hermione's coins, which are modeled after the Dark Mark, work like this too - her master coin communicates with all the secondary coins, but the secondary coins can't communicate with each other. Voldemort likes it this way: he's the center, and all his Death Eaters are spokes of the wheel. He likes it when they're at each other's throats (that way they can't unite against him...) and will purposefully build dynamics that pit Wormtail against Barty, Barty against the group, the group against Bellatrix, Bellatrix against Lucius... etc.

Voldemort also likes to frame Dark Mark as this great reward he's giving his Death Eaters, when really it's a control mechanism (same thing with Wormtail's silver hand). He'll always be able to locate his Death Eaters... and always be able to hurt them from a distance. Barty's Mark is probably how Voldemort was able to sniff him out while he's invisible in his father's basement, and it's also the reason running is not an option for either Lucius or Draco. Karkaroff tries to run, and we don't know what happened to him exactly... but we also never hear about him after Book 4.

If he gave out too many Dark Marks, they wouldn't work as an "inner circle" type reward anymore, so this might be why Voldemort doesn't have that many Death Eaters. Like, at any given time, it's between 20 and 30. He doesn't give a Mark to the Snatchers, he doesn't give a Mark to Greyback. So then what is his criteria?

I think Voldemort only gives out Marks to people who are valuable/dangerous/smart enough to potentially cause problems for him. He can control Greyback just fine by dangling that final piece of acceptance just out of reach forever... but even if Greyback went rouge, so what? He doesn't know anything, he doesn't have any power or social capital. Lucius Malfoy though... if he defected, now Voldemort has a problem.

Draco would have gotten his Mark pretty much the second he turned sixteen, and I think that's not Voldemort's usual MO. Draco is an important piece in a game Voldemort is playing to punish and control Lucius, and that's the only reason he's valuable. It surprises literally every other character in the book when he actually manages to overpower Dumbledore.

So, to answer your questions up top - yes, I think Draco knew exactly what the Mark did, because he would have gotten it in a weird scary ceremony designed to freak out his parents. I'm sure if Lucius and Draco could have used their Marks to locate each other they would have, but that doesn't seem to be how Dark Marks work. And Crabbe and Goyle can't call Voldemort because... I just don't think they have Marks. They're not important enough for Voldemort to care about controlling them, and his plan is probably to string them along the way he does Greyback, requiring them to "earn" their place at his side. Draco probably could have called Voldemort to him in the Room of Requirement... but he was never going to, because at that point he doesn't want Voldemort to win, and is passively resisting pretty hard. But you're right - Crabbe and Goyle absolutely should have realized that Draco was avoiding using his Mark to call Voldemort, and this is very suspicious behavior.

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Nobody can convince me Draco was actually planning to turn Harry in to Voldemort when he cornered him in the Room of Requirement. Dude could’ve pressed his Dark Mark in two seconds to summon Voldemort but he didn’t. Crabbe and Goyle were the ones who shot Unforgivable curses at Harry and his friends. I think it’s just because Crabbe and Goyle, two true Voldemort loyalists, were there that Draco didn’t want to give away the fact that he actually wanted to help Harry. Plus in the movie Harry calls out Draco for covering for him at the manor and Draco doesn’t deny it.

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I hate fics where the other slytherins join the Death eaters so young (like during school) bc thats a regulus and Draco only thing. For regulus it was an honor and his biggest accomplishment, for Draco it was a punishment for his father. Maybe they had their own little mini death eater meet ups but none of them ever had the dark mark like those two. Voldemort doesn’t just give those out to children bsffr.

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Hi! Can you write something about how Mattheo or Theo would react to someone yelling and being really mean to y/n? It can be fluff or smut I will leave it to you❤️

what i was made for - m.s

pairings: mattheo riddle x reader

summary: mattheo comforting reader as she breaks down

warning(s): violence, comfort, mentions of killing curse, cursing, very sad ending (prepare yourself)

a/n: so originally, i was doing the request. but i ended up getting carried away with ideas.. and so if anybody wants me to make this a series i can !!

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it's been a really bad week.

everyone found out about my dad being a death eater, causing me to loose friends and people just viewing me differently

i get dirty look walking to class, whispering all around me, people gossiping and spreading lies.

it's hell

thankfully, i still have my friendgroup in slytherin, because at least they'll hear me out.

i also have my boyfriend mattheo

he's been nothing but sweet while everything has been chaos

he's helped me a lot, more then he'll ever know,

although, recently i've been more distant.

thing's have been getting harder, and i can't help but feel weak.

i don't want mattheo fighting all my battles for me, and also, it's just overall embarrassing

as i walk to potions, a group of girls stop in front of me.

i sigh, recognizing them instantly

they've been tormenting me this whole week

"what now" i say with a groan

"well, we just wanted to say we're sorry about what we said" one of the girls says and i keep my annoyed expression

"no you're not" i laugh

they all scoff and walk away, except one.

"go on now" i say, voice slightly raised.

"no, because you see.. they don't like you because of your dad, me on the other hand? i just don't like you." she says

i can't help but admit, her words caught me by surprise a bit.

"okay... why?" i say and she grins

"you don't remember me do you?"

i examine her face, trying to find the familiarity.

and then it hits me

"jasmine.." i mumble and she nods

jasmine was a girl in my class third year, she ended up leaving the school because of her ex.

"the look on your face? priceless. honestly, it was one of my reasons to come back" she says and i scoff

i see her tie her hair up

"you- you wanna fight me?!" i shout and she grins

"cmon, one way to settle this, you win? i'm gone, for good this time" she says nodding

next thing i know, jasmine is on the floor with a black eye and a broken nose.

i run back to the common room, getting stopped before i get there.

cormac.

"what happened? you finally get what you deserved?" he says, all his friends laughing

"fuck off" i say, trying to walk away

he grabs my wrist and i try to break out of his grasp but fail.

"let go of me!!" i shout, still trying to break free.

he abruptly lets go, making me fall.

him and his friends laugh and i stand up, tears filling my eyes.

i push him up against a wall, pointing my wand to his throat.

"you fucking mess with me again i'll avada kedavra your ass you understand?" i yell and he doesn't say anything, eyes widening

"do you understand??" i yell louder this time and he nods in fear

i loosen my grip, my wand now not being so pushed up against him, looking around i see all his friends looking at me terrified, looking the other direction i see mattheo.

i put my wand away, walking to my dorm, looking down the whole time.

closing my door, i break down completely.

i threatened someone with the killing curse

it hits me then suddenly,

i'm becoming just like my father.

i hear a knock on my door, not bothering to answer.

the door opens anyway, making me wipe my tears and any possible blood on my face

i'm met with mattheos soft gaze, the concern and worry in his eyes.

"get out!" i yell

"no" he says, walking closer to me

"mattheo.. GET OUT!!!" i shout

he's now inches away.

"get out, get out, get out." i say repeatedly, hitting his chest.

"let it out, it's okay" he mumbles softly

i eventually give up, just falling to my knees sobbing

he pulls me into a hug, stroking my hair.

after what feels like forever, but what was probably only a minute, i wipe my tears and sigh.

"sorry, i'm okay" i say sniffling

"stop telling me you're okay, you're not." he says and i look down in defeat.

"cmon" he says, grabbing my hand and dragging me to the bathroom

he grabs q-tips and hydrogen peroxide, cleaning the cuts on my face

the stinging doesn't phase me at this point, being too numb to really care.

"i'm becoming my father" i mumble and he stops his actions

"what? no you're not" he says and i scoff

"i threatened cormac with the killing curse mattheo, thats not something someone says in a civil conversation. i'd be surprised if i dont get expelled" i express

"i'll talk to mcgonagall about it okay?" he mumbles and i nod

after cleaning my wounds, we head into bed.

he wraps his arms around me, feeling overwhelmed by his warmth, i fall asleep.

i wake up in the middle of the night, gathering a sweater and my shoes.

i tiptoe out of my dorm to the astronomy tower.

i think about everything thats happened this past week

people finding out about my father, people hating me, threatning cormac.

it's that moment that a flip inside of me flips

a moment of clarity, realization.

i hear footsteps behind me, turning around and seeing the exact person i called for

"i'm ready" i say to him, walking closer.

in the end, all of this, it's all apart of the journey. because i am my father, and i couldn't come to terms with it before, but i am now, i can't deny destiny.

"you will be great, just as your father is." he says and i nod

"thank you, my lord" i say, looking at my wrist seeing the deatheater mark.

looking down at it, i smile, i feel complete.

i liked the power i had over cormac, the rush, the adrenaline. i liked fighting jasmine, that feeling of control.

about jasmine by the way, forgot to mention.. she was my ex. and she left because of me, she found out about my father and i told her to leave, and if she ever came back i'd have him kill her.

that was the start, where everything started going wrong.

i hear footsteps coming up the stairs, seeing mattheo.

"baby why'd you-" he starts speaking, but i notice his gaze shifting to my wrist

his eyes widen and fill with tears

"no... you didn't" he says in disbelief

"th-thats not fair.. i did what i was supposed to do..!" he shouts

i look at him in confusion

"i tried so hard, so hard. to make sure you never got the mark, i did everything, begged him not to" he explains

"mattheo, i did this, it was me."

the look on his face changes, changes to digust and shame.

"you wanted this?!?!" he shouts, tears falling down his face

"who.. who are you?" he cries, looking me up in down with that disgusted expression.

"mattheo.. think of how great we could be, we could be a team. do this together-" i start

"together? together?!?!" he yells

"you want me to- how long? how long have you been planning this?" he asks

"you don't want me to answer that mattheo." i say in honesty

"i hurt people mattheo, it's all i'm good at. i'm sorry you were the one to love me, when i told you not to, you should have listened" i added

"you were right, you are your father." he says in horror and i smile

"takes one to know one" i say, adding on a final goodbye,

"goodbye mattheo"

a/n: could make this into a potential series if anyone would want that, lmk!!

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Betrayal

Fred Weasley x Reader

Summary: After Fred finds out you’d been hiding your Death Eater mark this whole time, he refuses to speak with you- so you confront him.

CW: Angst, arguing

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The Hogwarts grounds were heavy with the dull, rhythmic patter of rain. The storm had rolled in unexpectedly, blanketing the castle in a thick shroud of gray. Despite the downpour, the Quidditch pitch was alive with anticipation. Today’s game was set to be a fierce one, but your mind was elsewhere, entangled in a storm of its own making.

Fred Weasley hadn’t spoken to you in days. You had messed up—badly. He’d seen your death mark. Being with you was already a risk to him, you being a Slytherin and all, but to have the Death Mark burned into your skin? That was too much for him. Thankfully he didn’t tell anyone about it and kept it to himself. You only got it cause your parents had forced it onto you. You didn’t necessarily have a choice. You hadn’t meant for it to happen, but the damage was done, and now Fred was angry. No, angry was an understatement; he was furious, betrayed, and the sting of his silence cut deeper than any words could.

Standing under the bleachers, you watched Fred’s red hair dart in and out of view as he prepared for the match. The rain was coming down harder now, the pitch turning into a slick expanse of mud and water. Players ran back and forth, but all you could see was him, determinedly ignoring your presence as he readied his broom.

You pulled your cloak tighter around you, trying to muster the courage to do what you came here for. Fred was stubborn, and it wasn’t in his nature to forgive easily, especially when hurt by those he trusted. But you couldn’t let things end like this. You couldn’t let him take off into the sky with this weight between you.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped out from the shadows and onto the rain-slicked grass. The cold stung your cheeks, and the wind whipped your hair wildly around your face. You pushed forward, each step heavy with the gravity of what you were about to do.

“Fred!” you called, your voice barely carrying over the noise of the storm. He didn’t turn. You tried again, louder this time, your voice cracking as you fought against the wind. “Fred, please!”

He paused, shoulders tensing, but still didn’t turn around. The other players were mounting their brooms, readying for takeoff, but Fred just stood there, staring straight ahead. His knuckles were white as he gripped his broom, and for a moment, you feared he wouldn’t even acknowledge you.

“Fred, I’m sorry!” you shouted, finally reaching him. The rain pounded against the earth, each drop feeling like a reprimand from the skies above. “I never meant for any of this to happen. I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to what?” Fred’s voice was cold, cutting through the noise like a blade. He turned to face you, his expression hardened. The Fred you knew, the one with the easy smile and mischievous twinkle in his eyes, was nowhere to be found. “Didn’t mean to betray us? Didn’t mean to agree to put that mark on your arm? Didn’t mean to lie to me for 3 years?”

His words hit like a punch to the gut. You had no defense, no excuse that would make this right. You could see the hurt in his eyes, the way he couldn’t even look at you without a flicker of pain crossing his face. And it was all your fault.

“I know I messed up,” you said, voice cracking. “I know I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but please, Fred, I can’t lose you. Not like this.”

Fred looked at you, rain dripping down his face, mingling with the frustration in his eyes. For a moment, there was something else there—something softer, something that made your heart leap with a sliver of hope. But then he glanced down at your arm covered in your cloak and it was gone, replaced by the mask of anger he had worn since everything fell apart.

“You don’t get it, do you?” he said, shaking his head. “It’s not just about the mark. It’s about trust. I thought you knew you could trust me and I could trust you. I thought you were on our side. I thought you were different than half the other Slytherins here. And now—”

Fred’s voice wavered, a flash of vulnerability cracking through the anger. He took a shaky breath, gripping his broom as though it were the only thing anchoring him in the storm.

“And now,” he continued, his voice thick with emotion, “I don’t even know if I can look at you without feeling… without remembering how easily you broke that trust. You have no idea what it’s like to have the one person you care about the most let you down like that.”

You swallowed hard, each word twisting like a knife in your chest. This wasn’t just anger; this was heartbreak. The realization settled in, heavy and cold like the rain soaking through your clothes.

“I do know,” you said quietly, your voice almost lost to the storm. “Fred, you have to believe me. I’ve never regretted anything more in my life. I would do anything to take it back, to make things right.”

Fred stared at you, the rain running in rivulets down his face. His expression was conflicted—anger, sadness, and something else flickering behind his eyes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but then closed it again, shaking his head like he was trying to shake off the pain.

“It’s not that simple,” he said, his voice breaking. “You can’t just fix this with an apology.”

You stepped closer, desperate to close the chasm that had opened between you. “Fred, I know it’s not enough, but I’m not giving up on you. I’m not giving up on us. I’ll do whatever it takes. Please… just tell me what to do.”

For a moment, Fred just looked at you, his gaze searching, as if he was trying to find something in your eyes that would make everything okay. You reached out, gently touching his arm, hoping that the connection, however slight, might bridge the gap between you. Fred flinched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away, his eyes locked onto yours.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he said finally, his voice strained. “I want to believe you. I want to trust you again, but… how am I supposed to forget? How am I supposed to act like it doesn’t hurt every time I look at you?”

Your heart ached at his words, at the raw honesty of his pain. The rain was relentless, soaking you both to the bone, but you barely noticed. All you could see was Fred—the hurt in his eyes, the tremor in his voice. You wished you could just take it all back, erase the mistakes and start over. But you couldn’t. All you had were your words and the hope that somehow, they might be enough.

“I’m not asking you to forget,” you said softly. “I’m asking you to give me a chance to earn your trust back. To show you that I’m still the person you believed in, that I’m still the person who cares about you more than anything.”

Fred looked at you, his expression unreadable, his grip tightening on his broom. The storm roared around you, the wind howling as if the sky itself was raging at the injustice of it all. And then, finally, Fred took a deep breath, his gaze softening just a fraction.

“I need time,” he said, his voice barely audible over the wind. “I don’t know if I can just let this go. But… maybe I can try. Maybe.”

It wasn’t the forgiveness you’d hoped for, but it was something—a flicker of hope in the midst of the storm. You nodded, tears mingling with the rain on your cheeks, grateful for even the smallest chance to make things right.

“Thank you,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Fred. I promise.”

Fred nodded, still looking conflicted, but he didn’t pull away as you squeezed his arm gently. He glanced up at the sky, the rain still pouring down in sheets, and then back at you. For the first time in days, there was a flicker of warmth in his eyes, a small, hesitant glimmer of the Fred you knew and loved.

“We’ll see,” he said quietly, before mounting his broom and kicking off into the sky.

You watched him go, your heart heavy but hopeful, knowing that the road ahead wouldn’t be easy. But for Fred—for the chance to make things right—you were willing to weather any storm.

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The latest piece of art created especially for Out of Time!

GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!

Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.

It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.

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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag. Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle. Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot. Still to come: ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.

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Together

Pairing: Poly!Dragonott x Reader

Summary: Draco is tasked with finishing the vanishing cabinet, but it's tearing him apart. You and Theo make a plan to help him.

You skipped down the hallway, your hand safely enclosed in Theo’s rather large one. Pansy made a joke about Trelawany’s outfit ahead of you and the group of Slytherins laughed, the sound bouncing off the walls and sending some second years running. You nodded along and smiled, pretending as if you heard the joke and thought it was funny as you focused on getting to the great hall. 

The smell of fresh roast and gravy hit your nose and you sighed as you happily took your seat. Theo sat next to you, helped you fix your plate, and poured you a drink, smiling as he did so. You brushed a tender kiss across his cheek in thanks. There were several minutes of silent eating and chattering before you realized Draco wasn’t at the table and likely wasn’t coming. 

You gently placed a hand on Theo’s knee and gave a small squeeze. He gave you a quiet look of understanding and gestured for you to finish your meal. You did so quietly, nodding along to the conversation and trying not to let fear and worry consume you and ruin your appetite. 

When dinner was almost over, you made your way around to the kitchens to find the elves. They all greeted you warmly as you passed through, rich smells filling your nose and washing some of your nerves away. You stopped at the counter in front of the head elf and gently laid your hands on the counter. 

“Could I have a plate to go? Please?” It wasn’t unusual for you to often ask the elves for a plate to take, and you gathered they knew why. 

“Of course, dear.” The elderly elf climbed down from her stool and you watched her toddle around the kitchen to collect the food. In a magically extended box, they shoved a double heaping of roast and gravy, rice, carrots, turnips, pumpkin pastries, and cheesecake. She set the box on the counter and patted it, handing her a small extended pitcher of pumpkin juice. 

“Thank you,” you whispered quietly. The elf placed her withered hand on your cheek gently and nodded, motioning for you to get going. You gently took the box and pitcher and pushed open the kitchen doors with your elbow, meeting Theo right outside. 

“I’m worried about him,” you said as he took the box from you. You both started down the corridors, keeping track of the moving staircases in order to get to the room of requirement. You passed Snape in the hallway who nodded his head and continued on his way. 

“I am too. Maybe he’ll let us help today.” He sighed as he stepped in front of the blank wall, waiting on you to step beside him. You gave him a sharp look. 

“I doubt it. Show me the room of requirement.” 

The stones began to chip away until a door appeared. Theo turned the handle and sighed. A blast of warm air hit you in the face and you sighed, shrugging your robes off as you weaved through the stacks of lost and forgotten objects. A clattering sound to your right had you sharply turning and coming to stand behind a head of platinum hair. 

You placed a hand on his shoulder as you braced for an outburst. He turned to face both of you, dark circles around his eyes. You could see how tired he was and how stress had taken a toll on his body, but you had lost that fight more times than you cared to admit. 

Theo placed the box on the table beside you and stepped towards you both, placing a hand on Draco’s other shoulder. He sagged into both of your touches before pulling away and rubbing a tired hand through his hair, the movement slow and sluggish. He dropped onto the worn quilted couch you and Theo spent much of your time on while watching him. 

“You didn’t have to bring me anything,” he mumbled. He was a very closed-off person despite sharing a relationship with both of you and refused to accept help. You gently lowered yourself to the floor and sat against his legs as Theo took the open seat next to him. 

“We know we didn’t have to, but we wanted to. Don’t want you to be alone,” You whispered. Despite knowing no one else occupied the room and you could talk as loud as you wanted, you always kept your voice quiet around your boys. 

“Thanks,” he sighed. 

Theo gently patted his thigh and motioned for him to turn his body, laying his head down in Theo’s lap. He stroked the blond and stringy hair away from his pale face, scratching gently at his scalp. The hand that dangled over the edge allowed for you to reach out and grasp his cold fingers in yours. 

“How much have you gotten done?” Theo was always hesitant to ask but knew it was a conversation that needed to be had. 

“Almost done, just need a few more days.” Theo exchanged a look with you and shook his head. He had been saying that for weeks. 

“Why don’t you eat and rest a little while? Theo and I will wake you up in a few hours.” 

“Can’t. Need to finish the cabinet.” His words slurred together and his eyes dropped as he struggled to stay awake. You brushed a tender kiss to his fingers and gently massaged the pressure point on his wrist, the dark mark almost touching it.

You sat there for a few minutes as you both waited for Draco to drift to sleep. When quiet snoring filled the room, you pried his hand out of yours and pulled up from the floor. You silently cast a charm to extend the couch to a bed big enough to fit the three of you and placed a silencing charm around the posters. 

You helped Theo move his body and tug off his robes to make him more comfortable. He wore his white button-down and boxers when you were both done, curled under the silk green sheets and resting comfortably. 

“Want me to help,” Theo whispered. You shook your head and bent to place a kiss on his forehead. 

“No, stay with him. You both need some sleep.” Your lips hovered near his brow, pressing another kiss before standing upright and moving to the cabinet a few feet away. 

You cast another silencing charm around you and opened the creaking door only to find a dead bird inside. You sighed and banished the creature, shutting the door again to think. 

An hour later, you heard Theo’s snores join in with Draco’s. You turned to see Draco laying behind Theo, an arm wrapped around his waist as he buried his head in the curly chocolate locks. You smiled and turned back to the furniture. 

In the next hour, you managed to accomplish a few things. You altered the spells along the outside and inside of the cabinet to cushion the entrance and exit of whoever stepped inside. You also added a muffling spell to keep the sound contained and fixed the squeaky hinges that plagued Draco’s nightmares. 

It was another 3 hours and lots of charms and transfigurations before you decided to step inside. You knew if either of the boys saw you in the cabinet they would combust, but they were both happily sleeping. You took a deep breath and carefully shut the door behind you, trusting your spell work to be thorough enough to protect your life. 

With a deep breath, you muttered the charm and braced your hands against the walls. There was a light humming and a quick flash of light before the furniture eased back into its quiet nature. You carefully cracked open the door and were met with a room quite different than the one you had just left. A large smile appeared on your face. 

You cast a diagnostic and checked for injuries to make sure you weren’t looking over anything in your desperation for the cabinet to work. When you were sure you were fine, you closed the door once more and uttered the charm again. The same quiet rumbling and flash of light consumed you before it went still again. 

On the other side of this door were your two boyfriends wrapped in one another arms and snoring. You grinned, hardly containing your squeal, and jumped out of the cabinet. Another diagnostic confirmed you were not injured. 

You peeled off your uniform and transformed your dress shirt into a long t-shirt and slipped into bed behind Draco. The clock on the opposite wall read 4:55 am and you silently groaned as you set the alarm for 7 sharp. A few lost hours of sleep would be worth it for his well-being. 

You slipped a hand around Draco’s abdomen and lightly kissed his head, nuzzling in deep to the comforting scent of apples and chestnut. 

A few hours later, the sharp ringing of an alarm woke you from your sleep. You all three groaned as you moved around the bed, disentangling limbs. Draco suddenly shot from the bed and almost tripped on his trousers before stumbling to the cabinet. 

“I wasn’t supposed to sleep! I have to finish this cabinet in time!” He pulled at the roots of his hair and you shot up from the bed, coming to grasp his hands and prevent him from hurting himself further. 

“Draco, baby, I fixed the cabinet.” It was as if he was in his own world and couldn’t hear you. 

“He’s going to kill me if I don’t get this done! I’ll have to skip classes again to make up for it,” He mumbled to himself. Theo joined you two and pulled Draco into his side who tried to push him away. 

“Draco! Listen to her!” 

Theo shoved his shoulders and turned him around to watch you. Draco lifted his eyebrows as if surprised to find you there and reached out a hand. 

“Darling, I’m sorry. I have to finish the cabinet. Let Theo take you to get ready and I’ll try to get you for lunch.” 

“Draco I fixed the cabinet.” His hand stilled mid-air and he blinked at you. 

“That’s not funny.” He narrowed his eyes. You huffed and stomped towards the cabinet, pulling the door open and then sealing yourself inside. You heard Draco yelling from the other side. 

“NO! Theo, let me go! She’s going to die!” There was a brief sound of struggling and then silence. 

You opened the door to find a different room and sighed, closing it once again. When you opened the door a second time, both boys stood with their mouths hanging open as you stepped out. 

“Now, no more worrying. It’s fixed. You will go to class and eat with us and sleep in our bed and you will not spend another moment worrying about this wretched furniture. Either of you.” You gave them both a pointed look. 

“How did you…why?” Draco sounded astonished and his eyes began to glass over. You placed a hand on each side of his head and kissed him gently before resting your foreheads together. 

“It was tearing you apart and I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to do something. It’s fixed now and you don’t have to worry about it for a while.” You placed another kiss on his forehead, then the tip of his nose, then each cheek, and finally another one on his lips. 

“Thank you. Both of you. I don’t know what I would do without you.” He extended a hand behind him for Theo who gladly took it and joined the embrace. The dark-haired wizard placed a kiss on both of your heads. 

“Now that that’s sorted, let's all go shower, together. Then we can eat, together. And then go to class, together. And when the day is done we’ll all take a nap, together.” You smiled and hummed, leaning into his side. 

“That sounds lovely. I’ve missed both of you.” Draco gave each of you a short kiss and tugged on your hands, leading you to the pile of clothes on the floor beside the bed. 

You each helped one another dress slowly, sharing small smiles and giggles. It wasn’t long before the three of you walked quietly through the halls together to the bathroom, desperate to be in each other's arms again. 

[dontpeevemeoff]

Tomarry/harrymort time travel fic rec

Worlds Beyond Death (189597 words) by GeMerope Chapters: 31/31 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter/Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Sirius Black/Severus Snape Characters: Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Hermione Granger, Quirinus Quirrell Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Do-Over, Slightly saner Voldemort, Enemies to Lovers, Master of Death Harry Potter, Alternate Universe - Reincarnation, Slow Burn, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Dark Harry Potter, Murder Husbands, Time Travel Fix-It Series: Part 1 of Beyond the Stars We Meet Again Summary: On the 2nd of May 1998, Britain was freed from its tyrant. Dozens fell in the fight for equality, justice and freedom. Dozens died in vain. For when technology triumphs over magic, Muggles attempt to wipe mages out, exactly as the Dark Lord had foretold. On the 4th of March 2007, Magical Britain ceases to exist. Desperate to undo the damage, Harry travels back in time to prevent Voldemort's demise. Only, things don't quite work out as intended, as he ends up being reborn in a world not entirely like his own with a tattoo of a red eye on the back of his hand. As small changes have a habit of doing, every distorted detail quickly snowballs far beyond recognition. Translation into Spanish available here: https://www.wattpad.com/1397379923-mundos-m%C3%A1s-all%C3%A1-de-la-muerte-gemerope-cap%C3%ADtulo-1 Translation into Brasilian Portuguese available here: https://www.wattpad.com/story/374000934?utm_source=ios&utm_medium=link&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details&wp_uname=Riddlxkjk Translation into Russian available here: https://ficbook.net/readfic/0189ee0b-9b71-73cf-b18b-537225f9af5b

[nidamae-approvedhpfanfics]

DragonKin

By Fyreheart

A slow burn Drarry AU you don't want to miss.

AU. During the summer between Harry's 5th and 6th year, an ancestor of Harry's discovers the last of the line has been mistreated and decides it's time to intercede.

Harry Potter, T, English, Friendship, chapters: 33, words: 157k+, favs: 12k+, follows: 5k+, updated: Jul 19, 2010 published: Oct 29, 2009, Harry P., Draco M.

[nyxsince2001]

Sometimes i sit at home and remember that Narcissa watched 3 of her boys get the mark.

Im not well.

[moonstarrzz]

i think i’ve seen this film before

and I didn’t like the ending

but it’s narcissa watching draco get the dark mark at the age of 16, and being reminded of regulus

[vawobefanart]

The old version of this drawing has been getting some attention recently and tbh it’s terribly ugly. Pls, don’t remind me of it by liking it. Like this one instead ♥️ it’s not perfect but it’s better.

I do enjoy putting the giant squid in the background. All though let’s be real: I’d be horrified waking up just to find this thing starring at me. Or any other of those creatures living in the lake for that matter 😭

[mourningliliesmorningglories]

that one gracie abrams song that goes “you know me, you know me” except it should be an edit of harry watching draco in sixth year

[bunny-1111]

No thoughts just the slytherin boys in uniform

im unwell