#draco malfoy x diggory!reader

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[sivyera]

nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.

[cloudybarnes]

Secret Admirer

Pairing: slytherin boys x reader

Summary: you never get mail in the morning, not until one day you receive a letter from an anonymous sender, a secret admirer. From that day forward, you’ve been getting letters, poems, and cute little notes each morning at breakfast. His words were sweet, and as you began to fall for them, your quest of figuring out who sent them only grew.

Word Count: 4.1k+

Masterlist

note: trying something new! basically I dont wanna spoil who her secret admirer is, so I’m gonna call it slytherin boys x reader hehe guess you’ll have to read til the end to see who sent her the letters ;)

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“Theodore Nott, I’m gonna kick your sorry ass!” You shouted. 

You reached across the table in the great hall where Theo sat directly in front of you. He had stolen all of the bacon off of your breakfast plate and refused to give it up. Mornings were always quite hectic at the slytherin table, but this was downright unacceptable.

“Nope,” he smirked as he popped a piece into his mouth, “they were all out when I went up for breakfast. This bacon is mine now, sweetheart.”

You huffed, and sat back down in your seat. “You’re ridiculous. If you weren’t so damn late all the time, maybe you would have had some bacon of your own.”

“Here (Y/N),” Enzo smiled from his seat right next to you. “You can have some of my bacon.” He picked the best looking pieces and put them on your plate. 

“Aw, Enzo!” You grinned as you picked a piece up and ate it happily. “This is why you're my best friend.”

“Hey!” Pansy shouted from the other side of you. “Thought I was your best friend.”

“You didn’t give up a piece of bacon for her,” Draco smirked, “you’ve been demoted.”

Mattheo gruffed. “Enzo, you’re kind of mean, you know that? (Y/N) complains she’s all out of bacon and you jump to give her a piece, but when I say I need someone to do my charms homework for me, you don’t even try to lift a finger.”

“Mattheo, how many times do I have to tell you,” Enzo said, “I’m never gonna do your homework. And it’s not fair to compare that to giving up a piece of bacon! I don't even like bacon all that much!”

“Dude!” Blaise gasped from next to Draco, “if you don’t like bacon you should have passed that down this way a long time ago.”

Pansy scoffed and shook her head. “I’m surrounded by idiots.”

“Hey,” you whined as you ate another piece of bacon, “I’m the least idiot of the bunch, right Pans?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, (Y/N/N).”

You grinned, about to rebuttal when the morning owl dropped an envelope in front of you.

“What’s this?” You questioned as you picked it up. 

“Uh, I think it’s quite obviously a letter, (Y/N/N).” Mattheo said as he stuffed his mouth full of bacon. “And, to think, you were trying to say you’re the least idiot of us.” He laughed.

“Oi,” Theo knocked his shoulder against Mattheo’s. “Leave her be. I’ve never seen her get a letter before, I’m curious.”

Draco shifted slightly in his seat. “Who’s it from, (Y/N/N)?”

“Nevermind who it’s from,” Blaise chuckled, “I wanna know what it says.”

“Why would you wanna know what it says and not know who it’s from?” Enzo asked, “That's like half the fun.”

You shrugged as you tore open the envelope. Opening the folds of the letter, your cheeks started to warm as you read what was inside. 

“What is it?” Pansy asked as she leaned closer, trying to catch a glimpse. 

“It says, uh,” you cleared your throat, a little bit flustered. “It says ‘people love to stare up at the stars, glimmering as they might in the night sky, yet everyone is too scared to enjoy the beauty that is the sun. you are my sun, and I would willingly go blind to catch even just a glimpse of you each day.’”

You friends all stared at you in shock. Draco, Blaise and Mattheo had their mouths hung open in shock. Enzo blushed a little bit, Theo had his eyebrows raised like he appreciated the words written on the page, and Pansy all but squealed as you read the letter. 

“Oh my god, I think I’m going to combust,” Pansy swooned. 

“Who’s it from?” Theo asked.

You shrugged, “I don’t know.” You flipped the letter to the back to see if it was signed at all. “It’s only signed with a heart.”

“That is so romantic!” Pansy squealed as she clasped her hands around your arm. “Our sweet (Y/N) has a secret admirer!”

“Wonder who it could be,” Draco said as he flicked his fingers in motion to hand him the letter. 

You complied, and passed the note to him. 

“I don’t know,” he said as he flipped it all around. “The handwriting sort of looks familiar.”

“Maybe it’s someone you know?” Theo suggested as he grabbed the letter from Draco’s hands. He took it upon himself to check it out a time or two before passing it to Mattheo’s eager grasp.

“I think it’s kind of funny,” Mattheo chuckled. “What if it’s some first year trying to make their move on you?”

You shuttered. “Merlin, I sure hope not. I honestly don’t think a first year would be able to write something so beautiful.”

“Yeah, no way,” Pansy shook her head. “Mattheo, you’re just jealous you weren’t the one who sent (Y/N) this letter. Maybe she’d give you a chance if you did something romantic, or just not annoying for once.”

“First,” Mattheo said, “ouch. Second, who says I’m not the one who wrote (Y/N) this love letter?”

“Mattheo, you wouldn’t know romance if it hit you with a ten foot pole.” Pansy said. 

“Hey!” Mattheo complained. “Someone tell her I’m romantic.”

“Hell no,” Draco scoffed. “You’re ‘bout as romantic as bloody boil, mate.” 

You laughed as Mattheo scrunched his face up. The bells chimed signaling the end of breakfast and the start of first class. 

“I’m not too worried about it,” you said as you stood and started packing your stuff up. “It’s just a little letter. No harm in it.”

“But you don’t want to know who sent it?” Pansy asked as she grabbed her belongings as well. 

You shrugged, “I don’t know yet. I’m not silly enough to expect something to come from this; it’s just a note. It could be a prank for all we know.” 

“No one who writes like that is doing it as a prank,” Theo remarked. 

“Well, still, whatever the reason may be, I’m not gonna go out looking for this person. No matter how sweet the words are.” You smiled, “I’m gonna head to class, bye guys.”

On your way to class, you couldn’t help but recite the words written in the letter. They had made your heart flutter, as stupid as that sounds. You slightly resented the way it made you feel as it was only a few measly words on paper, but the romantic part of you couldn’t help but want to know who was behind them. 

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In your last class of the day, you finally were able to see your good friend Luna Lovegood. You had been waiting all morning to have class with her so you can inform her of the letter you received that morning. 

“And it was just so poetic, Luna. No one has ever said anything like that about me before.”

She smiled at you as you mindlessly drew on your assignment. “I think it sounds quite lovely. Do you have any idea who it may be from?”

You shook your head. “No idea. I don’t even think I know anyone who writes, well, anything.” 

“What about that boy Enzo you always hang out with?” Luna suggested. “I’ve got him in my literature class, he’s very talented.”

You thought to yourself for a second. Could it be possible Enzo was your secret admirer? You’d been friends for so long, and he’d always be especially kind to you.

Well, he’s especially kind to everyone, now that you think about it. 

“I don’t know,” you honestly replied. “I guess I just never would have expected it to be one of my friends, let alone Enzo.”

“I wouldn’t rule out your group of friends,” Luna said with a smile, “it could really be any one of them.” 

“You think so?” 

“Well, maybe not all of them, but I think it could be a good place to start if you were wanting to figure out who it is.”

As you pondered over Luna’s words, Slughorn made it a point to reiterate there was no talking allowed during the assignment. 

You rolled your eyes and got back to work, waiting for this class to be over so you could finally figure out who wrote you the letter. 

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Back in the common room you saw Pansy, Draco, and Enzo sitting on the couches. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N)!” Pansy smiled as she scooted over and patted the spot next to her. “Find out anything new about your secret admirer?”

You smiled with a roll of your eyes as you sat with her. You kicked your shoes off and folded your legs under your body. “No, but I think I’ve got an idea brewing of how to find them.”

“Oh,” Draco smirked from the couch across from you. He folded his arms over his chest, “do tell, (Y/N), I’m very curious to see who it could be.” 

You shook your head, teasingly, “not a chance, Malfoy. I’m not giving up my secrets til I get to the bottom of this thing.” 

Draco raised his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, doll, if you wanna be secretive about your already secret admirer, I respect it.”

Enzo shifted in his seat a little uncomfortably. “It’s kind of strange though that they went out of their way to write something to you but kept it a secret. It just makes me a little apprehensive.”

“Oh, chill out, scaredy cat,” Pansy said. “(Y/N) will be fine, and if it’s someone weird at least she’s got us to look out for her.”

You grinned and wrapped your arms around Pansy’s neck. “Quit getting all sweet on me, Pans.”

She chuckled and playfully pushed you away. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not getting sweet, don’t get it twisted.”

You chuckled. “I think I’m gonna head up, got lots of scheming to get to,” you teased with a wiggle of your eyebrows. 

You stood up from the couch and Pansy stood with you. “Farewell, boys, it’s been awful as usual.” She said with a smirk. 

“Thank Salazar you’re leaving,” Draco said to her. “Your presence was such a nuisance.” 

Pansy snarled at him and dramatically turned away to head up the stairs. You and Enzo shared a short laugh before you followed her up the stairs to your shared bedroom. 

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The next morning, you were last to the dining hall for breakfast. 

“Finally, she makes it,” Mattheo called out before taking a swig of his orange juice. 

You huff and settle into your seat between Enzo and Pansy. “I know, I overslept something horrible this morning.”

Since you were so late, the kitchen staff had already stopped serving breakfast meaning you were going without this morning. 

Theo glanced at you from across the table and pushed his plate towards you. “Here,” he said, “take anything you want.”

You looked down at saw scrambled eggs, french toast, and sausage links on his plate. 

“Really?” You grinned as you grabbed a sausage link from his plate. 

Theo nodded, “yeah, can’t have you go without eating. Lord only knows what a monster you can be without food.” He teased with a small smirk. 

You crinkled your nose up at his and grabbed a piece of french toast as well. “I’m gonna let that slide since you were nice enough to give up your breakfast. Don’t make me regret my kindness.”

Theo chuckled and pulled his plate back to him, glancing up at you before delving back into his plate. 

Mattheo tried to reach his hand over to Theo’s plate but was met with a slap on the wrist. 

“Ow!” Mattheo said as he cradled his wrist in fake hurt. “Theo, how could you? I thought we had something special.”

Theo rolled his eyes. “You got more food on your plate then the rest of us combined. I think you’ll be alright.”

You chuckled, but a thought crept into your mind. “Hey, guys, uh, did the post come today?” You asked. 

Draco raised his eyebrow with a smirk. “Waiting for another letter, are we?”

Your face burned as you shrugged your shoulders. “I don’t know. I kinda wanna get to the bottom of who it is.” 

“You’ll find ‘em, (Y/N/N),” Pansy said, “even if I have to interrogate everyone we know. We’ll get down to the bottom of it.” 

Just as she said that, the morning owl came swooping down towards you and dropped a small slip of paper in front of you. 

Draco smirked, “Looks like someone really wants your attention, (Y/N/N).”

You tried to hold back your smile as you unfolded the small post it note. 

You couldn’t help the smile on your face as you read out to them, “'I love to see you smile, especially when you’re smiling at me.’ Aw, that’s kind of sweet, actually.”

“Don’t tell me you’re starting to get sweet for this mystery man,” Blaise interrupts. 

You shrug as you fold the note back up. “I don’t know, it is pretty sweet, no? And this must mean it’s someone I know personally because they said I smile at them.”

“Oh Godric,” Mattheo grinned, “you’ve fallen for a mystery man.”

“No I haven’t!” You protest. “I just think it’s sweet and now I know it’s someone I’m friends with and not some creepy first year.” 

“Wait,” Theo said, “how do you know it’s someone you’re friends with?”

“Because it says I smile at them,” you said obviously. “Who else do I smile at?”

“(Y/N), I hate to break it to you,” Pansy said as she placed a hand on your shoulder, “but you’re the most smiley slytherin I’ve ever met.”

You shrugged off her hand with a fake glare. “Hey! Give me some credit, I can be bad sometimes.”

Enzo chuckled, this is the first time he spoke all conversation. “You’re too sweet to be bad, (Y/N/N).”

You grinned and playfully bumped your shoulder against his. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I just know it’s someone I know. I can feel it. It’s not some random person, it can’t be.” 

The bell rang, signaling the end of breakfast. You and your friends stood up to leave. You couldn’t help but think about the notes you received, pondering on who it could possibly be. 

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“Post is running late this morning,” Draco noted as the clock struck 8:26 with no sight of the morning owl. 

You were a tad disappointed. You had pondered all day yesterday about who it could be. You’ve narrowed it down quite a bit, and you think Luna may be on to something. While you don’t exactly think for sure that it’s Enzo, you do think you’ve narrowed it down to your group of close friends. 

You really just can’t see anyone else knowing you well enough to be this fascinated with you. The only one out of your friend group that you completely had ruled out is Blaise. 

Blaise was definitely out because out of the whole friend group, he was the least close with you. Frankly, you guys just don’t talk nearly as much as you talk to the rest of them. 

“Great,” Mattheo gruffed, “how will I be entertained this morning without (Y/N)‘s secret stalker and his confession of love.”

Okay, maybe Mattheo was out too. 

“Oi,” Theo piped up. “Don’t knock it too hard, (Y/N) seems to be enjoying herself with the letters.” 

You blushed a little as you shrugged. “I don’t want to seem weird by how invested I am in it, but I just think it’s sweet. No one’s ever really expressed this kind of feeling for me, so… you know,” you shrugged awkwardly, your face definitely beet red by now. 

“Well I for one am extremely invested in this,” Pansy said. “I’m lowkey jealous that I’m not the one with a secret admirer. What I wouldn’t give for someone to think of me that way.” 

“Maybe someday someone will like you, Pansy,” Enzo said reassuringly. 

“We might all be dead by the time that happens, but who knows, it might happen,” Mattheo said. 

Pansy gasped with a glare. “Wow what crawled up your ass this morning?”

Mattheo shrugged and focused his attention back to his breakfast plate. 

“Anyway,” Draco said, “I’m intrigued as well. I think I’ve got an idea who it could be, but I'm not quite positive.” 

You parked up at that. “Really? Who’s your guess?”

Draco smirked, “Wouldn’t you like to know.” He teased. 

You glared at him, “Malfoy, if you know who it is you better spill.”

“I’m not saying I know who it is, I’m just saying I have a hunch at who it may be.”

“Oh!” Enzo exclaims as he points up in the air, “here comes the owl.”

You grin in anticipation as the owl drops a little note down in front of you. It was a larger note than yesterday, but this time it didn’t have something sweet written on it. 

It had a clue. 

“It just says ‘being your friend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, though I’d be lying if I said i didn’t want to be more.’” You read. 

“So it is one of you!” Pansy shouted as she pointed her finger towards everyone at the table. 

Draco smirked, “that was my hunch. ‘Had a feeling it was one of these blokes.”

“And who says it’s not you, Malfoy?” Mattheo questioned with a raise of his brow. 

“Please,” Draco scoffed, “if I wanted to woo (Y/N) she’d be mine by now.” 

“Oh big talk from down that end,” Pansy rolled her eyes. 

“I could get anyone I want,” Draco puffed his chest. “I don’t need to be anonymous to do so.” 

“Hey, don’t hate on my letters, Draco.” You complained. “Least they got the balls to say something.” 

“Barely counts as having balls when they won’t even say who they are.” Mattheo countered. 

You huffed as your table fell into somewhat of a silence. Conversations picked up without you as your thoughts trailed off. 

Theo had been extremely quiet this entire time. While he was never the chatter bug, it was odd having gone almost the entire breakfast without hearing from him. 

As everyone else was engaged in conversation, you stared at the boy sitting across from you. His head was down as he played with his breakfast, pushing it around with his fork. 

You lightly kicked his leg under the table. 

Theo’s head perked up. His eyes stared into yours, and for a moment, you couldn’t remember what you wanted to say to the boy. 

His eyebrow raised in question as a small smirk glazed his lips. 

You blushed a little. “I-uh just wanted to see if you were alright. You didn’t really say too much the whole time we’ve been here.”

Theo shrugged as his smile dropped. “yeah, just don’t got too much input.” 

Your heart swelled. You really had turned each morning to revolve around you and your secret pen pal. 

“Sorry, Theo. I didn't mean to annoy you with all my talk of the letters.”

He shook his head. “You could never annoy me, doll.” 

Your heart beat like crazy. 

“Still, though, I feel bad about how much I’ve put into this. Let’s talk about something else.” You offered, “how’s class going?”

Theo chuckled and ran a hand through his tousled hair. “Shit. I’m drowning in assignments and got two quizzes coming up that I’m just not ready for.” 

The bell rang. 

Theo groaned. “Got one next class. I think I might skip, though. Give myself some more time to prepare for it.”

As everyone started walking out of the dining hall, you grabbed Theo’s arm and pulled him back. 

His eyes widened slightly, but quickly reverted back to normal. 

“Maybe I‘ll skip with you,” you said, “if you’ll have me, that is. I can help you study. What class is it?”

Theo hesitated. “It’s, uh, herbology. ‘m not very good with plants and all that.”

You grinned, “I can help! I’m not too bad with flowers and plants.”

Theo nodded, “yeah, I could really use the help.”

“Okay, you wanna go to the library then?”

Theo shook his head. “I’ve got a good spot. Come on.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you with him. 

You followed him all the way out to the courtyard towards the opposite end of the school. You walked until you reach a large bench with intricate designs on the backing and arm rests. 

Theo took a seat. “Figured this would be good as any. Least now we can look at some plants up close, eh?”

You chuckled and took a seat next to him. “Yeah, sounds great, Theo. You got your textbook?”

He nodded and dug through his bag to pull it out. Once he handed it to you, you started flipping through the pages to get to the important material. 

“I’ve got the herbology exam 4th period, so I can help you study and it’ll help me study too! Win, win.”

Theo grinned and ran a hand through his hair. “Sounds good, doll.”

Your cheeks blushed. You couldn’t help the smile that graced your face. “I like when you call me doll.”

Your smile dropped. “Oh, geez, I did not mean to say that out loud.”

Theo’s face remained blank. That just made you more nervous. 

“Great, now I’ve weirded you out.” You exasperated. “I’m really sorry, Theo, I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m not weirded out, doll.” He cut you off. “Was just a little stunned is all. Didn’t expect you to say something like that.”

You thought your face couldn’t get any hotter than it already was, but somehow it did. 

“Well, still,” you mumbled as you looked down at the textbook again, “sorry.”

Theo sat for a minute, watching as you flipped through the book. Your eyebrows furrowed a little in aggravation. You were annoyed at yourself for how stupid you were being. It was Theo for Salazar sake. 

Though, you couldn’t help but admire the boy. He was gorgeous, for one, but he was also charming and witty. He was sweet and generous. You couldn’t deny you were attracted to him, but you had never thought he would see you in the same light. 

“(Y/N)?” Theo called. 

You looked up into his eyes. 

Theo stared at you, taking in each one of your features. Your eyes, your lips, your nose. You shifted a little, way too aware of his gaze on you. 

“Theo?” You called back. His gaze shifted back to your eyes. 

Before you could say anything, he softly spoke, “I’m the one sending you those letters, (Y/N/N).” 

You stared at him in shock. 

No way. 

“Y-you’re the one who wrote me the letters?” 

He slowly nodded his head. Theo’s lip was drawn in between his teeth. “Is, uh, are you disappointed?”

“What?” you exclaimed. 

He shrugged, “I mean, you just really seemed to like the letters, and I know you wanted to know who it was, so I just hope I haven’t disappointed you in the revelation.”

You shook your head. “Actually, it’s quite the opposite.”

Theo’s head shot up to look at you. “Really?”

You smiled and nodded. “Mhm, I like you Theo. I have for a while now, actually, I just thought you’d never give a chance.”

He laughed. “You thought I’d never give you a chance? I thought you’d never give me a chance.”

You laughed loudly together. When it finally subsided to quiet chuckles, you said,  “I really like you, Theo.”

Theo’s smile grew. In a quick moment, he grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in for a kiss. 

You gasped against his lips, and wrapped your arms around his neck as you kissed him back. His textbook fell off your lap as he pulled you closer by the waist. 

You kissed him until you couldn’t kiss anymore. Finally pulling back, Theo’s grin was the cutest thing you’ve ever seen, even with his lips a little puffy from your kiss. 

“I really like you, Theodore.”

He grinned, “I really like you, more (Y/N).”

[noelan1]

Do you ever read a really questionable fanfiction or a spicy love story and think "what the fuck did I just read"

[ryrywrites]

Harry Potter P Links Pt. 2

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minors, do not interact. the links below contain porn and graphic nudity. you are responsible for your own media consumption, understanding that the links below contain porn and should not be opened in public. I will block minors who interact. All characters are 18+.

A/N: Y'all are Harry Potter fiends. Down horrendously bad 😭. Here you go, it usually doesn't take me this long to make these but there are a thousand Harry Potter boys omfg. Enjoy!

𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝑷𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓

❃ Harry interlocks his fingers with yours while eating your cunt

❃ His first time giving, your first time receiving

❃ Harry's favorite position will always you riding his face until you're shaking, cum dripping down your legs

❃ He loves a good, slow fuck after a long day

𝑹𝒐𝒏 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ pushing you against a wall while he gives you backshots

❃ his cock is so sensitive when you touch him like this

❃ Yours and Ron's size difference was devastating

❃ Ron loves putting his sharp tongue to work

𝑪𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚

❃ leg-shaking, rough missionary with Ced

❃ you're just trying to make dinner when...

❃ the arch he has you in is so intense, you'll have back problems for life

❃ Cedric can always tell when you need a good fuck

𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ back arching while he consumes your pussy

❃ spanking you to remind you who you belong to

❃ Fred's punishing rhythm after a fight is unreal

❃ Fred can definitely handle all that ass

𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑾𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚

❃ his thighs are burning from pounding you in the shower

❃ George is desperate to get you off

❃ taking his dad's car for midnight rides always leads to this

❃ doggy will always be his favorite position

𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒐 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒇𝒐𝒚

❃ Backshots with Draco in his mansion

❃ Draco allows you to grind back on his cock

❃ Draco loves when you wear lingerie sets for him

❃ he enjoys the sound of his balls slapping against your ass

𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒐 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒍𝒆

❃ Mattheo needs to hold your hands while he gives you head

❃ beating your pussy with his fingers while he grips your throat and pulls your hair

❃ the way he finger fucks you right before he slides if in his heavenly

❃ Mattheo can't help but bury his seed deep inside you

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒕

❃ burying his fingers deep in your cunt

❃ sloppy toppy with Theo while he fingers you

❃ his teasing tongue has you crying

❃ he's always very tender with hair pulling

𝑬𝒏𝒛𝒐 𝑩𝒆𝒓𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆

❃ Fucking in the forbidden forest

❃ rough fuck after he spanked you raw

❃ you're on your knees, getting drilled from the back

❃ he enjoys a different version of mutual masturbation

[nottyoursbutmine]

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*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Harry Potter Series *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

smut = ❤️‍🔥 (please note I may forget to add the heart, so read the tags yourself)

This masterlist is mostly for my own use, but also serves as a recommendation to anyone who stumbles upon this blog, and an archive in case any fics are deleted or blogs go inactive. If you would like your fic removed please message me.

Harry's Era

Cedric Diggory

tags: #cedricdiggory No Disturbances - @rainydayathogwarts Golden Daffodils - @hirayalore "Seven Billion Smiles" - @deusfoundry Plain Sight - @softboyluvr Just You - @mirclealignr Godsend - @pariahsparadise Woes of a Prefect - @wondernimbus Fate - @wondernimbus Once Upon a Time - @wondernimbus A Ghost Story - @wondernimbus Silly Girl - @cauliflowertree Gold Rush - @irrevocableloves

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Charlie Weasley

tag: #charlieweasley Burrow In My Heart - @sleepy-skye Bloody Introductions - @yasministration

Draco Malfoy

tags: #dracomalfoy Veritaserum - @wondernimbus The Minister's Niece - @mysterioushogwartsrequests

Fred Weasley

tags: #fredweasley The Desired Slip-Up - @mysterioushogwartsrequests You Belong with Me - @mssorceressupreme Anything - @ibbythebee Just One Smile - @lqveharrington

George Weasley

tags: #georgeweasley Home - @wondernimbus Meet the Weaslys - @wondernimbus Luck on Our Side - @thimbleandakiss

Harry Potter

tags: #boywholived He's Like a Poem I Wish I Wrote - @fear-less Dance Practice - @junezsq So Obvious - @junezsq More Than A Name | Part 2 (feat. Remus) - @got-the-cheese-touch note: all time fave Injured - @hollowdeath

Hermione Granger

tags: #hermionegranger Unspoken - @nickeverdeen Summer Lovin' - @panandinpain0 I Wanna Kiss Your Lips - @cauliflowertree

Neville Longbottom

tags: #nevillelongbottom Hospital Wing Hermits - @ibbythebee

Oliver Wood

tags: #oliverwood The Hate Game | Part 2- @heartthrobin C'est Magnifique - @wondernimbus "Cupid Twins" - @mysterioushogwartsrequests

Percy Weasley

tags: #percyweasley Quiet ❤️‍🔥 - @vanillesuiker Gatherings at the Burrow - @mastermindmiko

Seamus Finnigan

tags: #seamusfinnigan Green-Eyed - @ibbythebee

Marauders Era

Barty Crouch Jr.

tags: #bartycrouchjr Restless Silence - @bartonomy Tow the Line - @crescenthistory And if I Said I Could Love You, Would It Land? - @bartonomy

James Potter

tags: #prongs Begin Again - @maraudersilver Book Thief - @wondernimbus A Glimpse Beneath the Veil - @bartonomy Just My Luck - @thatdammchickennugget

Quirinus Quirrell

tags: #profquirrell Quirinus Quirrell | Reader - @delusioniste

Regulus Arcturus Black

tag: #regulusblack Tired - @wondernimbus Pause to Breathe | Part 2 - @ellecdc Tryst - @dragonfruitramune Le Coup de Foudre - @prythiansprincess "The sunshine to his clouds" - @ellecdc Dulcet - @dragonfruitramune

Remus Lupin

tags: #moony Moonlight and Mending | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 - @evermoreness note: this series can get repetitive It's Nice to Have a Friend - @crescenthistory Steady - @thatdammchickennugget "Rotten Company" - @ellecdc Mistletoe - @cassielovesdeadwizards I Want You | Part 2 - @laufeysvalentine Hear Me Howling - @ghostedgwen Let's Stop Pretending - @freakingholland The Wolf With the Red Roses - @deathmybride note: that's me! Starry-Eyed Fear (feat. Sirius) - @crescenthistory

Sirius Black

tags: #padfoot Starry Skies, Starry Eyes - @mysterioushogwartsrequests The Bet - @evermoreness A Drop in the Ocean - @wondernimbus Those Were Your Rules - @ellecdc Puppy Love - @delicrieux The One Where You Guess - @777heavengirl

[starzioo]

Yall ever seen a man so fine you like genuinely start tweaking out. Like you tweak out so bad to where you just

[phas3d]

Back W/ Your Ex || Slytherin Boys

type :: crack, fluff

tw/cw :: pubes (mattheo), grooming mention (theodore)

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire,

summary :: you post a tweet with your toxic ex who's now technically your boyfriend again... 🐍 :: masterlist!

DRACO MALFOY

TOM RIDDLE

MATTHEO RIDDLE

THEODORE NOTT

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

thank you for reading ! 🐍 :: masterlist!

[thisfeelslike-iykyk]

love languages ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

hp boys x reader (ft. harry potter, ron weasley, fred weasley, draco malfoy, cedric diggory, remus lupin, sirius black, james potter, tom riddle) backtrack: "the feels", twice inspiration: my post for pjo (here) that has the same concept

harry potter

giving: acts of service

harry always fights to protect those he loves, lest we forget the battle in the department of mysteries to “save” sirius, and even those he could not care less about (ahem draco). he’s self sacrificing, literally walking to his own death in the last book to save everyone else. and on a day to day basis, he goes out of his way to include or be nice to everyone, especially those who don’t really have friends, like luna or neville. he’s less about grand gestures and sappy love, instead preferring to care for his loved ones in practical ways.

receiving: words of affirmation

before harry went to hogwarts and met his friends, he literally received no love. petunia, vernon, and dudley would emotionally and physically abuse him. for that reason, I think harry would really appreciate someone praising him or just simply saying an “I appreciate you” or even “I love you”. also for that reason, I think physical touch might be a receiving love language for harry too.

ron weasley

giving: acts of service

oh gosh here we go, I already know there’s going to be so many “acts of service” guys on here. ron’s one of the most loyal people in the series, he’s always there for his friends and he is super selfless and protective of them. curse the movies for taking away his moment where he stands up on a broken leg to protect harry from a literal serial killer (well not really, but they didn’t know it at the time). he’s not the most, uh, articulate should we say, but he always helps his friends out.

receiving: words of affirmation

growing up in a family as big as his, ron got cast aside a lot. I mean, his literal deepest desire was to be noticed by others and not be overshadowed. and deep down he definitely knew that his family loved him, it was just kind of hard to see sometimes since his parents’ and siblings’ attention was always so divided. (side note, as an only child I could not imagine being in a family of ron’s size; one of my best friends has two sisters and she’s one of the nicest people I know, and I definitely think there’s a correlation) so if someone were to finally notice him and genuinely love him for who he is and tell him that, it would make him so happy. finally, he’s enough as he is. finally, he feels like someone loves him.

fred weasley

giving: quality time

quality time and acts of service are the big ones for fred. he’s willing to put himself into dangerous situations during the war (rip fred weasley, you deserved better) and the battle of seven potters. besides that, he thrives on bringing people together and making connections. he’s super friendly to everyone, a classic jokester, and he shows his love through the time he spends around people, especially george. they were always together. it hurts that they can't be anymore.

receiving: quality time

fred spent like all of his time with george when they were first starting weasleys’ wizard wheezes. granted, that was because starting a business takes a lot of time and effort, but it shows how fred is willing to spend time focusing on his passions. that led me to think he’d find it super important to spend time with his loved ones, and he would want his partner to spend a lot of time with him too. he uses humor as a defense mechanism and a coping mechanism, but deep down he knows that the war is actually dangerous and will have real consequences, such as bill getting mauled or george losing an ear. (or, you know, FRED LOSING HIS LIFE.) so he treasures every little moment with his loved ones.

draco malfoy

giving: acts of service

thinking about this was actually really hard. draco’s such a cold person, and he’s never shown love; all his selfless actions can be chalked up to fear and having no choice. so I had to look at when and why he married astoria. and this meant dipping into the cursed child, which I’ve never read fully but have read enough to be able to say I hate it and I don’t accept it. he truly did love astoria, even when his relationship with his parents suffered because of it. he became a better person because of astoria--miss  girl really said “I can fix him”. he even went so far as to disregard his father’s wishes when he wanted to let the malfoy line die with him. so I think when he really does find someone he loves, draco can be a pretty selfless person.

receiving: words of affirmation

gosh, just how much do people suck up to him? he was treated like a king in his early hogwarts years, and he loved it. I think the deeper reason is that he grew up without a ton of verbal affection from his family, so that’s something he craves from other places--a partner, or peers. the first time he hears an “I love you”, he’d be absolutely shocked and maybe turn cold or shut down. after some time and patience from both of you, he’d slowly begin to accept praise or loving words. if he’s feeling brave, he may even reciprocate them. only when it’s in the middle of the night and he’s pretty sure you’re asleep, though.

cedric diggory

giving: quality time

cedric spent a lot of time with cho when they were together; they would always go on dates and spend a lot of time together in between classes. it shows how much he values spending time with his loved ones. another giving love language of his is definitely quality time, because cedric is 100% a giver. he tipped harry off about the golden egg. he wanted harry to take the cup when they were in the maze. he’s just such a nice guy.

receiving: physical touch

this is for two reasons. one because I want it to be, and two because did you see his face when rita skeeter ruffled his hair in the movie? the guy was not having it, but I bet if the right person did it he’d be all blushy and smiley. also when harry went to the courtyard to tell him about the dragons, he was literally laying in his friend’s lap. and I can’t remember correctly, but wasn’t it said that he and cho would constantly hold hands? yeah. enough said.

remus lupin

giving: acts of service

remus does so much for others. he was one of the best defense against the dark arts professors for a reason. and even if his competition wasn’t so poor, I’m sure he would’ve been just as popular. he’s a natural mentor and caregiver, always there for others and sometimes neglecting his own needs because of it. he engages with his students on a personal level, especially harry, and he is always willing to put himself in danger for others, as seen in the battle of seven potters and the battle of hogwarts.

receiving: words of affirmation

this and quality time. for quality time, he spent a lot of time with his friends in school, and he spent a lot of time with harry when he was the datda professor. this time really helped grow his relationships and helped him feel close to his newfound family. as for words of affirmation, I think it’s obvious; as a kid, he never really had friends, and as a result he secretly yearns for encouragement and emotional support. kind words and whispered promises that everything will be okay. that is how remus lupin feels loved.

sirius black

giving: quality time

sirius spent so much time with his friends when he was young. he had a really rocky relationship with his family, so he gave all of his love to his friends. he and james were practically inseparable, they had such a nice connection. on top of that, after barely any human interaction for twelve whole years in azkaban, he treasures every single moment he has with his loved ones. it’s like every time he and his partner are together, he looks at them and can hardly believe this is real. but it is real. he’s out of azkaban, he’s free, and he has such an amazing partner to spend the rest of his life with. that’s decades! (I can’t with sirius’s death, I--no. he did not die.)

receiving: words of affirmation

sirius spent his childhood and adult life being rejected and ridiculed. that’s got to hurt, especially when he was literally in azkaban for something he didn’t do. he was so deprived of love and general human interaction for twelve years that I imagine he’d initially be kind of awkward or even scared when his partner first shows him love through praise or verbal affection. after a while though, he’d warm up and hopefully show that youthful, happy side of him again. also, he’d probably be big on quality time, since he got none of it at all during his azkaban years.

james potter

giving: words of affirmation

ah, finally someone who’s not acts of service or quality time! at this point I think maybe it’s just me. james is teasing and playful with his words; he’s very vocal about his affection and appreciation for his friends and loved ones. he did, after all, ask lily out pretty much every time he saw her. not at all like remus, who is a love letters and secret admirer kind of guy.

receiving: words of affirmation

james loved hearing praise and support. especially when he was in school. fuel his ego. that’s it.

tom riddle

giving: words of affirmation

I don’t think voldemort could physically feel love. I sometimes wonder if tom riddle and voldemort were different people, and honestly that’s a can of worms I don’t want to get into right now. I believe there’s some sort of theory that he can’t feel love because he was conceived while his dad was under a love potion? I have no idea. the important thing is that we all know how good tom riddle was at manipulating people. flattery gets you nowhere, they say, well clearly not if you’re tom marvolo riddle, because flattery got him everywhere. so he would use words to flatter people and show his admiration or appreciation of them, but was any of it actually real? I doubt it.

receiving: words of affirmation

honestly kind of the same deal with draco, but he's a lot worse. he wants to be treated like a king--scratch that, he wants to be treated like a god. he craves affirmation for his greatness and abilities. all his followers praise him endlessly, calling him “my lord” and sucking up to him. he also wanted his ideologies to be affirmed and supported by others. let’s face it, words of affirmation were just another way for him to prove to himself that he’s the greatest.

just a heads up guys, I'm so tired as I'm writing this so it was unedited

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taglist: @loveinalocket, @raysmayhem-72, @stars-tonight, @toooster, @soft-likethesunset, @sheisntyou

[7s3ven]

HARRY POTTER... masterlist

[ full masterlist ]

who i write for ,

Harry Potter - Slytherin gang (fancast too), Golden trio, Tom Riddle, Cedric Diggory, Weasley twins

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tom riddle... OBSESSION

IN WHICH… Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesn’t expect is him falling in love.

theodore nott... ONE CUP OF COFFEE

IN WHICH… Theodore Nott can’t stand the idea of actually falling in love but he finds himself questioning his choices after a rather comforting conversation with a Hufflepuff.

theodore nott... THE IDEA OF US

IN WHICH… the saddest thing in a relationship is knowing you met the wrong person at the wrong time yet you still can’t let them go.

theodore nott... BACK TO THE START

IN WHICH… theodore nott is dating the perfect girl, yet prefers to keep her hidden from his friends.

'23 CHRISTMAS SERIES

tom riddle... LAST CHRISTMAS

IN WHICH… Tom can’t fall in love, he shouldn’t fall in love. So why does he love Y/N L/N with her yellow robes, doe eyes, and her obsession with snow so much that he’d kill anyone in his path to get to her?

( last christmas - wham! )

harry potter... BUY ME PRESENTS

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.

( buy me presents - sabrina carpenter )

oliver wood... ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU

IN WHICH… Nothing would make Oliver Wood happier than getting a new broom as his Christmas present. That, or Y/N Malfoy finally noticing him. When the two collide at Hogsmeade, Oliver is overjoyed. Perhaps this Christmas, he’ll get two gifts.

( all i want 4 christmas is u - mariah carey )

cedric diggory... CINDY LOU WHO

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N helps her crush and longtime best friend, Cedric Diggory, get with another girl. Deep down, she knows she’ll never be the bright and bubbly girl Cedric wants. She’ll always be the cunning snake with a knack for starting fights.

( cindy lou who - sabrina carpenter )

draco malfoy... SANTA, TELL ME

IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.

( santa, tell me - ariana grande )

[blac-ivy]

Bitches complain about fandoms being dead but don't post about it themselves. Or even encourage the 4 or 5 writers breaking their backs carrying that fandom, with a like, a reblog or comment. You just want to consume the work and energy of others and can't even replenish their energy by showing your appreciation. The very least you can do for someone who provides entertainment or comfort or joy through their posts is give them a little ❤️

[cloudybarnes]

new beginnings

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo very unexpectantly breaks up with you, you try your best to pick yourself back up and move on. theo, on the other hand, seems to be having a harder time of that.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Masterlist

part two :)

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“(Y/N), you’ve got to get out of bed at some point.” Hermione said. She was sitting on the side of your bed while you laid fully wrapped under the covers. Hermione gently tugged the blanket down from your chin, but you whined a little in protest. 

“‘Mione, I seriously can’t do this yet.”

Theo, your boyfriend of over a year had broken up with you only a few short days ago. You’d been in bed ever since, heartbroken over what could have been. 

“(Y/N), I know you’re upset, but you have to get up. I can’t let you live the rest of your life in bed! Don’t you know how badly your bum would hurt from laying all of your life?” Hermione joked. 

A small smile grew on your lips. “Yeah, that would be pretty tragic. I have too nice of a butt to let that happen.”

Hermione laughed. “There she is! I’ve missed your little jokes. Ron and Harry have become quite boring without you around. I think they’re worried about you.” 

You groaned. “Nooo. I hate when people worry about me. It’s just so awkward when I have to be like ‘I’m fine’, ‘no really, I’m fine’.”

Hermione shrugged. “Well, are you?”

You sighed, pulling the covers down from your chin. You looked up at her, a forlorn look on your face. “Definitely not, but I suppose you’re right. I don’t want to be stuck in here for the rest of my life. I just, I just don’t think I can handle seeing him right now.”

Hermione looked at you sadly. “I know. I hate seeing you so upset like this. God, what I would do to put a hex on that boy. He’s quite deserving of it, I would say. Maybe a rat’s tail, or a snake tongue.”

You giggled and sat up in bed. “Or how about we make him bald, or worse, blonde.” 

Hermione laughed at that. “Oh, Godric, then we’d have another Draco running around. I don’t think I could handle that.”

“Me either,” you laughed. Slowly, your smile dropped. “I just hate him. Well, no, I don’t hate him. And I hate that! I hate that even after breaking my heart I still love him and long for him.”

Hermione sighed, “I’m sorry, (Y/N/N), I wish I could say something or do something to make this better, I just really don’t know what.”

You shrugged, “yeah, it is what it is. It’s not your fault he’s an ass.”

She chuckled. “So, what do you say? You wanna try to get down to the great hall before dinner starts? I’m sure the guys would like to see you again.” 

You thought it over for a minute. You really had missed your friends. Other than Hermione, you’d ostracized yourself from everyone just to avoid Theo. 

But were you really ready to see him again? You didn’t think you would ever be ready to see him again. 

“You know what,” you stated, “I am gonna go to dinner tonight. And I’m gonna ignore him and see my friends who I’ve missed and ignore the hell out of him because he’s an ass and why should I be the one who has to stay in bed all day?”

“Woohoo!” Hermione cheered. “You’re amazing, let’s get you showered and dressed. I hate to say it, but if you’re gonna get back into the world, you need to wash your hair.” 

You chuckled as you picked up a piece of hair to inspect it. “Yeah, okay. Shower first, look really pretty, eat dinner, come back. Piece of cake.” 

You pushed the covers off of you as Hermione stood from the bed. 

She said, “I’m gonna grab your clothes, so just get in the shower. We shouldn’t be too late to dinner that way.”

You nodded and headed to the bathroom. You were gonna go in there, socialize with your friends, reassure them you were fine, and everything would go back to normal. You hoped. 

✰  ✰  ✰

“(Y/N)!” Ginny shouted as you and Hermione made it to the Gryffindor table. She stood up from her seat and pulled you right into a hug. 

Releasing the breath you didn’t know you were holding, you smiled and held her even tighter in the hug. Ginny was an amazing friend to you. She had tried her best to see you, but you didn’t let anyone in. Only Hermione since she shared the room with you. 

Pulling away, Ginny dragged you to sit down next to her. Hermione followed suit and sat on the other side of you. “Oh, we’ve missed you so much, (Y/N/N). We’ve all been so worried about you, haven’t we?”

Harry and Ron sat across from you. They both nodded their heads, agreeing with Ginny. 

“Yeah, what an ass,” Ron scoffed. “Honestly, someone needs to knock that bloke down from his high horse. He doesn’t know what he’s missing, (Y/N/N).”

“Yeah,” Harry replied as he pushed some mashed potatoes in his mouth. “Theodore is a walking red flag. I for one am not sorry for him. He lost a good girl and he’s gonna regret what he’s done.”

You smiled at them. “Yeah, I am pretty awesome. Thanks guys.”

They chuckled and continued eating. Merlin knows those two could eat an entire quidditch field full of food. 

“Ahem,” a throat cleared from behind you. 

Turning around, you saw Enzo standing there sheepishly. 

“Uh,” he stuttered, “hey, (Y/N).” 

“Oh,” you said. “Uh, hi Enzo. Do you need something?” You couldn’t hide the crack in your voice. Damn it.

Enzo was probably your favorite of Theo's friends. He was always the one you had most in common with, and therefore connected with pretty easily. You’d never hung out one on one, so you couldn’t really say he was your friend. 

“I-no I don’t need something, per say. I just wanted to talk to you. Alone, if, uh, that’s alright.” 

You looked back at your friends, unsure if you should talk with him or not. They all seemed to be the same amount of weary as you were, but you were intrigued. 

“I don’t really want to talk to Theo, if that’s what this is.”

Enzo shook his head. “No! Ahem, no. I wanted to talk to you. To, uh, apologize kind of? I don’t know. It’s fine if you don’t wanna talk to me, this was silly, I’m sorry-“

“It’s fine, Enzo,” you cut off his rambling. “I’ll speak with you.” You looked back at your friends as you stood up from the table. “I’ll be right back.”

They nodded their heads as you let Enzo lead you away from the table and out the door. 

Once you two stood out in the hallway, Enzo kind of just shuffled his feet around, almost as if he was shying away from talking to you. 

“Am I supposed to say something first?” You questioned, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, sorry,” he said as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I just feel a little awkward. I know what happened between you and Theo, but I guess I just hoped that didn’t mean we couldn’t be friends anymore.”

Your eyes softened a little at his confession. Enzo’s cheeks blushed a little as you stared at him. 

You sighed. You and Enzo really had been good friends, and you weren’t exactly keen on losing his friendship. 

“I mean,” he continued, “you’re the only one who doesn’t make fun of my poetry, you’re the one I go to when I want to talk about books or get recommendations from, and I just would hate to lose our friendship just because I’m friends with Theo as well.”

Your heart melted. “Enzo, of course I still want to be friends with you. I will admit, I was a little nervous you wouldn’t want to talk to me anymore after Theo broke up with me. I really enjoy being your friend.”

Enzo smiled in relief. “Oh good. I thought this would be more awkward and a little bit more sad than how it’s actually going.”

You giggled. “Thank god. I don’t know what I would have done if I just had a real breakup as well as a friendship breakup.”

Enzo smiled awkwardly. “Yeah, I am really sorry about that. I don’t know why he would ever break up with you in the first place. You’re so kind, and I thought you brought the best out in him.”

You forced an awkward smile. You really did not want to be talking about Theo right now, especially not about how you made him a better person. 

Before you could reply, a voice yelled out from behind you. 

“Oi!”

Turning around, you could see Theo storming up towards you and Enzo. 

“What the fuck, mate?” Theo huffed as he got in between you and Enzo. 

“Woah!” You shouted, backing up as Theo got up into Enzo’s face.  “Theo, what are you doing?”

He ignored you and kept talking to Enzo. “Are you hitting on my girlfriend? Right after all the shit we just went through?”

“What?” Enzo squeaked. “I’m not hitting on her, I was just talking to her.”

You were pissed. Your fists balled up at your sides as you stomped up to Theo. You grabbed onto his shoulder and yanked him away from Enzo. Theo didn’t see it coming, so he stumbled and fell back a couple of steps. 

“Get the hell away from him,” you growled. “And what the fuck is wrong with you, Theodore?” 

You got between Theo and Enzo, pushing your finger into your ex-boyfriend’s chest accusingly. 

“First,” you said, “you break up with me, break my heart, and then you have the fucking nerve to come up here all righteous and accuse Enzo of whatever the fuck you said, all while calling me your girlfriend when you’re the asshole who broke up with me!”

You glared at Theo, watching as his anger turned soft. “I am not your girlfriend anymore, Theodore Nott. You’re the one who made that happen, so you have no fucking right to come up in my conversations acting like I owe you anything.” 

“(Y/N),” he softly said. “I… I’m sorry. You’re right, I shouldn’t have come out here all crazy. I just, I hate seeing you with anyone else, even if it’s one of my friends.” 

He turned to talk to Enzo, “I’m sorry, mate. Will you give us a few minutes?” 

Enzo nodded his head and gave you an awkward smile before heading back into the dining hall. 

You huffed, settling down a little as you stared at Theo. 

He looked tired. His eyes had circles underneath them, and his cheeks didn’t have their usual flush to them. He was as gorgeous as ever, but he looked drained. 

“You don’t look so good,” you pointed out, trying to sound nonchalant. 

Theo frowned and softly said, “neither do you.”

Your lips pulled tight in a frown. Theo didn’t need to know how much he had affected you with the breakup. 

You sighed, “what are you doing, Theo?”

He shrugged and put his hands in his pockets awkwardly. “I, uh, I’m not really sure. I just didn’t like seeing you with Enzo.”

“Why? You broke up with me.”

Theo huffed, “I don’t know. I just don’t like seeing you with anyone else. It still feels like I’m supposed to be there. Like I’m supposed to be the one with you. I miss you.”

You shook your head as hurt started to creep back into your heart. “Don’t say things like that to me, Theo. Not after what you did. I loved you, and you broke up with me out of nowhere for no good reason, either.”

“I’m sorry,” he tried to reach for you, but you shrugged off his hand. “I don’t know why I did what I did. I just know that I regret it like crazy. I want to be with you, (Y/N). I’ve always wanted to be with you, I was stupid to let you go. Can you forgive me?”

Your lips pulled tight. “Theo, I can’t just get back with you like this.” You said. “I don’t trust you anymore. You broke my heart, and broke my trust. You gave me no reason for the breakup, so who’s to say it won’t happen right after we get back together?”

He shook his head. “Dolcezza, no. I won’t do that to you, not again. What can I do to prove this to you?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know. I can’t get back with you. Not like this, and not so soon. You really hurt me, Theo.”

“Well, what if we try being friends at least?” He suggested. 

“You wanna be my friend?”

“No,” he said immediately. “But I’ll settle for being your friend for as long as it takes to win you back.” 

Your heart warmed at what he had said. Maybe you could try being friends with him. He did really hurt you, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss him. 

“Okay,” you decided, “I’ll give you a chance to be my friend. Don’t hurt me again, Theodore, or I’ll get Ginny on you.”

He chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling, I’m gonna do whatever it takes to get my baby back. I can promise you that.” 

[kenthoe]

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Mirror | Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Summary: You're everything Draco sees in himself -- and he's never wanted anything more than to be understood.

The dungeons of Hogwarts were colder than most remembered. They clung to silence like a second skin, damp with echoes of footsteps long since passed and secrets whispered into stone.

You had never minded the quiet.

Like your uncle, you found comfort in solitude — the kind of comfort that didn’t demand smiles or small talk, only silence and space. Professor Snape wasn’t affectionate by any definition of the word, but he saw you. And that had always been enough.

You were his niece — not that most students knew. It wasn’t a well-known fact, nor was it a connection you flaunted. You shared none of his oily hair or hooked nose, none of the scowl that made first-years flinch when he walked by. In truth, the resemblance was nearly invisible unless someone looked deeper: the calculating expression behind your eyes, the way your voice rarely raised, the sharp wit that cut deeper than any spell.

Snape didn’t coddle you. He tutored you in potions with the same exacting precision he used on everyone else — but in private, he trusted you with his thoughts, let his tone soften just slightly, and ensured you had your space. You were the only student he didn’t reprimand for lingering in his office. Sometimes, you’d sit there for hours while he graded parchment and the dungeon fire popped softly between you.

You weren’t cold — you just didn’t care for the unnecessary. You kept your head down, your spells sharp, and your eyes sharper. A Slytherin through and through, but not in the same way your housemates were. You were quiet, not cruel. Calculated, not callous. And you had a reputation of being unreadable, unapproachable… unbothered.

It wasn’t until he started watching you that your perfectly constructed walls began to shift.

Draco Malfoy.

He was everything you understood — ambition, restraint, a mask so carefully curated it was practically skin. And yet, he looked at you like he couldn’t decide if he’d found a rival or a mirror. Like he wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. Like he recognized something in you… and it terrified him.

And you — well, for once, you didn’t mind being seen.

The dungeons of Hogwarts were colder than most remembered. They clung to silence like a second skin, damp with echoes of footsteps long since passed and secrets whispered into stone.

You had never minded the quiet.

Like your uncle, you found comfort in solitude—the kind of comfort that didn’t demand smiles or small talk, only silence and space. Professor Snape wasn’t affectionate by any definition of the word, but he saw you. And that had always been enough.

You were his niece—not that most students knew. It wasn’t a well-known fact, nor was it a connection you flaunted. You shared none of his oily hair or hooked nose, none of the scowl that made first-years flinch when he walked by. In truth, the resemblance was nearly invisible unless someone looked deeper: the calculating expression behind your eyes, the way your voice rarely raised, the sharp wit that cut deeper than any spell.

Snape didn’t coddle you. He tutored you in potions with the same exacting precision he used on everyone else—but in private, he trusted you with his thoughts, let his tone soften just slightly, and ensured you had your space. You were the only student he didn’t reprimand for lingering in his office. Sometimes, you’d sit there for hours while he graded parchment and the dungeon fire popped softly between you.

You weren’t cold—you just didn’t care for the unnecessary. You kept your head down, your spells sharp, and your eyes sharper. A Slytherin through and through, but not in the same way your housemates were. You were quiet, not cruel. Calculated, not callous. And you had a reputation of being unreadable, unapproachable… unbothered.

It wasn’t until he started watching you that your perfectly constructed walls began to shift.

Draco Malfoy.

He was everything you understood—ambition, restraint, a mask so carefully curated it was practically skin. And yet, he looked at you like he couldn’t decide if he’d found a rival or a mirror. Like he wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. Like he recognized something in you… and it terrified him.

And you — well, for once, you didn’t mind being seen.

In fact, you loved it from the right people. And Draco was the right person.

The scent of asphodel and wormwood hung thick in the dungeon air, curling around stone pillars and sinking into the black robes of every student in the room. Cauldrons bubbled in eerie unison, and the low hum of muttered instructions mixed with the occasional sharp clatter of vials.

Professor Snape’s voice cut through the fog like a whip.

“Do not stir clockwise, Mr. Nott, unless your intent is to melt a hole through the table.”

You didn’t look up from your own cauldron. Your stir was precise — seven counterclockwise turns, pause, sprinkle of crushed valerian root, then three more. Your notes were already memorized; you worked by instinct now, moving like someone who knew the potion was beneath them.

Across the table, Draco Malfoy was silent.

He wasn’t watching his potion.

He was watching you.

You felt his stare like a physical thing, a prickle of static against the back of your neck. He always did this — watching you like a puzzle, like he couldn’t quite figure out what made you tick. You were used to glances, to being noticed and quickly dismissed. But Draco… he lingered.

“What?” you asked flatly, not looking up.

His voice came a second too late, like he’d been caught off guard.

“Nothing.” A pause. “You’re doing it wrong.”

You finally glanced up, arching a brow.

“I’m sorry — was that concern or competition?”

His lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “I just thought you should know the instructions said to stir exactly ten times. You’ve done eleven.”

You set your ladle down and looked him dead in the eye. “I’m not following the instructions.”

That made him blink. “Why?”

“Because Snape’s instructions are wrong.”

He stared at you like you’d just confessed to murder. “He’s your uncle.”

“And he still gets things wrong. Often, actually. He overcompensates with precision because he doesn’t trust instinct.” You leaned forward, voice low enough for only him to hear. “But I do.”

Draco looked at you like he didn’t know whether to be irritated or impressed. You could almost see the war happening behind those pale grey eyes — the part of him that was raised to scoff at anyone who challenged authority, and the part of him that desperately craved someone who saw the world the way he did: carefully, calculatedly, and with an edge.

Your cauldron puffed a soft, silvery mist — perfect. His gave off a sputter of green smoke.

You looked down at it, then back up. “Guess you should’ve done eleven.” You fought the urge to release a quiet laugh.

Before he could retort, Snape’s voice rang out again.

“Miss Y/L/N. Ten points to Slytherin.”

Draco blinked. “For what?”

Snape didn’t even look up from his grading. “For improving my recipe.”

You tried not to smirk. Draco stared at you like you were an entirely new language he’d never been taught.

And Merlin, did he want to learn.

There were repeated instances like this with you — revealing parts of yourself that you thought no one paid attention to. You were more than just the quiet girl sitting in the back of a classroom earning good marks. You were smart, talented, mischievous. You had a sense of humor, passions, soft parts of yourself that you never expected to reveal.

Everything about you made Draco realize how alike you were. You both found it extremely difficult to expose the gentle parts of yourself.

In time, your personality grew on Draco. Factually, you grew around Draco like vines on stone.

You didn’t barge into his world. You crept in — slowly, deliberately. Slipping through cracks he hadn’t realized were there. One shared smirk in Potions. One witty retort in the corridor. One too-long glance across the Slytherin table. Like ivy on old brick, you twined around him without choking. Just existing. Becoming.

And he let you.

He didn’t push you away, didn’t sneer or snap the way he did with others. Not even when Snape began to watch your interactions with the subtle scrutiny of someone who noticed everything. Not when Pansy asked, offhandedly, if he and Snape’s niece were "a thing.” Not even when he caught himself staring at you in the common room, wondering what it might feel like to let you see all of him — without the mask, the sneer, the posturing.

Because with you, it wasn’t about impressing.

It was about being understood.

One evening, when he saw the suave Blaise Zabini trying to crack your hard shell in the same way he did, it all came to a head.

Draco was halfway through pretending to study in the Slytherin common room, a book open on his lap, eyes unmoving — when he caught the sound of your laugh. Not loud, not full. Just a short exhale, dry and quiet and laced with that sharp-edged wit you usually reserved for him.

His eyes flicked up.

You were sitting in one of the green velvet armchairs near the fire, curled slightly sideways with your legs tucked beneath you. Blaise stood just beside your chair, one hand resting on the back, leaning in just close enough to be noticed. Too close.

Draco’s jaw locked.

Blaise was talking and you were listening. Not swooning, of course not. You weren’t the type. But you weren’t brushing him off, either.

And that? That was enough to piss Draco off.

He stood, calmly, as if he'd just remembered something terribly important. He closed the book with a quiet snap, and crossed the room without a single hesitation.

“Blaise,” Draco drawled as he came to stand beside the armchair, his tone bored, sharp. “Didn’t realize you’d taken up the role of court jester.”

Blaise turned toward him, smirking. “Didn’t realize you were interested in comedy.”

“I’m not. That’s why I came over.”

Your gaze lifted slowly from your book, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes. You didn’t say anything.

Draco looked at you then, gaze lingering just a second too long, before snapping back to Blaise.

“She doesn’t need an audience,” he added lazily. “She prefers actual intelligent company.”

Blaise raised a brow. “Funny. I thought she could decide for herself.”

Draco’s lips curled into a smirk — one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“She could,” he said, tone icy, “if she were remotely interested.”

Your voice came. “I’m right here.”

Draco’s eyes slid to you, and for the first time in the conversation, something softened. Barely. But you caught it.

“She doesn’t like being spoken for,” you added.

Draco didn’t apologize. Of course he didn’t. But the way his shoulders shifted — the way his jaw flexed and his eyes met yours — told you everything.

He wasn’t angry at Blaise.

He was angry at himself.

Because you were never supposed to matter this much.

Blaise chuckled lowly, pushing off the chair. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

Once he was gone, a silence hung in the air. The fire crackled. Draco still hadn’t moved.

You tilted your head. “Jealousy’s not a good look on you.”

He sneered. “Wasn’t jealousy. It was pity.”

You snorted. “Right.”

He looked at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve. Like you were the only puzzle he actually wanted to understand.

Then, softly — not for anyone else to hear: “I don’t want anyone else trying to figure you out.”

That made you pause.

“Why?” you asked, quieter now.

He didn’t answer. He just stared at the fire, like the words were molten in his mouth.

And then he added, almost bitterly, “Because they’d get it wrong.”

The words echoed in your mind. Partly because they were true and partly because you'd been shocked to hear them out of Draco's mouth. A small tinge of red burned across your cheeks.

You didn’t respond at first — mostly because you didn’t know how. Draco Malfoy wasn’t the type to say things like that. He wasn’t the type to say anything at all if it didn’t serve his image: calculated, superior, untouchable.

But this wasn’t that.

This was something raw, unedited. A quiet confession tucked inside a throwaway comment, and Merlin, did it make your pulse skip.

The firelight danced across his features, casting sharp shadows beneath his cheekbones, flickering in his pale gray eyes. He still wasn’t looking at you, but the silence between you buzzed with a different kind of tension now. Not rivalry. Not snark.

Something deeper. Something real.

“Why would it matter,” you said finally, voice low, “if they got it wrong?”

His jaw clenched.

You didn’t expect an answer. You knew how to play this game — he’d shut down, deflect with sarcasm, say something cruel to keep you at a distance.

But instead, he exhaled slowly and said, “Because you’re not some house trophy to be won over with fake charm and compliments. You’re not like Pansy or any of them.”

Your lips parted slightly, but still, you said nothing.

He turned to you at last, the mask nearly gone — eyes sharp but no longer guarded.

“And maybe I don’t want to share the version of you I know with anyone else.”

That silenced every thought in your head.

Because what could you possibly say to that?

You stared at him and for once, he let you. Let you see everything in his expression. The hint of something softer, vulnerable, real. It was fleeting, a flash of lightning behind storm clouds. But you saw it.

He looked away first, swallowing hard, the usual smugness creeping back into his voice as he added, “Anyway, Zabini’s a halfwit. His eyebrows do more talking than he does.”

You huffed a quiet laugh and just like that, the tension broke.

But the firelight still flickered, and the silence between you wasn’t empty.

Not anymore.

You studied silently with Draco by your side, reading a book. There weren't any more words exchanged. An hour into your study session, your eyes began to get heavy. It was getting late.

Draco analyzed you, the way you stirred in the chair, the way your quill strokes slowed. With a light nudge, he issued an unspoken communication that it was time to go.

The halls were quiet — empty save for the soft, overlapping echoes of your footsteps and Draco’s beside you. The torches burned low, casting golden light against the cold stone walls, throwing long shadows across the floor.

Now, the silence between you was heavy with the weight of things unspoken.

You stopped at a corridor where your paths would usually split, and turned to him.

“I meant what I said earlier,” you murmured, your voice hushed, intimate in the dimness. “About not needing anyone to speak for me.”

Draco leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, but his gaze was locked on you with a fire that betrayed the casual stance. “I know,” he said, tone quiet. “Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You arched a brow. “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?”

His lips quirked into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Only when I’m right.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. The air between you shifted — crackled. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, close enough that the scent of cedar and firewood on his robes filled your senses.

His voice dropped. “I meant what I said too.”

You blinked. “Which part?”

Draco’s eyes flicked to your lips, then back up again. “All of it.”

The silence returned — but this time, it was electric. He was close now, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, the slow, careful inhale of his breath as if he were fighting against instinct.

Your hand brushed his — barely. His gaze darted down, then back up.

And then, just as he leaned in, your noses brushing lightly, lips within a breath away —

“I do hope I’m not interrupting something.”

Draco stiffened immediately, pulling back like he'd been burned. You turned, wide-eyed, to see your uncle standing not ten feet away in the shadow of a stone archway, arms crossed and expression unreadable — save for the glint of dry amusement in his dark eyes.

“Professor,” Draco said quickly, straightening his posture.

“Draco,” Snape replied coolly, then shifted his gaze to you. “Niece.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re still up.”

“I was merely patrolling,” Snape said smoothly, stepping forward. “It’s well past curfew, in case either of you forgot.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Snape held up a hand.

“I don’t need excuses. I need plausible deniability.”

You blinked. “Wait — what?”

Snape tilted his head slightly, mouth curling into what might’ve been a smirk — if Snape ever actually smirked. “Should anyone ask if I saw two Slytherins lingering suspiciously close in a dungeon hallway, I will, of course, say I saw nothing. Because I wasn’t here. Naturally.”

Draco stared at him, caught between horror and disbelief. “Sir—”

Snape turned, robes sweeping behind him. “Be discreet. And Merlin’s sake, don’t let me catch you actually snogging in public. That’s just tacky.”

He disappeared around the corner without another word.

The silence left in his wake was… something.

You turned to Draco. He was still frozen, lips parted, eyes narrowed after your uncle.

“He’s deranged,” he muttered.

You laughed — really laughed — and Draco’s expression broke into a grin.

You almost swooned. This was a wide smile, the widest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen on Draco's face. His teeth were white, his smile was beautiful. He was just.. Gorgeous. Every girl in Hogwarts had to admit that Draco was attractive. Objectively.

“He didn’t tell us to stop,” you teased.

“He told us not to get caught,” Draco corrected, stepping closer again, voice low and edged with heat. “Big difference.”

And Merlin help you, you almost leaned in again.

But not quite.

Because some things are worth waiting for.

The weeks that followed were blissful. You had truly opened up to each other, gaining the attention of everyone at Hogwarts that had once feared Draco. They'd now noticed that he seemed to be going.. somewhat soft. As soft as you could get for a Malfoy.

He still rolled his eyes at first-years and snapped at Gryffindors for breathing too loudly. Still walked like he owned every corridor he passed through. Still carried that cold, untouchable air like armor. But he didn't seek people out to humiliate them. He wasn't the worst nightmare of anyone entering Hogwarts.

And as for you?

He no longer mocked you in class. In fact, he never had — but now he openly looked for you. Waited for you outside lecture halls. Sat beside you during breakfast, a hand lazily propped under his chin as you spoke about things that would’ve bored him coming from anyone else. His smirk, once cruel, now lingered at the edges of his mouth in ways that were meant for you.

And for the first time, people didn’t fear Draco Malfoy — they envied him.

They watched him laugh at something you whispered in the library, a real laugh that twisted the knife in every girl who’d ever tried to flirt with him and failed. They watched him lean in a little too close, touch your hand like it was instinct. Watched you roll your eyes at him, not like you were annoyed — but like you knew him better than anyone else ever would.

All you two needed was one final push. One final nudge to make the transition into something more.. Official. Something more obvious.

Someone flirting with you.

It happened on a Tuesday.

The library was unusually quiet for that time of day — not that Draco ever truly cared about who was around. You sat across from him at one of the back tables, parchment spread in front of you, a quill twirling lazily between your fingers. He was reading, pretending to focus, but his eyes kept flicking upward to watch you, the corners of his mouth twitching every time you muttered something under your breath.

Then he walked in.

Andrew Whitmore. Ravenclaw. Sixth year. Disgustingly charming in that polished, irritatingly sweet kind of way. Draco had never paid him much attention before — until he saw where Andrew was headed. Straight toward you.

He stiffened slightly, eyes narrowing over the top of his book.

You didn’t notice at first, too caught up in a particularly difficult sentence you were trying to phrase. But you definitely noticed when a shadow fell across your table, and Andrew leaned in just a little too casually.

“Y/N, right?” he asked with a grin, eyes scanning the page in front of you. “Need any help translating that? I’ve got a bit of a knack for Ancient Runes.”

You blinked up at him. “I’m alright, thanks.”

But he didn’t move.

Draco’s fingers twitched.

“I mean, you look like you’ve got it handled,” Andrew went on, his voice lowering. “Just figured I’d offer. Not every day I see someone in here who’s actually worth talking to.”

You smiled, polite but dismissive. Draco recognized that smile. The same one you used with people you didn’t care about. The same one you’d never once given him.

Andrew didn’t take the hint. “Maybe I’ll sit here for a bit? Could use some good company—”

“Seat’s taken.”

The voice was calm, sharp, and unmistakably cold.

Andrew turned, confused, to find Draco Malfoy standing at his full height, arms crossed and jaw tight. His tone wasn’t angry — not yet — but there was something dangerous simmering just beneath it. A warning.

Andrew looked between the two of you. “Didn’t think—”

“You didn’t,” Draco cut in, his words like ice. “Which is your first mistake.”

A thick silence fell over the table.

Andrew cleared his throat, faltering. “Right. Yeah. I’ll, uh—see you around, Y/N.”

He practically bolted.

You raised an eyebrow as Draco slid back into his seat across from you, pretending to pick up his book like he hadn’t just threatened someone into backing off.

“You done marking your territory?” you asked, tone dry but amused.

Draco didn’t look up. “Didn’t realize I needed to.”

You tilted your head, watching him for a moment. “Do you?”

That got his attention.

He met your gaze, his expression unreadable for a long, suspended second. Then:

“I might have to if you keep gaining fanboys from Ravenclaw.”

The silence in the library felt suffocating now. Andrew had retreated, but the air between you and Draco was thick, electric, like something was going to give. His hand still rested on the table, close enough for you to feel the heat from his skin.

You studied him, unable to stop the way your heart hammered in your chest. His eyes flickered over your face, pausing for just a heartbeat on your lips before returning to your eyes. It was enough to make the breath catch in your throat. The space between you felt impossibly small now, as if every word had already been spoken and you were both just waiting for the next move.

“I didn’t think you’d care,” you said quietly, though you already knew the answer. You didn’t need to ask.

Draco’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “I didn’t,” he said, voice low, controlled, but the tension there was undeniable. “But he was getting too close for comfort.”

“Is that how you see it?” you teased, leaning forward slightly.

His lips curled, a flicker of something dangerously close to a grin. “You have no idea.”

Before you could respond, his hand shot out, quick but gentle, curling around your wrist. He didn’t wait for you to pull away — he didn’t give you a choice. His grip was firm but not unkind, guiding you to him with the fluidity of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected this — had thought, in the back of your mind, that maybe he was too cold, too guarded to ever do something like this. But the way he pulled you in, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him, close enough that his scent enveloped you, shattered that thought entirely.

Draco’s face was inches from yours now, and there was no more teasing. No more distance. Just the silent understanding between you that everything that had led to this moment had been building up, slow and steady, until now.

“I don’t want you to think it’s anything less,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, sending a shiver through you. “I don’t want you to think it’s just a game.”

You didn’t have time to respond, because before you could, he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was hard, urgent, and all-consuming. His lips pressed against yours with the weight of everything unsaid — everything he’d been holding back, everything that had built up in the months of knowing you. His other hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer, a low growl of something unspoken vibrating in his chest.

The world outside of that kiss faded. You barely registered the soft shuffle of someone else walking by, too caught up in the heat and the intensity of the moment. You were both aware of the risk, aware of the eyes that might be watching, but neither of you cared. Not when this felt like the moment.

Not when it felt like everything was finally real.

When he pulled back, breathless, his gaze was fierce, intense, and you could see it in his eyes — something had shifted. He wasn’t just the Draco Malfoy everyone feared anymore. He was something else entirely. Something that belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

“You’re not getting away now,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost possessive.

You didn’t answer, not right away. You were still reeling from the kiss, your pulse racing. But when you finally found your voice, you let out a quiet, teasing laugh.

“Maybe I like being caught.”

Draco’s eyes flashed with something dangerous — but then, the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest of smirks.

“I’m counting on it.”

Finally, you felt like you'd fallen into step.

You were Draco Malfoy's partner. It sounded all too meant for you. Draco felt the same.

But to keep you from gaining any more fanboys? He did mark his territory.

The next few days felt different. It wasn’t just the whispered rumors spreading through the hallways or the looks people threw your way. It was the way Draco acted. You'd barely made it out of the library that night when Draco, with his usual arrogant air, tossed his cloak around your shoulders like it was a declaration. A subtle one, but still enough to make everyone aware that you were his.

But it didn’t stop there.

The next morning, when you were heading to Potions, Draco showed up with one of his signature sly smiles, pulling you aside in the corridor and, without warning, slipping a silver chain around your neck — the Malfoy family crest hanging loosely from it.

“You’re wearing this today,” he said, his voice smooth, unyielding. He was still the same Draco — cold and calculating, but with an unmistakable softness when it came to you. “Don't argue with me.”

The weight of the necklace was heavier than it seemed, and as you touched it absently, you couldn't help but notice the way people’s gazes followed the gleam of silver. Eyes that once looked at you with indifferent curiosity now lingered with the sort of admiration (and maybe envy) that only came from one thing: they knew. They all knew now.

As the days passed, it wasn’t just jewelry. It was the subtle possession in how Draco made you wear his jumper on cooler days. You would be walking through the hallways, just talking, and he’d slip it over your head without asking, the dark green knit swallowing you whole. No matter how many times you tried to shrug it off, he insisted, like the damn thing was an extension of him. Every time you looked down at the Malfoy crest stitched into the sleeve, the weight of the unspoken message grew heavier.

And Draco made sure that message wasn’t missed.

During lunch one afternoon, when you and Draco had found a quiet spot near the windows — just the two of you, trying to steal a moment for yourselves — a familiar figure walked by. Cedric Diggory, the ever-dashing Hufflepuff, paused when he saw you and Draco. His gaze lingered on you, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at his lips. You could see the shift in his eyes, the way they softened when he looked at you.

Draco saw it too.

In fact, Cedric had tried you before. Last year, he'd asked you to the Yule ball. Of course you'd politely declined. Parties weren't your thing and Diggory wasn't your type.

Before you could react, Draco’s arm slid possessively around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The action was so smooth, so effortless, that it looked almost casual. But the way his grip tightened slightly, the way his gaze never wavered from Cedric, told a different story.

“Cedric,” Draco drawled, his voice low and laced with mockery. “Still trying to charm my girlfriend? Thought you knew better than to play with fire.”

Cedric blinked, visibly thrown off by the bluntness of Draco’s words. He tried to mask it with a smile, but the tension was palpable. “Just a friendly hello, Malfoy,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than Draco liked.

Draco gave a soft chuckle, but there was nothing light about it. “Sure. Friendly.” He turned to you then, pulling you in close and planting a kiss just under your ear, one that left you breathless. “I suppose it is cute when people try.”

The words were subtle — almost playful — but they carried the weight of Draco’s presence. It was a statement, a warning. Cedric’s smile faltered just slightly before he excused himself, clearly out of his depth.

And that was just the beginning.

Later that week, you found yourself in the common room, Draco’s jumper still wrapped around you, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands. You were half-focused on your homework when a familiar face appeared at the edge of your vision. It was Andrew Whitmore — the Ravenclaw boy who had tried to approach you before.

This time, he wasn’t quite as confident.

“Y/N,” he began, voice tentative, glancing at Draco who was lazily lounging in a chair, one leg thrown over the armrest. “You, uh... doing okay? Need help with anything?”

Draco didn’t even look up at first, but you could feel his presence shift. His smirk was already forming, the trademark Malfoy arrogance lacing his words when he finally spoke.

“Andrew Whitmore,” Draco drawled, lifting an eyebrow as he set his book aside, his eyes finally locking onto the Ravenclaw boy. “Still under the delusion that I’m going to let you help her?”

Andrew froze, clearly caught off guard by Draco’s tone. Draco sat up a little straighter, clearly enjoying himself now. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and the edge in his voice deepened.

“You do realize, Whitmore, that helping her with anything would imply a certain... familiarity. Which, I’m sure you know by now, she doesn’t exactly hand out to just anyone.” Draco’s eyes slid to you, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second before he turned back to Andrew. “She’s... a bit more selective than that.”

Andrew looked like he might say something in response, but Draco didn’t give him the chance. Instead, he stood up, casually tossing his jumper’s sleeve over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him with that arrogant, possessive air of his.

“Besides, I doubt Y/N’s really in the mood for anyone right now, hmm?” Draco continued, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “She’s already got a full schedule of my company.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, but it was clear Andrew had heard enough. He mumbled an awkward excuse and quickly backed off, muttering something about needing to go study.

Draco watched him leave, and once Andrew was out of earshot, Draco let out a quiet chuckle, turning back to you. “Honestly, the things I put up with. Can’t even have a conversation in peace without someone thinking they can just waltz in.”

You smiled, a little amused. “You’re awful.”

Draco’s smirk softened into something more genuine, his fingers brushing your cheek. “You love it.”

"I love you. This idiocy just comes with it."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, the kind of laugh that made your heart flutter just a little more every time. His gaze softened, and for a moment, the usual arrogance melted away, revealing the boy beneath the layers of sarcasm and ice.

“Fair enough,” he murmured, his voice just a hint more vulnerable than usual. “But I’ll admit, I’m rather fond of you, too.”

You could feel his thumb tracing small circles on your skin as he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. It was a simple touch, one that felt like a promise, like the weight of the world had lifted, and it was just the two of you in this quiet little space, away from the rest of the noise.

“I’ve never been good at this,” he admitted, his breath warm against your lips. “But I’m trying. For you.”

Before you could respond, Draco’s lips were on yours, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world. It was a kiss that didn’t demand anything, but somehow gave everything. His hand cupped your face gently, as if he were trying to hold onto this moment as tightly as he could.

You kissed him back, not with the urgency of someone afraid of losing something, but with the certainty of someone who had already found exactly what they’d been searching for.

When you pulled away, your breaths mingled in the space between you. His eyes were dark with affection, an unspoken promise lingering in them.

“I love you,” he murmured again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”

You smiled, running a hand through his hair, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin. "I noticed."

Draco's lips twitched into that familiar smirk, but this time it was softer, almost shy.

"Good," he said, pulling you in for another kiss, one that was softer, gentler than the last. "Because you're the only person I've probably ever let near my designer jumpers."

You chuckled against his lips, feeling the world fade away around you, leaving nothing but the two of you in your own little bubble, tucked safely away from everything else.

And for once, Draco Malfoy didn’t mind the vulnerability. Because with you, it was okay to let his guard down. With you, he didn’t have to be perfect.

He just had to be himself. And that was enough.

You laughed again, the sound a mix of amusement and affection. "Oh, I see. So, I’m special enough for your jumpers, huh?"

Draco pulled away slightly, his smirk widening with that signature arrogance, but there was a warmth in his gaze that made it all feel different, more personal. “You’re the only one who could even think about getting away with it.”

You arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your expression. “You really know how to flatter a girl.”

He chuckled lowly, that familiar edge of sarcasm creeping back into his tone. “It’s the truth, love. No one else gets me, not like you do.”

In that moment, it didn’t matter that you were still wearing his jumper, or that Draco Malfoy —proud, guarded Draco Malfoy— was softening in ways no one could have predicted. All that mattered was the quiet certainty between you, the connection that no one could take away.

And for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy was okay with that.

[jijournal]

A PROMISE KEPT | C.D

Summary: Before the Triwizard Tournament, Cedric makes you promise that, no matter what happens, you won’t cry over him. After his death, you struggle to keep that promise—until you find the letter he left behind.

Word Count: 2.3k+

Warnings: Cedric Diggory x Reader, no use of Y/N, heavy/slight angst (depends on the reader), mentions of death

A/N: Hope you guys love this!! 🫰

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

The moment Cedric Diggory’s name was called for the Triwizard Tournament, something inside you twisted into a tight knot.

It should have been a moment of pride—Hufflepuff’s golden boy, Hogwarts’ brightest star, standing at the center of the Great Hall as his house erupted in cheers. Students clapped him on the back, chanting his name, their admiration echoing off the high stone walls. Even some Gryffindors, Slytherins, and Ravenclaws couldn’t help but smile.

You sat frozen, hands clenched into fists beneath the table.

A part of you knew Cedric was capable—more than capable. He was smart, strong, and level-headed. But this wasn’t just a game. This was life or death.

Students speculated wildly in the Great Hall, voices overlapping in a chaotic mix of excitement and nerves. You, however, couldn’t bring yourself to join in.

Instead, you sat on the cool grass by the Black Lake, arms wrapped around your knees, staring at the way the moonlight shimmered across the water’s surface. The crisp autumn air nipped at your skin, but you barely felt it. Your mind was too busy racing.

Footsteps approached, familiar and steady. “You always sit here when you’re overthinking.”

You let out a quiet huff, not looking away from the lake. “I’m not overthinking.”

A low chuckle. “Right. And I’m a Slytherin.”

This time, you glanced at him. Cedric Diggory, in all his effortless charm, stood there with his hands tucked into his cloak, the wind ruffling his honey-brown hair. His smile was soft, but his eyes—his beautiful grey eyes—were watching you closely, as if reading your every thought.

He lowered himself onto the grass beside you, stretching his long legs out.

“Are you nervous?” you asked, voice quieter than you intended.

He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. “A bit. But I know I don't need to. I got picked for a reason didn't I?” He said smirking at you.

You studied him carefully, watching the way his lips form a smile. But behind his confidence, he toyed with the hem of his sleeve—his telltale sign of nervousness.

“You’ll be brilliant,” you said softly. Then, unable to stop yourself, you added, “But if you die, I swear I’m following you in the afterlife.”

Cedric let out a warm, full-bodied laugh, the kind that sent warmth straight to your heart. “Noted. No dying... Just because I don't want you to follow me to death."

The words came so easily between you, like they always did. But as you sat there under the stars, the easy banter felt different tonight. He felt different tonight.

You wanted to say something—wanted to tell him that you didn’t just care, that you loved him.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you just whispered, “Be careful.”

He turned his head, studying you with an intensity that made your breath hitch. His gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, as if he wanted to say something, too.

But just like you, he didn’t.

Instead, he smiled. “I promise.”

⸻

The First Task

Your heart pounded painfully as Cedric stepped onto the rocky arena, facing the enormous Swedish Short-Snout dragon.

You gripped the edge of your seat in the stands, barely aware of the deafening cheers around you.

He looked calm. Too calm. But you knew him. You knew he was nervous—he just wouldn’t let anyone see it.

The dragon roared, heat blasting across the field.

And then—it attacked.

A fireball the size of a small carriage exploded toward Cedric.

Your breath caught.

At the very last second, he rolled out of the way, landing smoothly on his feet.

A murmur of awe rippled through the crowd.

Your nails dug into your palm as he raised his wand, casting a Transfiguration spell on a nearby boulder. It shimmered and shifted—into a massive Labrador.

The illusion sprinted forward, barking excitedly.

The dragon whipped its head around, confused for a split second. And in that moment, Cedric ran.

You held your breath.

He dodged another blast of fire—so close, too close—before lunging for the golden egg.

His fingers closed around it.

A heartbeat later, the dragon turned back and swung its massive tail.

“Cedric, move!” you gasped.

At the last moment, he threw himself out of the way, landing hard against the ground—but still gripping the egg.

The whistle blew.

The crowd erupted.

You barely heard any of it as you shoved past students, racing toward the tent where Cedric was being treated.

When you burst inside, he was sitting on the cot, his shirt slightly singed, his cheek streaked with dirt.

“Are you insane?!” you half-yelled, half-gasped, dropping to your knees in front of him.

He grinned, exhausted but pleased. “You were worried.”

You glared at him, brushing a stray lock of hair from his forehead without thinking.

“I hate you,” you muttered.

His eyes softened, the usual mischief replaced with something deeper. Something… real.

“No, you don’t,” he murmured.

And Merlin, he was right.

⸻

The Second Task

Cold.

Heavy.

Something was wrong.

You woke up surrounded by blue light, water pressing against your skin, your body weightless.

Your hands were bound by seaweed-like ropes, and panic seized your chest.

Then, shadows approached.

Four figures, swimming toward you.

And then you saw him.

Cedric.

His expression—relief, determination, something almost desperate—made your stomach twist.

He was coming for you.

His hands found yours, fingers fumbling to free you from the ropes.

Something tight and painful lodged in your throat.

Out of all the people in his life—his friends, his parents—you were the person he had to save.

Did that mean…?

No. You couldn’t let yourself believe it.

As soon as the ropes snapped, you felt your body go weightless, floating toward him.

His arm wrapped firmly around your waist as he pulled you to the surface.

The second your head broke through the water, you coughed, gulping in precious air.

“Are you okay?” His voice was hoarse, breathless.

You blinked up at him, the sunlight making the droplets on his skin glisten. “Cedric, you—”

“I’ve got you,” he promised. “I’ve always got you.”

Something inside you crumbled.

And for the first time, you let yourself hope that maybe—just maybe—he felt the same way.

⸻

The night before the final task, you found Cedric on the castle steps, the weight of the tournament evident in his eyes.

Without a word, you sat beside him.

“I have a bad feeling about this,” he admitted.

You swallowed, heart aching. “Then don’t go.”

He smiled sadly. “You know I can’t do that.

A pause.

“You’re scared,” he said before you could speak, his voice as calm as ever.

You crossed your arms and exhaled sharply. “Of course I am.”

Then—his hand found yours.

He finally looked at you, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. “I’ll be fine.”

You frowned. “You don’t know that.”

His easygoing expression faltered, just for a second. “I have to believe I will be,” he admitted. “Otherwise, I’ll never stand a chance.”

You sighed, sitting down beside him. “Promise me you’ll be careful.”

“I will.”

You hesitated before adding, “And promise me you won’t do anything reckless.”

He smirked. “Have you met me?”

You shot him a glare, but he only laughed, nudging your shoulder. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

The weight in your chest lessened—but not completely. Something still lingered, gnawing at the edges of your mind, whispering that things would never be the same.

That’s when Cedric’s expression turned serious. “Promise me something, too?”

You met his gaze. “What?”

“No matter what happens, you won’t cry over me.”

Your breath caught.

“Cedric, why would you—?"

“Just promise me.”

He was still smiling, but there was something behind his eyes, something heavy—as if he knew a secret neither of you could say aloud.

You wanted to tell him that you couldn’t make that promise, that the thought of losing him was unbearable.

But the way he looked at you—pleading, trusting—made your heart ache.

So you squeezed his hand and forced a small, fragile smile.

“I promise.”

And it was the biggest lie you’d ever told.

⸻

The moment Harry Potter reappeared with Cedric’s lifeless body, the world shattered.

Screams rang through the air, piercing and raw. Some people gasped, others staggered back in shock. Dumbledore moved toward them, his usual composure shaken. But none of it felt real.

Your knees buckled beneath you.

It couldn’t be true.

It couldn’t be.

Cedric had promised. He had promised.

You barely heard Harry’s choked sobs as he clutched Cedric’s body, screaming for someone to help him. Your vision blurred as you shoved past students, past the horrified professors, until you were there—kneeling beside him.

He looked peaceful, just like he had that night under the stars. Like he was merely sleeping, like he’d wake up any second and tease you for being so worried.

Your hands trembled as you reached for his, fingers wrapping around his cooling skin.

“Cedric,” you whispered, shaking him gently. “Wake up. Please, wake up.”

Nothing.

And suddenly, a memory surfaced—a promise from years ago.

⸻

It was the summer before fourth year, and you and Cedric were lying in the grass, watching the dark sky, stars blinking on top.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” he had asked, his voice light, teasing.

You snorted. “What, like love at first sight?”

“No, not that.” He turned his head to look at you, his grey eyes soft. “I mean… two people meant to find each other, no matter what. The kind of people who just—fit.”

Something about the way he said it made your heart skip a beat. You glanced away, focusing on the sky instead.

“I don’t know,” you murmured. “Maybe.”

A beat of silence. Then—

“If we ever get separated,” Cedric said suddenly, “we’ll find each other again. No matter what.”

You rolled your eyes, nudging him with your elbow. “That’s a bit dramatic, don’t you think?”

He only smiled. “I mean it.”

And there, under the endless black sky as the stars watched, you pinky promised.

A silent vow that no matter what happened, you’d always come back to each other.

⸻

But now—now he was gone.

You choked back a sob, hands tightening around his.

“Cedric,” you whispered brokenly. “You promised.”

The words were empty. Hollow.

You had promised, too.

But promises meant nothing when death took them away.

And yet—above you, the stars shone.

The same way they had the night before, when he had held your hand and told you he’d be fine. The same way they always did, whenever he pointed them out to you and said, “They’ll always be there, no matter what.”

Tears burned behind your eyes, hot and insistent.

But then, his voice echoed in your mind.

No matter what happens, you won’t cry over me.

You clenched your jaw so tightly it hurt.

You had promised.

So you swallowed back the sob clawing at your throat and blinked away the tears.

But deep inside, you knew—this was the one promise you would never be able to keep.

⸻

Days blurred together.

People mourned. The castle was silent, heavy with grief. Cedric’s seat in the Great Hall remained empty, a cruel reminder of what had been lost.

You wandered through the days in a haze, floating through classes, avoiding the places where you used to meet him. Nights were the worst—alone with your thoughts, with the crushing weight of everything unsaid.

Then, one evening, a small package appeared at the foot of your bed.

No sender. Just a plain envelope, sealed with Hufflepuff-yellow wax.

Your stomach twisted as you slowly peeled it open, revealing a single folded letter in Cedric’s unmistakable handwriting.

⸻

Love,

If you’re reading this… then I didn’t make it.

I don’t want you to cry. I know you will anyway, because I know you, but please—don’t let this ruin you. Don’t let this be the thing that takes away your smile, your laugh, the way you light up when you talk about the things you love.

If I’m gone, then that means I won’t be there to remind you, so I need you to promise me something: keep living.

I mean it. Keep looking at the stars, the way you always do when you can’t sleep. Keep sneaking into the kitchens for late-night snacks, because I know you do that even though you pretend you don’t. Keep sitting by the Black Lake, even though I won’t be there to annoy you anymore. Keep being the person who made my days brighter, who made me laugh when I needed it most.

Most of all—keep being happy. Even without me.

I know you, and I know you’re blaming yourself. Don’t. Please.

You are the best part of my life.

I wish I had told you that sooner.

I wish I had told you a lot of things.

Like how I always looked for you in a crowd, even when I wasn’t supposed to. How I noticed the way your nose scrunches when you’re concentrating, or how your hands shake when you’re nervous, or how you always hum under your breath when you think no one’s listening.

And how I think—no, I know—that I love you.

I don’t know if you ever felt the same. I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for leaving like this. But if there’s one thing I want you to remember, it’s this:

I wouldn’t trade a second of my time with you. Not for anything.

So live for me, okay? Love for me. Promise me that.

And if you ever miss me—if you ever wonder if I’m still with you—just look at the stars.

I’ll be there.

⸻

You clutched the letter to your chest. The tears that have been building up silently slipped down your cheeks.

You hadn’t kept your promise. But maybe, just maybe… you could keep this one.

For Cedric.

For both of you.

And for the first time since he left—since that horrible, earth-shattering moment—you tilted your head back and looked at the sky. The stars were shining.

And for the first time, you let yourself believe that he was still there.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

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