#draco malfoy x fem!gryffindor!reader

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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝!𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

// Summary // your parents were never kind and sweet type of people, but in your sixth year things got out of hand. To put a cherry on top, a certain platinum blond haired Slytherin Prince decided to be Sherlock Holmes and found out your secrets, ones nobody is supposed to know.

// Warnings // mentions of violence, both physical and verbal violence, abusive parents, bullying, hate towards reader, ignorance, name calling (princess in a mocking way, shame, disgrace, disappointment, waste of time), reader has a backstory, suicidal thoughts, reader has an attempt of suicide, crying, talk about past.

// Author’s Note // please pay attention to warnings! I don’t write about Draco usually, but I couldn’t get idea out of my mind, so I just went with it. This is enemies to lovers. Also, I have mentioned once that reader is 16, but for the sake of this plot, since every sixth year is 16. This is a part two, please read part one first! / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @talesfromthecrypts

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Few months had passed since the first day of Hogwarts. Things with your family were getting worse each day. You received letters from them on a daily basis, all of them saying how much of a disappointment and waste of time you were. You felt as if you were a piece of trash. Your mother made sure of it.

You became lonely, quite literally. You were studying during the day, and sleeping or just thinking at nights. Sometimes you would even sneak out in the Astronomy Tower late at nights, just to be alone.

Hermione, Harry and Ron became concerned, but you were shrugging them off and keeping your distance. Harry, being the Sherlock Holmes he was, became suspicious and tried everything to get you to say something, but you were mastered in hiding and keeping secrets.

Little did you know that a certain platinum blond haired boy was growing suspicious as well.

One day, you were sitting in the library, pretending to read, but all you could think of, was a letter your mother has sent you earlier that day, which was laying innocently on the table in front of you. Shame, disgrace, disappointment, waste of time. You were sick and tired of those words, you just wanted to get rid of them, but they kept wandering inside your head, never leaving.

You heard footsteps approaching you, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. You looked up to be met with Malfoy, Goyle and Zabini. Again, something was wrong with the Slytherin Prince. He was quiet, it seemed like he wasn’t the one who was leading the latter two.

Goyle walked forward and leaned on the table with his elbows. He looked at the letter and took it in his hands. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted by standing up and snatching the letter out of his hands harshly.

“If you’re going to tell me how much of a shame and disgrace I am, don’t waste your time. Believe me, you don’t have to. I have already been told that more than enough times.” You said without thinking and immediately regretted it. Your voice was quiet, but firm. You turned around and walked out of the library.

The three boys looked at each other with the same expression that said ‘what the hell did just happen’. Neither understood what happened. This only caused one of them to grow even more suspicious.

Christmas was approaching. Everyone was happy, happy to spend time with their families, happy to spend time with their loved ones. Everyone except you. You didn’t want to go home, no, not home, your parents’ manor. You wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but you would get into a huge trouble, and getting in trouble with your parents wasn’t very… pleasant.

You were sitting in the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor house table, when Harry approached you, a little hesitantly.

“Hey,” he started softly, “Are you sure you’re fine?”

You were fighting the urge to roll your eyes, “Yes Harry, I am fine, really. Don’t worry.” You gave him the fakest smile ever, and he bought it.

But Malfoy didn’t… he was watching from afar.

The letters your parents sent you every day and night were very shitty. That’s how you ended up in Moaning Myrtle’s lavatory, sobbing your eyeballs out. You were leaning against the sink, looking in the mirror and sobbing uncontrollably while Myrtle told you that everything would be fine.

“No Myrtle, nothing will be fine. Ever.” You said in the middle of sobs.

“Talk to your parents then.” Myrtle said in her dreamy, high-pitched voice.

You laughed bitterly at her statement, your voice coming out loud and harsh, a maniacal sound that would make a person wince. “Talk to my parents? Oh, but they are the very reason why I am sobbing the shit out of myself right now Myrtle. Do you know how they treat me? Can you even imagine the pain they put me through? Let me guess. No! You don’t! You can’t! Has your father ever beat you until you were bleeding?! Has your mother ever used Cruciatus curse on you?! And that’s because of this whole pureblood supremacy shit! Because of the house you are put in! I am tired Myrtle, tired of standing strong for 16 goddamn years! I deserve some break.” You said, rising your voice every time you would swear.

It was crystal clear that Myrtle was shocked, “Talk to your friends, or your headmaster then. That is abuse, it needs to stop.”

“I can’t! If I say a word about this, they will most definitely kill me. I don’t give two shits if I die, no. I just don’t want to be killed by them! And about friends, I do not have any. And do you know why? Because I can’t have any! I don’t want to put any of my friends in danger or be put in danger because of them!” You looked in the mirror, then lowered your head once again and started crying.

After few minutes of brutal silence and your quiet sobs, you looked up and wiped away your tears with the palms of your hands.

“You know what,” you started, looking at Myrtle, “do you know how high the Astronomy Tower is?”

Myrtle looked really confused now, “Why?”

“Oh, just wanted to go up there, gaze at the sky, but I have a terrible fear of highs, you see…”

It was a lie, of course, but Myrtle bought it. After all, parents like yours were good at rising flawless liars.

“It’s high, indeed, but I don’t think you will be scared. Platform is huge.”

You faked a sad smile and thanked her, “Thank you, I’ll see you soon.” You walked out of the bathroom. “Or not.” You mumbled to yourself, thinking nobody heard you. But someone did. This someone being very annoying Draco Lucius Malfoy.

He spied on you the whole time and to make matters even worse, he heard every single word you said. So, obviously, he followed you.

When you reached the Astronomy Tower, you headed straight towards the edge and looked out.

“Oh my god, what am I doing?!” You asked yourself out loud.

You slightly leaned forward, when two strong arms cuffed your wrists and turned you around. A soft gasp escaped from your mouth at this sudden action. However, you were shocked when you saw who did this.

Draco Fucking Malfoy

“What the hell?! Were you actually planning to jump out of there?!” He asked. But what confused you more was the anger latched on his face.

“Why do you care?” You asked in a quiet tone.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you were going to commit suicide!” his voice was firm and stern, but dripping with sarcasm at the same time.

“Yeah, but why do you care?! Not that we’re friends or anything. You have been making my life miserable since the day I stepped my foot in the Great Hall for the first time, and now you care all of a sudden?!” You hissed through gritted teeth, your voice coming out venomous, a bit louder this time. You didn’t know why, but him being angry at you for attempting to end your life, for attempting to end all this pain and leave this hell forever, made you angry too. He was one of the people who made you hate your life, made you hate yourself, and now he was suddenly scolding you for trying to end it all. You didn’t know why, but it made you boil with anger.

What made you even angrier was that he didn’t say anything, he just stood there, looking down at the cold floor of the tower, completely silent. Why do you care?! Your voice echoed in his head, sounding louder and louder every second. Why did he care? You were right. He had been making your life a living hell since the day one, he had been the one to approach you for no reason and call you the most insulting, disgusting, and horrible names ever. He had been the one to make fun of you in front of everyone and make you feel insanely insecure. After all the things he did, why did he care? Maybe it was guilt eating him out, maybe he didn’t ever realize how much you were hurting, how much you were going through, until very now. But for some reason, he felt bad, he felt defeated, and he hated every second of it.

You were tired, exhausted by stress, crying and all the emotions. You were feeling nauseous. You wanted to drop down and pass out for hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries. You didn’t care, you just wanted to disappear, vanish. You were weak, too weak, but you still stood there, watching at young man in front of you, who was staring down at his shoes like a child who broke a vase, waiting for him to look up. Under any other circumstances it would be almost cute, but not now. Not when you were about to end your life, not when the boy in front of you was someone who played a big part in your decision.

Silence was brutal. None of you saying a word, waiting for the other to speak up. Waiting for the other to say something, anything. You stood there, glaring at him like a mother glares at her son when she grounds him.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you broke the silence by chuckling. But it was not the funny type of chuckle. No, it was bitter, venomous, painful chuckle. Anyone could hear the pain in your voice, anyone could see the pain in your eyes, pain was the only thing that radiated from you. It always had been.

“That’s what I thought.” You said and sighed deeply, “Listen Malfoy, forget about everything, and I mean everything you heard and witnessed today. And don’t you dare say a word about this to anyone.” You said and walked past him and down the stairs, your shoulder brushing against his in a cold manner.

He still didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone, anyway. This was the pureblood family you were talking about. Rules are different there. Finally, he shook himself out of his trance and walked down the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible, since it was already past curfew and the last thing he wanted was Filch catching him.

Slytherin common room was expectedly empty. He was positive he would fall into a deep sleep the moment his head would hit the pillow, but he couldn’t go to his dorm just yet. He was still thinking about what happened just few minutes ago. As much as he wanted to forget it, he couldn’t. Can you even imagine the pain they put me through? He could never have imagined that you were going through this much. Let me guess. No! You don’t! You can’t! Yes, he couldn’t. Has your father ever beat you until you were bleeding?! And here he thought his father was the most horrible person. Has your mother ever used Cruciatus curse on you?! He could never even think of his mother being that brutal. And that’s because of this whole pureblood supremacy shit! Because of the house you are put in! I am tired, tired of standing strong for 16 goddamn years! I deserve some break. You were right, you really did deserve some break.

He felt horrible, he felt disgusted by your parents, he felt bad for you. Oh, come on Draco! Why do you feel bad?! She probably deserves that.

His brain said all of that rubbish, but his heart seemed to disagree. It screamed loudly, louder than his brain, You pathetic little idiot! How can you say that?! No live being deserves that, not even a cockroach!

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize how he ended up on the emerald green couch in front of a lit fireplace. He dropped his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Taking deep breaths, he began to relax a little. He looked up and stared down at fire, warm and welcoming, yet roaring and dangerous. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there. Maybe for few minutes, maybe even hours. But he didn’t care. All he could think of right now was you.

He didn’t know why he had a sudden urge to help you, he didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to just hold you until your sobs would calm down. He had never felt this way. It confused him. He never cared about you, but for some reason, hearing your cries made his heart shatter into many pieces. Had it been any other person, he would feel sorry for them, he would pity them, but this was definitely not pity. This was… he didn’t know either. But it felt strange.

Standing up, he took one last deep breath and headed towards his dorm room, where he could finally get his long awaited sleep.

[sunburnhurts]

Bear lover || Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

PART ONE PART TWO

Summary: Cedric and Y/n's parents are very close and they decide to go on a camping trip. Y/n and Cedric don't know each other in school, their paths never cross so they don't know they go to the same school. They have only met before on one of their parents get together's, but this get together will be very different. (Pretend cedric has a younger brother lolll).

Words: 2,754

All My Stories

A/n: Hey guys! So I just was on a small vacation, and im about to go on another one, but i wanna post something before I leave bc idk how well tumblr works on my phone, but I also wanted to make a longer story. So there is no promise of me posting all of it, it might have to be 2 parts so im so sorry loll.

Y/n finishes packing everything she needs for her camping trip. Toothbrush, toothpaste, clothes, hairbrush... Y/n thinks as she places the items in her bag, making sure she has everything she needs. A quiet knock on her door almost distracts her, but she finished her train of thought before she answered the door.

"I need help getting my bag." Y/n's little brother, Aaron, looks up at her with glossy eyes which indicated he was frustrated at something.

"Yeah of course Ronnie." Y/n says as she bends down and picks up her 6 year old brother. "Why so sad?"

"Mom said I can't bring more then 2 stuffed animals to the trip." He says with a trembling lip. "But I wanna bring 3." After he said that, tears broke loose from his eyes, making him stuff his head into Y/n's neck.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Y/n gives her brother a squeeze and he looks up at her. "Just put one in my bag, mom and dad don't have to know." She whispers to him and a huge smile is revealed on his red face and he hugs his sister. Y/n hugs and puts him down to get the stuffed animal he wanted.

Aaron runs back with a stuffed bear and places it on Y/n's bed. He then holds Y/n's hand as they walk to his room to get his bag from the top of his closet. Y/n reaches up on her tippy-toes and grabs it.

"Are you excited to see Leo?" Y/n asks as she turns around and places the bag on the toddlers bed. Leo is Cedric's 6 year old brother. Y/n always thought it was funny how her family and Diggory's family had kids at the same time, like it was planned.

"Yes! I can't wait for me, you, Cedric, and Leo to all play together!" Aaron smiles.

Y/n chuckles and says, "Don't get your hopes up, me and Cedric wont be able to play the whole time, 3 weeks is a while you know." Hearing this, Aaron frowns at the girl with begging eyes. "I can't speak for Cedric but I promise to play with you as much as I can!"

"You better!" He pouts, walking over to Y/n and holds her hand again. "Can we have ice cream before we leave?"

Y/n sighs and thinks for a moment. "Pinky promise you wont tell mom and dad?" She holds out her pinky with her unoccupied hand.

"Promise!" He says as he latches his finger with Y/n's.

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Y/n leans over and takes her thumb and wipes the chocolate ice cream in the corner of Aaron's mouth. She rolls her eyes playfully at her messy little brother, who almost got the 2 caught. The Y/L/N family was all in the car, heading to the camp ground.

Y/n's parents were talking to each other about the plans for what to make for food. Her dad said something about eggs, which made Y/n think of eating breakfast. She then went into deep thought about the upcoming trip.

She then thinks about the last time Y/n has saw Cedric, which was 5 years ago. She saw the Diggory family quite a lot, Leo and Aaron had a playdate the other week, but not Cedric. He was always too busy with other things to come visit the Y/L/N family.

She thinks about how young they both were, 11 and tiny. She thinks about how different she looked from now, and how it will be the same for Cedric.

Back when Y/n was 11, she thought Cedric was too cool for her until he approached and befriended her. They were at Y/n's house and were playing the whole time. They had the time of their life. By the time it was time for the Diggory's to leave, the 2 young kids were begging their parents to let them have a sleep over. When their parents said no, they said goodbye, not knowing they wouldn't see each other for another 5 years.

Y/n wondered if Cedric ever thought about that time. She hoped he did, Y/n always wished she could see Cedric again. In her first year of Hogwarts, her mind would wonder off in the middle of class, thinking about what he was doing. Little did she know they were both in Hogwarts, but they never saw each other and their parents never talked about it to them.

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When the Y/L/N family arrives at the cabin, they notice the Diggory family wasn't there, so they decided to start unpacking the car. Y/n grabs both her and her brothers bags and walks into the cabin. She walks around, counting all the rooms and beds. 2 rooms for the parents, and 2 rooms which both had 2 beds for the kids.

Y/n places the bags on a table, unsure of where else to put them. As she does so, she hears a car turn into the cabin's rocky driveway. "Leo's here!" Aaron shouts, dashing to the front door. Nerves tingle Y/n's body as she waits for her old friend to reveal himself.

As Aaron opens the front door, the Diggory family stands right at the door with bags in their hands. Mr. and Mrs. Diggory's face light up as they see Aaron, who is holding the door open for them. The family walks into the cabin and says their hellos to everyone.

"Y/n! How have you been!" Mrs. Diggory says merrily and holds her arms out for a hug.

"I've been good! And yourself?" Y/n asks, returning her hug.

"I've been better, but I can't wait to spend the next 3 weeks with your family!" She responds, exiting the hug. "Cedric! Come say hi to Y/n! You guys haven't seen each other in forever!" Mrs. Diggory waves the boy over and Y/n gets a good look at him.

He is a lot different looking, his hair was longer, he was much taller, and much handsomer. Y/n wasn't afraid to admit that to herself, but certainly not to other people.

Cedric smiles and nods to the girl, saying, "Hey Y/n."

"Hey Cedric," Y/n returns the smile, "long time no see."

"Yeah, sorry about that, I've been super busy with school." Cedric laughs awkwardly as his mother walks away to say hi to the rest of Y/n's family, leaving the 2 alone.

Cedric looked into Y/n's eyes, taking in how much older she looks. More mature, tanner, and very pretty. Whenever his parents were talking about the Y/L/N family, he would always wonder how Y/n was doing. He felt bad for how much he couldn't see that family and he hoped they didn't think he was avoiding them.

"That's all right, I understand," Y/n gleams at the boy, "we have 3 weeks to catch up." Cedric lets out an airy laugh and nods as Y/n's parents come up to talk to Cedric.

As Cedric and Y/n's parents catch up about Cedric's life, Aaron and Leo run up to everyone. "Mom! Dad! Can me and Leo share a room!" Aaron says, interrupting whatever my Cedric was saying.

"As long as it's okay with Leo's parents." My mom says, fixing a hair on Aaron's head that was sticking up. She then looks to me and Cedric and says, "As long as it's okay with you guys to share a room too." Cedric and Y/n both look at each other and nodded in agreement.

"Yay!" The 2 young boys shout in union, running to one of the bedrooms.

Cedric finishes what he was saying before Aaron interrupted him, and Y/n grabbed Aaron and her bags and brought it to Ronnie's room. She then brings her bag to the other room and sets it on a random bed. She starts unpacking all her clothes, placing them in the empty drawer next to her bed. The 2 beds in the room were on opposite ends, both in corners. Y/n took the left bed, closest to a window.

Y/n finishes up unpacking as she hears the door open wider. She turns her head to the sound and sees Cedric walking into the shared room.

"Damn I wanted that bed." Cedric frowns playfully.

"Shoulda called dibs." Y/n says, shrugging her shoulders. Cedric snickers at the girl and walks over to the other bed. Y/n sits on her bed criss-crossed and watches as the boy starts unpacking his things. Y/n hears the voices of her and Cedric's moms entering the room, so she looks at them.

"Now kids," Mrs. Diggory starts as Cedric turns around and sits on his bed the same way Y/n is, "we know you kids are teenagers, but we are trusting you 2 to not do any-" She stops herself, not knowing a word to say.

"-'stuff'" Y/n's mom finishes. Y/n and Cedric share a look of disgust at their mothers.

"Momm." Y/n says shaking her head and looking away.

"I'm sorry Y/n, but as your mother I need to make sure I don't have a grandchild until I'm much older."

Y/n puts her elbows on her legs and buries her face in her hands. Cedric snorts at the situation, finding it funny how embarrassed Y/n is getting. Y/n hears his laugh and shoots her head at him. "This is not something to be laughing about!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Cedric laughs, putting his hands up in defense. Y/n rolls her eyes jokingly and laughs, looking at the 2 moms still standing at the door.

"They're so cute." Y/n and Cedric hears Cedric's mom whisper to Y/n's mom. After the 2 moms leave, Cedric and Y/n sit in silence for a few seconds. Cedric looks over at Y/n and sees something on her bed. He gets up and walks over to her, making Y/n look at him.

"Need a stuffed bear to sleep?" He asks, grabbing Aaron's bear and holding it up with a smirk. Y/n's face got flushed.

"No," Y/n gets up from her bed and reaches out for the stuffed bear, "it's Ronnies."

"Oh really? Then why was it in your bag?" He says, moving the bear out of reach.

"Because he could only bring 2 stuffed animals, but he wanted 3, so I packed one for him because I'm such a good sister." Y/n says, moving around to get the bear.

"That's a good fake story." Cedric teases. He knew it was true, but he found it funny annoying her about it.

"It's not fake! Ask Ron!" Y/n says defensively. She finally got a hold of the bear and Cedric let go, smirking.

"What ever you say, Bear lover!" Cedric walks away from the girl smiling into the room with the rest of the families. Y/n watches Cedric walk away and shakes her head, tossing the bear back on her bed and then following the boy into the kitchen.

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As the first day was ending, the Y/L/N and Diggory family sat around a fire made by Y/n's dad. Aaron and Leo were running around playing games with each other, Y/n and Cedric laughed at the 2 boys tiring themselves out. Y/n and Cedric were sitting next to each other on a bench facing the fire, making small talk about their lives.

"I'm glad we are on this trip, I don't know what I would be doing this summer." Y/n says, thinking about how she would have been in her room all day.

"Me too," Cedric says as he turns his head to look at Y/n, "I would probably hang with the Weasley's and loose my mind."Y/n looks up at him and laughs, thinking about the crazy Weasley twins.

Aaron runs up to the Y/n and begs, "Can we play hide and seek pleeeeaassee?" Y/n and Cedric look at each other and share a "why not" look.

"Yeah sure, Ronnie. I'll start counting, you guys can hide." Y/n says, purposfully leaving Cedric with the 2 younger boys.

Cedric shakes his head at the girl, "How dare you leave me with them."

"Shoulda called dibs!" Y/n says, watching as Cedric gets dragged by the hands of Aaron and Leo. She covers her eyes with her hands and start counting quietly. "1.. 2.. 3...." Once she got to 30, she gets up and walks away from the fire, feeling the coldness of the night air.

Y/n walks around the semi-dark yard, approaching a set of trees. She spots a yellow shirt peeking from behind a tree, just like the shirt Cedric's little brother was wearing. "Hmm, I wonder where Leo is," She says as she peeks behind the tree.

Leo looks up at Y/n and says, "How did you find me!"

"Lucky guess?" Y/n says as she reaches out for his hand. "I don't want you getting lost in the woods." Leo nods and latches his hand in the girls hand. "Do you know where Ronnie is?" Leo smiles, pulling Y/n over to a tall tower of logs.

Before she could peek behind the logs, a tall figure jumps out at the girl saying, "Boo!"

"AH!" Y/n says quickly before covering her mouth. She looks up at the figure, identifying it as Cedric and slaps his arm. "Do not do that!" The boy laughs and places a hand on the girls shoulder.

"Don't be such a scardy cat." He says as the girl smiles and shoves his hand off her shoulder.

"Whatever." She responds. Aaron walks out behind the pile of logs laughing at his older sister, causing his hair to get ruffled by the older girl.

After more rounds of hide and seek, it was time to go inside and get ready for bed. The adults were putting their youngest children to bed, and Cedric and Y/n were getting ready for bed. Y/n was changing into her pajamas in the bathroom, and Cedric was changing in the bedroom.

Once Cedric was done changing, he walks over to Y/n's bed, picking up the stuffed bear. "I see you kept your brothers bear." He says loud enough for Y/n to hear.

"Oh, I guess I forgot to give it to Ronnie." Y/n calls out, rolling her eyes at the boy.

"Mhmm," Cedric says in a sarcastic tone, taking the stuffed bear over to his side of the room. He sits on his bed with the bear in hand and looks down at it. Y/n opens the bathroom door and looks over at Cedric.

"Oh so now you want the bear?" Y/n jokes as she walks over to her bed.

Cedric nods, "Yeah it's actually a pretty cool bear, I don't think I could sleep without it now." Y/n shakes her head and goes under the covers.

"It's so cold in here." Y/n says aloud, not talking to anyone in particular.

"Put on a jumper." Cedric says, looking at the girl.

"I didn't pack one, I didn't think I would need it." Cedric pauses, then gets up and grabs one of his jumpers. He then tosses it to the girl and she gratefully accepts it. Cedric watches from his bed as the girl puts his jumper on and then goes back under the covers.

Y/n's mom and Cedric's mom peek their heads into the room, which catches the attention of Cedric and Y/n. "Goodnight kids." They both say.

"Goodnight mom." Y/n and Cedric say in union. The 2 moms turn the light off and closes the door. Y/n looks up at the ceiling, thinking about the eventful day, still tired from the long drive.

Cedric looks over at Y/n as he recalls a memory from when they were younger. "Remember when we were running around in your basement and you knocked into your mom's vase?"

Y/n turns her head to the boy, smiling at the memory. She was somewhat surprised that he remembered that. "You remember that?"

"Of course I remember, you have a scar on your arm in the exact spot you hit the table." Y/n's face turns red from how observant he was of the girl. "Did you ever get caught?"

Y/n turns her body to face the boy, responding with, "I said the cat knocked it over, but I don't think my mom believed it."

A breathy laugh came from Cedric and he adjusts his body to face Y/n. "Why haven't I ever seen you at Hogwarts?" Y/n asked. "Were you avoiding me?"

"How could I ever avoid THE Y/n Y/l/n?!" He jokes.

"That's what I was wondering!"

"I'm not sure why you haven't seen me, I'm at Quidditch most the time. Have you gone to any Hufflepuff matches?"

"I've gone to a few Gryffindor ones. I think I went to the one where Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor."

"You're welcome for that win." Cedric winks at Y/n.

"Wait," Y/n thinks for a moment, "you were the one that caught the snitch!" Cedric laughs and nods his head. "Wow I never knew I was in the presence of the king of Quidditch!"

"You might need to get my autograph or people wont believe you've met me!" Y/n snickers and turns her body to face the ceiling. "So Ms. Y/n, why have I not seen you at Hogwarts?"

"I'm not sure, I'm usually outside of my room, hanging with my friends."

"Maybe I've seen you, but not recognized you. You look a lot different you know." Cedric said, emphasizing the word "lot".

"In a good way, I hope." Y/n laughs.

"Yes," Cedric pauses for a second, still facing the girl. "in a good way."

Y/n smiles and says, "You look different too, you don't have those big glasses you used to have."

"You did not need to bring that up."

"Too late." Y/n smiles and blinks tiredly. There was a moment of silence before Y/n said, "Goodnight Cedric."

"Goodnight, bear lover." Cedric says, even though he is still holding the stuffed bear in his hand.

END OF PART 1

Not pre-read!

A/n: Hey guys! I'm going to be writing more tonight, but I can't promise to post it until I'm back from vacation, so I hoped you liked this! If it wasn't clear, Y/n and Cedric found out they went to the same school when they were talking at the fire. Thank you for reading and I'll be starting on the next part!

[lythea-creation]

The Honor Of A Slytherin - Platonic Hermione Granger x fem reader

summary: Hermione is surprised to say the least when a Slytherin suddenly stands up for her

warnings: bullying

word count: 848

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I was on my way to class when I heard the rustle. Another fight between Slytherins and Gryffindors.

Honestly I did not get it. Why did people have to be so narrow-minded?

As Slytherins prefect it felt like my duty to intervene. So I made my way over to the students fighting. Or rather Draco Malfoy bullying a Gryffindor girl.

I did not really know what this was about, but I did know Draco Malfoy. It was hard not to know him actually as he was behaving like a prince.

“What's going on here?”, I inquired when I arrived.

The girl looked up at me with spite in her eyes. I raised my eyebrow at that.

“That little mudblood just got on our nerves”, Draco declared.

I sighed at his choice of wording. “You really shouldn't talk like that”, I scolded him.

“Who do you think you are?”, he challenged me with a glare, his arms crossed in front of his chest.

How could a twelve-year-old be so cocky?

I smirked down at him, being easily a head taller than him. “Who do you think you are, talking to anyone like that? Do you seriously think you're better than her just because your family consists of wizards and witches? Could you beat her in a fair fight then? Or in an exam?”, I questioned.

I had no idea who that girl was, but the huge book she was carrying with her told me that she was hard-working.

The death glare he was sending me was kinda cute actually. I had put up with a lot of bullies before. My best friends were muggleborn and had therefore received many snarky remarks and even more. But this was just hilarious.

“Just go and leave her alone, Draco”, I advised him.

“You dare talk to me like that? Do you know who my father is?”, he threatened me.

“Of course I know”, I noted with a scoff. “He's a weak man who can only handle himself through connections, just like you.”

I could almost see the steam coming out of his ears at my comments.

From the corner of my eyes I could see the Gryffindor girl chuckling.

“If you don't mind I would like to head to class now. So do all of us a favor and just cut this childish behavior”, I requested.

Now he was furious, relying on his friends to stand a chance against me. But he had no idea who I was.

Their pathetic attempt at a spell was quickly deflected by me. Their wands were in my hand before they could even think of another spell.

“Hey! Give them back!”, Draco protested.

“I'll let Professor McGonagall deal with this. So if you don't want to get into any more trouble than you already are, you should leave now and go to class”, I considered.

They cursed as they walked away, but I could not care less. They were like little puppies making a scene, thinking they were a grown-up shepherd dog.

“Thanks for helping me out”, the Gryffindor girl proposed.

“No big deal”, I brushed it off. “I'm (f/n) by the way. If they make any more trouble you can always come to me. I'm the Slytherin prefect anyway.”

“I'm Hermione. Honestly I didn't know there were kind Slytherins as well”, she admitted.

“You shouldn't judge too quickly”, I remarked. “Our reputation is way ahead of most of us.”

“Yeah, I see that now. Are you a muggleborn as well?”, she wondered.

“No. Actually I'm a pureblood, but I don't really care about this whole blood status nonsense. It doesn't mean anything”, I pointed out.

“Doesn't feel like it sometimes”, Hermione mumbled.

I placed my hand on her shoulder to comfort her. “Don't let them drag you down! I'm sure you'll become a great witch. It doesn't matter what they think. As long as you have people who love you the way you are, that's all you need. You're a Gryffindor, right? Hold your head up high.”

She was beaming at my words as if I had just ignited a new fire inside her.

“I will”, she promised. “Thanks again.”

With those words she walked away to class.

I was going to be late. Great …

I hurried through the corridors until I arrived and opened the door.

“You're late, Miss (l/n)”, Professor McGonagall noted.

“I'm sorry, Professor. There was a fight between the second years and I couldn't just walk by. Draco Malfoy and his friends attacked me by the way. So I took their wands with me”, I explained and handed her their wands.

My professor smiled proudly at me. I was one of her best students. So she knew I was not just messing around.

“Alright then. Take your seat and try this new spell then. You can tell me more about this incident after class”, she suggested.

In the end I got the house points back we lost thanks to Malfoy.

[loevemora]

final | tom riddle

warnings: mentions of blood.

genre: angst.

Tom Riddle strode down the hall. He didn’t know where to go or what to do with himself. He was sure. Always sure of himself. But right now, doubt crept into him, and he did not like it one bit. Go to the dorms. Find the others. There’s a puzzle to be solved somewhere. Just be unobtrusive. Sure, a boy as pale as modest calcite and carrying an almost dead body in his arms wouldn’t be noticed at all. His footsteps scattered to the doors of the Slytherin common room. He remembered what Lestrange had said about witches who overexert their power falling ill or suffering a harsh fatal fate. He felt his robe droop. He looked down to see the blood of Inara’s abdomen seeking into him, weighing his uniform down. He cursed the damned apparition restrictions. He cursed his damned legs. He needed to be fast.

In the fire-lit common room sat Rosier, Nott, Lestrange, Malfoy and Ivanov. At the sound of shuffling, they all turned to the sound. Ivanov gasped at the sight, straightening to a stand.

“Merlin Riddle, what happened?”

The forest served as an escape for Inara. She had made it a habit to sneak into the wooded areas during odd hours of the night when everyone was asleep. This was her lullaby. This was her salvation. She crossed over the barked grounds, her feet light as she trekked and weaved in silence.

The moonlight shone down, illuminating the path for her—it served as mere aesthetic; she could find her way around blindfolded. The gravelled path rolled into a tight lane. The fine curves of the trees walled the passageway, reaching out to the skies. A lake lay in the wake of the path’s opening.

Inara readjusted her wand and stepped gingerly over a decaying rat, the smell causing her to scrunch her nose. Her silken robe billowed faintly, brushing the edge of the wind as she made her way to the corner of the waters. She sat down on the firm earth. She freed the blade that sat obediently in the security of her boot. The night’s light glistened in the reflection of the chrome cutter, and her ears perked at the distant crunch of leaves. He always did follow her.

“Tempting, Riddle, isn’t it?” Inara sat still and looked ahead into the water that mirrored her face. Her eyes, wide and dark, slipped into his green orbs.

“I suppose so.” Riddle unclasped his hands from his back as he strutted forward from the shelter of the shadows. “We might as well indulge it.”

“We?” She gazed up at him. He walked with precision, his posture so elegant she felt like pushing him over, just so he could not seem so close to perfection. She looked back down at her blade. She had almost mastered the lost art of Dark Magic; a feat she was determined to best. That may have been the reason Riddle associated himself with her in the first place. She could see it in his eyes the first time they met. His avaricious eyes practically drank in all of her being once he had discovered her allure to dark magic. Their meeting was inevitable.

“Of course. It’s only fair.” His eyes examined her. The blade in her hand shined arrogantly bright and he found himself wondering where she had found the odd thing.

Inara blew the slightest exhale and gestured to the spot next to her, “Sit.”

Riddle did not like being told what to do, but he found himself sitting anyway.

“This will only sting for a split second,” Inara mumbled, her eyes trained on her blade. In her spot, she turned her body towards Riddle, and sat on her shins. She refused to meet his eye. She needed to focus.

Riddle found himself staring at the witch in front of him. He understood people. He could read people. A skill he had polished and recognised as one of his assets. And if he could not read people, he would trace every line of their minds, whether they allowed him to or not. He did not understand, however, the brick wall that was Inara.

He remembered the day they had met, she was perched on one of the windows along the aisle towards the Slytherin common room. People passed her, never acknowledging her presence, he had almost thought he imagined her. She sat, a leg crossed over another, and traced the lines of her palm with her wand, too entranced in her actions to care for any distractions around her. He found her curious and when she held an unflinching mental barricade against his attempt of legilimency, the curiosity only grew.

“Your head is bleeding.”

“Least of your concerns, Riddle.” Inara reached out for his arm at his side as he sat back on his heels.

Riddle agreed with her. As far as he knew, he did not feel the need to check up on the well-being of anyone. He did not feel. He kept silent when Inara reached for his hand. He kept silent when she sliced his palm. He kept silent when she sliced her palm. Her eyes, wide and dark, identical to her long locks, swayed in the rhythm of the wind, a strand straying in the grips of the blood streak on the side of her head. And when she raised her bloodied hand to rest it on his heart, it took all of him to keep from moving.

She recited an incantation, her eyes spilling into the darkness of his own. His veins stood at a standstill, and he swallowed a hefty breath as his muscles quieted. The air around them swirled near and the crunch of the leaves fell silent. Behind Inara, Riddle could barely make out the red light that hung in the dark edge of the surrounding trees. And when the odd light barreled straight toward him, his reflexes urged him to move. He did not, of course.

Inara’s incantations fell silent, and the happenings of the trees returned back to normal. Riddle tensed and welcomed the newfound weight of magic he felt surging throughout his body. Dark magic; beautiful magic; powerful magic. The sight of the witch before him cleared his sight. Her eyes mirrored the magic heaving through him and her lips were slightly parted to heave an exhale. The magic had taken a toll on her.

“Teach me.” It wasn’t so much a plea as it was a demand. Inara did not appreciate his tone.

“Manners, Riddle.”

At Riddle’s silence, Inara raised a brow. “Don’t get shy now.” She could see the vexation in Riddle’s taut jawline. He was dangerous to look at.

Riddle did not beg. He did not plead. Begging and pleading was a practice for lowly mutants, peasants below him. And yet, the witch before him, in all her smugness, was a temptation he did not mind indulging. He would gladly master the art of Dark Magic just to watch the smug ghost of a smile fall from her face. He wanted to reach out and skim the curves of her dark locks. And then what? He shook his head. She was dangerous to look at.

Before he could voice out a response, the blaring red light identical to the one from moments before had returned, hurdling straight towards Inara. The light connected to her body, illuminating the witch. She seemed at ease. Did she expect this? At once, Inara collapsed forward, and Riddle’s arms wrapped around her instinctively.

He was in the Slytherin dorm room; his gaze tense as he watched Inara’s peaceful figure laid straight on the emptied coffee table in front of the fireplace. The group was alert, Ivanov’s eyes were fixed on the witch before her. The knick knacks she had sent the boys to grab were perched on the space beside Inara. Rosier and Nott sat on the fixtures between the bed and the table. Lestrange sat cross-legged on the floor at the foot of Inara’s body, Malfoy welcomed the embrace of the couch nearest to the fireplace, and Riddle stood at the back of Ivanov, scrutinising her every move with his unwithering stare.

In the whisper of Ivanov’s lips lay a prayer before she bared the materials into a mortar; a song she had memorised the choreography to—step by step. This had to work. She would die before she let her friend succumb to her injuries. She grazed the line of Inara’s jaw, tipping her head back so she could pour the finalised concoction into her mouth, then resealed her lips shut.

Silence hugged the standstill of the room and everyone in it. The traitorous flames of the fire waved across Inara’s dark lashes. Slowly, the gaping well of blood in her abdomen began to seal; slowly but surely. Ivanov urged Inara to wake; she did not like the idea of post-Inara-death Tom Riddle. The amplification of an already dark and cruel Tom Riddle. The warmth of the fire did not soothe the shudder that rolled through her. She also just wanted her friend back; her stupid almost dead friend—to wake; her most beloved companion in this group of gross smelly boys. She could not bear their putridness all on her own.

Just as Riddle seemed about ready to turn the school building inside out, Inara’s eyes opened. The unified exhale of the entire group cracked through the suspense and ridded the tension of the dramatic moment.

Ivanov pinched the awakened girl, a hand on her heart as she exasperated, “I thought you were gone! Do not ever do that to me again.”

Inara kissed the knuckle of Ivanov’s hand, “Thank you for waking me, dear.”

Ivanov flushed at the sudden confession. “Oh, don’t be so forward, you twat! It’s quite alright.”

“The witch awakens.” Inara turned and faced the blond boy sprawled on the couch. “Next time you feel like dying, do me a favour and hurl yourself off the Ravenclaw Tower.” Inara glowered at the boy, his face and posture proud of his witty remark. Deep down, she knew he was relieved that she had not died; he was in the room was he not? Either way, she was drowsy and the boy was annoying her. She waved a hand towards him, sealing his lips shut. At the action, Malfoy’s brows raised to an all-time high, his face a scowl of frustration at the coerced silence of his precious voice. Low chuckles sounded around the room at the sight before them. Malfoy was going to get Inara back good—real good.

“Good thing you’re up. We have training at dawn.” Lestrange informed her, a warmth in his hardened stare. His body was toned and he built a figure wider than the rest of the boys. His fox eyed stare withered the mere beings of people but he held camaraderie with Inara. With a brief nod of acknowledgement, he stood up and headed to his dorm room.

Sandwiched in the fixtures, Rosier and Nott exchanged glances with one another. Rosier leaned into Nott and whispered something in his ear. With a barely contained giggle, Nott turned to Malfoy and raised his wand adorned hand. He sent a bat-bogey hex his way and did not wait to feel the wrath of Malfoy before he ran out the dorm room, a loud cackle escaping him while bat-infested-nosed-Malfoy attempted to chase him down.

The remaining cohort Rosier and Ivanov both shared a look. That was all it took for them to take their leave. Inara’s brows furrowed and she tilted her head. “Where are you guys going?” Rosier met her gaze and his eyes flickered from her figure to the space behind her. He exited before Inara could say anything else. The door closed behind them and she turned to find Riddle standing above her, his stare ever solid. “Oh.”

Riddle raised a brow. He stood in the shadow of the corner. Lunatic. “Oh?”

“What do you want, Riddle?”

Said boy drank in the assumed state of the witch before him. The ends of her hair, deeply dark, found solace on the top of the table, waving in curls so immaculate, he wanted to reach out and soothe them. Perched on the table, her legs hung off the edge and she stared up at him, apprehension and annoyance swarming behind those inked orbs. He could drown in them.

“What happened back there?” Riddle’s tone was firm, solid rock ingrained into the earth.

She did not feel like talking about it but by the looks of the boy in front of her, she did not really think he bothered about what she felt. With a sigh, she explained, “I overexerted myself. When the surge of my incantation bellowed beneath your muscles, your veins, my magic gained rule over me.”

“How did you know I felt that surge?”

“I know my magic.”

“Inara.”

“It’s Velor to you.”

Riddle uncrossed his arms and strolled over to the stubborn girl on the table, holding her gaze as he sank to his knees and sat back on his heels. With swiftness, he brought forward the alcohol-polished tweezers beside Inara and pulled her wounded hand forward.

“What are you–” Her query was quickly cut off by the stern glare of the boy before her. She watched his actions as he began to pluck the minute pieces of gravel and dirt from her open cut. His focus reigned in on her wound, meticulously extracting the stubborn articles. It stung like hell but she forced down any sort of reaction to the slight discomfort.

His robe sank from a burdened weight; it looked soaked. Her eyes enlarged. She reached her unharmed hand to the silken material. “Is this my doing?” She asked, slightly jarred. She rubbed the soaked robe between her fingers and pulled back, recognising the red of her blood that the fabric had sponged up. Riddle grabbed her wrist, and with a clean corner of his robe, he wiped the crimson remnants from her blood-stained fingers.

He fixed her wounded hand with a bandage and traced the lines of her veins with the point of his finger all the way to her neck pulse. She fixed her jaw, a determined stare she did not want to break under the withering gaze of Tom Riddle. The rounded darkness of his eyes flickered to her lips for the briefest second before resting on her neck where his hand sat; a lone finger pressed to her pulse.

“Yes, dear, this was all your doing,” and at once, he felt the resurgence of an entirely different magic between the fittings of his bloodstream.

The ghost of a grin painted Inara’s face. Tom took her in. With a tilt of her head, she let a smug smile break out into her face, ignoring the blood that chattered against her teeth. She looked crazed. Tom’s brow lifted. If that wasn’t an invitation…

“Well, hell,” Riddle muttered. He closed the distance between them and took Inara’s face in his hands. He moved slowly, deliberately, kept the kiss quiet, the barest brush of lips, giving Inara the chance to pull away if she wanted to, though he didn’t know what he would do if she resisted. But she didn’t. She drew closer.

[rose-of-the-grave]

The Great War: Chapter 3

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Hey, sorry for the wait, I was busy finishing up some requests but here's part 3! As promised we do finally meet Mattheo. As always I'm the author (please don't repost)

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Warnings: divination class, tessomancy(tea leaf reading), smoking, use of nicknames(little lioness and princess), let me know if there's anything else

Word Count: 2698

Description: Y/N has a class with none of her friends, leading her to sit with some Slytherins. Later, in an effort to get some fresh air she runs into a mysterious figure she soon discovers the identity of.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover, @relminnie

“Congrats on making the team!” Katie said, before walking over to sit with her friends.

“Thanks!”

Random people in Gryffindor had been coming up to her all morning to congratulate her on making the team. Taking a seat at the table she grabbed some food.

“Morning.” She said.

“Hey Y/N.” Harry greeted from his seat across from her.

Ron looked up, “Hey! Congrats!”

“You too!” She said, “Now all three of us will be on the team together!”

“Yeah. Speaking of, when’s our first practice?”

Harry looked over and said, “We start next week on Monday.”

Changing the subject, Y/N turned to Hermione and asked, “So, what’s your schedule for today? I have Charms then Divination.”

Hermione made a face of disgust. She had never liked Divination and had always wondered why Y/N continued to take the class. Y/N didn’t particularly like the class but since she had managed to pass with high enough marks on her OWLs she figured she might as well give it a chance.

“We have Charms together, then after I have Arithmancy.”

“Nice. I wonder who will be in Divination.” Y/N mused. She hoped that she would at least have some people she knew. Lavender and Parvati would be in it but she didn’t really like hanging out with them.

A little later in the day, after Charms class, Y/N trudged up the stairs to the Divination classroom. It was not for the faint of heart. When she got to the class she took a seat near some people she vaguely knew which unfortunately included Lavender and Parvati. They exchanged polite smiles but nothing more.

“Welcome, students to the class of Divination!” Professor Trelawney greeted in a breezy voice. Y/N looked around, most of the people in the class were Ravenclaws. She knew a few, but not well.

“For this class, I ask you all to please pair up with someone. They will be your partner for the rest of the year.”

Parvati and Lavender paired up together, leaving her no other option. She was going to have to find someone that would at least be bearable. Standing up she walked around, trying to see if there was anyone who wasn’t partnered up yet.

“Y/L/N! You can be my partner.” She turned around to see Pansy sitting at a table next to the only two other Slytherins in the class, Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott. Naturally, the two boys had paired up already, leaving Pansy without any alternative. Both Slytherins looked at their friend astonished that she would willingly ask a Gryffindor, a friend of Harry Potter no less, to be her partner.

She walked over and took a seat across from the black haired Slytherin girl.

“Thanks.”

The girl’s somewhat approachable expression turned to a disgruntled look. “Don’t thank me.” Message received. Pansy might be acting nicer but that didn’t mean that they were all of a sudden friends. She was going to have to work to ingratiate herself.

“Today’s lesson will be a review of what we learned in third year. Tessomancy, the art of reading tea leaves.” Cups of tea, already brewed, appeared at every table. “Drink up!”

Now, tea wasn’t bad but the kind of tea that Trelawney used tasted horrible. Everybody started to sip the tea, including Y/N.

“Ugh! This tastes worse than it did three years ago.” Draco complained.

“Just like your mother's cooking.” Theodore joked. Weird. She hadn’t been over to the Malfoy’s residence in years but she didn’t recall Narcissa ever cooking. Maybe she only did so when there weren't any visitors?

Y/N snorted, amused. All three pairs of eyes were suddenly turned onto her.

Malfoy turned to look at her with narrowed eyes, sneering, “So, Y/L/N. I’m surprised you were able to take this class. Weren’t you given an Acceptable on your OWL?”

Raising an eyebrow she responded, “Didn’t realize you concerned yourself so much with my OWL results. Perhaps next time you should check your facts. Professor Trelawney takes Acceptables for the NEWT level of Divination.”

“She’s right. How d’you think I got into this class Draco? You know I suck at Divination.” Pansy said.

“I thought you passed.”

“I did. With an Acceptable.”

He made a disgruntled sound before turning back to his table.

Her tablemate looked over at her, “What do you see in yours?” Pansy asked.

“Oh, not much, just a lump of tea leaves.” Y/N said, tilting her cup for Pansy to see.

“It kind of looks like a skull.”

She looked at again, “Huh. I guess so. What does that mean again?”

She was about to open her book when from next to her she heard Theodore say, “It means ‘danger in your path’.”

“Thanks.” That was easily the third time she’s ever heard him talk in all of her years at Hogwarts. The first was in first year when she had still sort of hung out with Draco and Theodore had first joined the friend group. The second time had been a lot more memorable however. In fourth year, after the ‘Incident’, he had been the only other one besides Blaise who knew the truth. She had expected him to tell the truth and get Blaise out of detention. He never did.

“What about yours, what does it say?”

Pansy showed her her cup, “I don’t know. What do you think it looks like?”

“It kinda looks like a bird.”

“Yeah, but what bird? They all have different meanings.”

“Falcon, I think.”

She hummed before leaning over to the boys’ table, “Hey Theo, what does a falcon mean?”

He sighed and without looking up said, “‘A deadly enemy.’”

Y/N pointed out, “But look, there’s also what looks like a sun. That’s ‘great happiness’.”

“So basically I’m going to almost die?”

“Looks like it.”

“Well, shit.” She scooted her chair a bit over to Draco and Theodore’s table. “What about you?” She asked while peering over his shoulder.

“A cross and an acorn.” Draco said.

“Well that’s not too bad.”

“It’s actually pretty fucking accurate considering…” He trailed off, both of them looked over at Y/N.

Interesting, she thought. A cross meant ‘trials and suffering’. Maybe he was connecting that to himself being a death eater. She mentally shook her head. They didn’t know that for sure. Although he was acting pretty suspicious, going into the Room of Requirement late at night. She probably should have mentioned that to Harry but he was already watching his every move on the Marauders Map so he most likely knew already.

By the end of class they had all shared their observations, with a few seemingly taking their predictions very seriously to the point of tears. Idiots, she thought. Most predictions that she had heard made in this class never came true, except for a handful. Then again, her views on the subject might be slightly colored by the fact that none of her friends liked this class. Hermione thought it was a load of dung while both Ron and Harry saw it as fairly useless. Both of them had barely passed the class, only doing so after coming up with all kinds of made up predictions so Trelawney thought that they were successful.

It was for this reason that she didn’t think much of her supposed future. ‘Danger in her path’? With Voldemort back from the dead of course there was going to be danger in her path. Only a fool would think otherwise. She may be a pureblood but she was considered a blood traitor for consorting with muggle borns and other blood traitors. Funnily enough, people had more of an issue with her being friends with Ron and Hermione than they did with Harry.

Grabbing her bag, she shoved her textbook in and took her cup over to the rack. She then followed the other students as they left the class. Finally, all of her classes for the day were over and she could now focus on the mountains of homework that had already been assigned.

“Why is there so much of it?” Ron whined, looking over the assigned writing for Defense Against the Dark Arts. “I swear he’s trying to torture us into quitting.”

Hermione looked up from where she was diligently working on the assignment, “Snape was right about one thing, we are woefully unprepared. Every year we have a new teacher who changes up the curriculum. We didn’t even learn anything from Umbridge. Thankfully we had you Harry, but there was only so much you could teach us.”

Harry gave her a grateful look from where he was pouring over his Potions book.

“It’s a miracle we all passed the OWL for the class, I didn’t even know some of the spells on it.”

“At least some of the curriculum this year is going over things we already know like the Cruciatus Curse. I mean, how can we forget Mad-Eye Moody’s approach.”

Harry made a noise but didn’t say anything. They all remembered the version of Mad-Eye that they had met first. How he got away with demonstrating the Cruciatus and Imperius Curses on students was unimaginable. It all made sense now that they knew he had actually been a Death Eater but still.

“That and Dementors. We know a bit about them thanks to third year. Plus, now we all know how to cast a patronus thanks to Harry so that part of the class shouldn’t be too bad.”

Ron looked over at her, “Yeah. What was yours again?”

“I can’t recall.” She said, shifting a bit in her seat.

“Wasn’t it a snake or something?” Hermione asked.

Y/N shrugged, changing the subject quickly to Slughorn. “So, Harry. I heard you joined the Slug Club. I thought you said you weren’t going to.”

He shrugged, “Changed my mind.” Well that was odd. He didn’t usually keep secrets from the group.

“But why?” Ron asked. He was still a bit put out that both Harry and Hermione had been invited.

“Slughorn knew my mom. I figured maybe he could tell me a bit about her.”

They all shared a look of understanding. It wasn’t something they talked about that much but there was always an undercurrent of knowing that all three of them had parents. Harry on the other hand barely knew anything about his. Sirius and Professor Lupin had both been friends with them but he didn’t get to spend much time with them. She still laughed a bit when she remembered all of the stories Sirius had told about him and Harry’s dad when they were all at school.

“How was Divination?” Hermione asked, her upper lip curling a bit when she said the word. Her long standing disdain for the class had become a running joke ever since third year.

“It was fine. It was mostly Ravenclaws.” Y/N wasn’t quite sure how they would all feel knowing that she had willingly sat with Slytherins, especially suspected Death Eaters. It was a well known fact that their parents were so it was only a matter of time before they joined in their eyes. She knew they wouldn’t understand unless she told them why she did it but she couldn’t do that. Dumbledore made her promise.

She looked down at her assignment for Ancient Runes. Merlin, she hated that class. The only reason she passed was thanks to Hermione. She didn’t have it again until Monday so she decided to wait to do it later. Instead she opted for finishing her assignment for Divination which was an illustration of her tea leaves, her observations, and what she thought that meant. Once she did that, she continued her DADA assignment. Only Snape would assign a ten page essay on Inferi on the very first day.

Later that night, after already being in bed she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. After what felt like hours she accepted her fate and sat up. Everyone else was fast asleep. Tossing her covers she pulled on a pair of boots and grabbed a jacket.

The school was illuminated by the torches but the lack of natural light and other students made it feel creepy. Walking slowly, she paid attention to any little noise or shadow. Some of the castle ghosts were floating around in the halls but they paid her no mind. Soon she reached her destination.

The courtyard was dark and gloomy, the arches creating odd shadows. What was, during the day, full of students hanging out, had now become spooky. She continued walking away from the castle and into the main area. A sound echoed through the air, a stone on the ground. She whirled around at the startling noise, praying that it wasn’t Mrs. Norris, or worse, Filch. Y/N stepped out into the open courtyard, the moon finally visible and lighting her way. It was peaceful at this time of night, despite the threat of being caught out of bed past curfew but after five years of breaking rules now was not the time to start worrying.

Hearing another sound, she called out, “Hello?” Making sure her voice didn’t carry too much.

All was quiet until she heard yet another noise, if she wasn’t mistaken it almost sounded like the sound of a lighter being flicked on. Odd. Most of the students here used magic for light. Even fewer smoked so she heavily suspected that it was one of the older Slytherins. There were rumors of their use of alcohol and drugs at the parties they liked to throw. As a Gryffindor she had never been, but she had heard about them.

About twenty feet away, partially behind the shadowy figure of a tree was a small, flickering light. Curious, she hesitantly drew closer to it. The closer she got the more she was able to see. It was a student, that much was clear.

“Lumos.” Almost blinding light illuminated the courtyard, allowing her to see who sat before her. It was Mattheo Riddle.

“Lost, little lioness?” The light’s reflection dancing in his dark eyes.

“Don’t call me that.” She snapped.

“What would you prefer?” He smirked, leaning in a bit, his voice lowering, “Princess?”

Pulling back a few steps, she shot back, “Shouldn’t you be plotting to take over the world?” Trying to keep her cool. There was a reason so many girls fawned over him despite his heritage. He was beautiful, like a fallen angel, and had a voice that created butterflies in unsuspecting victims’ stomachs. That didn’t mean he was affecting her. She was strong.

Somewhat bitterly, he grimaced. “That’s my father.”

Arching an eyebrow, “And here I was, thinking it was genetic.”

“The same could be said of you. All of your family are Slytherins and yet here you are, a Gryffindor.”

Her brow furrowed. How the hell did he know that?

In answer to her silent question he simply said, “Malfoy.” He looked away, taking another drag of his cigarette. Her eyes caught on his ring. It was silver but she was fairly certain that she had seen it before. 

Of course, Bellatrix Lestrange. They had only met once, last year but she remembered it. It had been on her hand when she had been restraining Hermione before the Order had answered their call. There had been a rumor that she was his mother but there had never been any confirmation. People assumed, based off of his hair, just as curly as hers, and his friendship, if you could even call it that, with Draco.

Lost in thought, she didn’t realize that he had stood up and was putting out his cigarette with the heel of his shoe. Before she could do something he turned to her and said, “Good night, princess.” Before disappearing into the darkness as if he had never even been there. The only thing that indicated his presence was the smell of smoke and the silver lighter.

Bending down, she grabbed it, turning it over in her hand. An MR had been carved into the side of it. Brushing her finger against the carving, she pocketed it.

Chapter 4>>

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Small little blurb for Theo Nott

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Vienna

Theo hummed a song he didn’t know the name of as he read, his head rested on his palm. He softly sang “Vienna waits for you”

And then stopped abruptly. He’d heard that song before. A muggle song no doubt. So where had he heard it? A sea of memories flashed through his mind, all concerning his potions partner. A girl, a girl he had been thinking about a lot. He remembered how sweet the melody sounded coming from her lips as she scribbled potions ingredients on a piece of parchment. His dreamy memory sharpened and the name scrawled on the parchment came into focus, Y/N Lupin. He felt his heart speed up, he was in love with one of his best friend’s cousin.

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Draco Drabble

a/n: what happens when two people that hate each other stay at school over holiday?

Blog Details | Let’s take a trip

Draco Malfoy x Black!fem!reader (Gryffindor)

warning(s): smut, no protection (don’t do what they did unless you want a baby), squirting, degrading w praise

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He pounds into my cervix at in inhuman speed. I’m gripping the back of the green velvet of the couch so hard that my knuckles start to ache. The room echoes with my moans as I scream out his name. He turns my braids into a make shift ponytail and pulls me up until my back meets his chest.

“Such a good little slut for me. Come on. Cum for daddy.”

His fingers down from my waist to in between my thighs. The tips of his fingers meet my throbbing clit and I let out a sob.

“Please,” I choke out.

I get this feelings in this pit of my stomach. A peeing sensation.

“That’s it. I feel you clenching around me. Just let go.”

I drop my mouth open in a silent scream and feel everything release out of me. My thighs drip with my release.

“Oh fuck me.” He says right before he shoots his cum into me.

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Draco Malfoy x Reader [General 💗!]

Pairing : Draco Lucious Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Genre : Fluff 💌🧸! + Rivals to lovers

Warning(s)⚠️ : None !

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If someone had told the young prince of Slytherin that his academic rival who he shared most of his classes with would soon become the object of his affection , he wouldn't have believed them . After all , he hated you and wished nothing more than to see you fail ! But what if that wasn't the case ?

From the moment you two had met , you were two constantly clashing forces of nature . Two extremely different people with simillar academic ambitions ! And that led to a lot of conflict between you . From the corner of your eye , you could always see him giving you death stares during both classes and free time .

You were a very quiet person , a pacifist who avoided conflict like the plague . You were one of your house's greatest students and it showed in your performances academically . You didn't have many friends , and you spent a lot of your time quietly reading at the study halls library . However , unlike Malfoy you also didn't have many enemies .

So how did the prince of Slytherin realize that his feeling for you may not have been fueled by hatred ? The answer is quite simple ! As Mcgonagal was explaining the effects of the Amortensia potion to your class , carefully instructing each one of you to examine it closely while also telling you the history it has had with young couples everywhere . As Malfoy put the little glass bottle containing the pink liquid up to his face , he was shocked to find that his happened to smell like your perfume , which you wore everyday to school .

He was worried and flustered but even more so confused ! How could you possibly be his crush ? You hated him and he hated you too ! Except if ...

Malfoy's life turned upside down at that excact moment . He had sleepless nights wondering how he really felt about you , and no longer wished to compete against you . Was he losing his mind ? Or could it be that he never hated you at all , but was simply blinded by his own pride , something that caused his feelings for you to blur ? He had to find out .

And what was his mastermind ? Asking you out . However , he knew that you wouldn't just agree to go out with him if he asked you in person . He decided to be smart , so he wrote you a love letter which he left in front of your locker when no one was looking . The letter described in detail his request to meet you at a cozy little cafe close to the school grounds . And then he waited ...

He waited until you want to you locker to pick up some of your books and watched with bated breath as you picked up his letter and read it . He could feel a faint smile forming on his face as he watched your cheeks turn red . He could feel his heartbeat quickening as he saw you pick up your book and walk to your next class , with a pep in your step !

Malfoy immediately springs into action and starts to prepare . He takes a bath and makes sure to wear something nice and presentable , along with buying you a bouquet of flowers . He went to the cafe early to wait for you , bouquet in hand . And as he saw you walking towards the cafe , he felt his heart drop and his hands becoming shakey . However , he tried to keep his cool as he ushered you inside .

As a lover :

Malfoy (without a doubt) has taken after his father's beliefs on traditional romance . He will absolutely treatyou like a queen by showering you in expensive gifts and taking you out on dates almost daily . And when you tow are not together , he will send you love letters filled with words sweeter than honey and poems describing his burning desire to see you smile and lovingly hold you in his arms every minute you are away from him .

Don't get me wrong though , he is still the proud prince of Slytherin and he will waste no opportunity to brag about you and ramble about his success in "seducing you with his never-ending charm" , all while still playfully competing with you as his academic rival during classes and such !

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He Always Said

Request: Yes / No  Hey would you be able to do a cheater!draco x potter!sister! Reader with a whole ton of angst it’s ok if not xx😋 @slytherinpenguin12​

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Word count: 946

Warnings: Cheating and Harry being stupid and a bit of a dick

Y/N: Your Name 

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My brother always warned me about Draco, but I never listened. Draco was always an amazing boyfriend to me and he constantly spoiled me, even though I always told him not to. However, all that changed when my class ended and I was walking around to find Draco. I turned the corner that lead to the Slytherin common room and saw Draco pushing Pansy up against the wall and kissing her. I stared at them for a moment, my brain not fully processing what I was seeing. There was no way my boyfriend of three years was cheating on me with one of his best friends, that he told me I didn’t need to worry about… 

“D-Draco?” I asked quietly. Both their heads snapped up and looked at me with wide eyes. My eyes locked with the silver eyes of my love, he looked shocked, guilty, and worried. A tear fell down my cheek and Pansy had a small smirk on her face. 

“Y/N, I-” 

“Don’t.” I said. Draco walked closer to be and I back up until my back hit the wall. 

“You’re cheating on me?” I asked, tears continuing to fall. 

“I’m so sorry, Y/N.” He said with sad eyes. 

“Sorry for doing it or sorry for being caught?” I asked. 

“Love, I-” 

“Save it. We’re over, Malfoy.” I said. Hurt flashed in his eyes when I called him by his last name. It was the first time I’ve ever called him that. My heart shattered seeing his face like that, but I turned to leave. Draco grabbed my arm and stopped me. 

“Can I explain, please?” He asked. 

“Explain what? That you tripped and your tongue landed in her throat? There’s nothing you can save it.” I said and pulled my arm away. I left leaving Draco with tears in his eyes. I ran as fast as I could back to my common room and just hoped not a lot of people were there. I walked inside and immediately my brother, Hermione, and Ron noticed me. 

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Harry asked, stopping me from running up the stairs. 

“N-Nothing, can you please move, Harry.” I asked, not able to stop the tears. 

“It’s obviously something.” He said and gently pulled me over to the couch they were sitting at. 

“You can tell us.” He added. 

“D-Draco-” 

“What did Malfoy do, I swear I’ll-” 

“Harry! Let her speak.” Hermione scolded with a glare. 

“Sorry…” He mumbled. Hermione smiled at me and gave me a slight nod. 

“Draco cheated on me… with Pansy.” I whispered and all three of their eyes widened. 

“I knew he was a bloody git!” Ron said and Hermione elbowed him. 

“I told you not to date him!” Harry said and Hermione smacked him in the shoulder. Hermione moved next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder. 

“I’m sorry to hear that, Y/N.” She said and I cried a little harder. 

“Did I do something wrong? Was a I not good enough? Is it because he stopped loving me?” I asked and she held me tighter. 

“No, Y/N, you did nothing wrong. You brought out the good in him. You got to him stop calling me mudblood, you made him stop bullying the first years, you even got him to leave Harry and Ron alone. If anything you were too good for him.” She said. 

“I still don’t think there’s any good in him… clearly.” Harry said and Hermione glared at him. 

“Harry, you need to be here for your sister, not being mad at Malfoy.” She said. Harry got up and pulled Ron with him. The two of them left and Hermione sighed. 

“Bloody boys…” She said, shaking her head slightly. Ginny came over and sat on the other side of me. 

“I heard what happened, sorry for eaves dropping. I’m sorry Y/N.” She said and hugged me. 

“As much as I don’t want to agree with them, Malfoy is a bit of a git for hurting you.” She said and I sighed. 

“I thought we were fine…” I whispered and cried even harder. The first held me and let me cry. 

An hour later, I had finally stopped crying and Harry and Ron came back in with proud smiles. The three of us looked up at them with furrowed brows. Ginny crossed her arms and glared at the two of them. 

“And where were you two?” She asked. 

“We were taking care of Malfoy.” Ron said, taking a seat and picking up some candy. Ginny smacked the candy out of his and and he looked up at her with wide eyes.

“Y/N needed the two of you, you especially-” She said pointing at Harry and he raised his hands in surrender. 

“And you two decided to give Malfoy attention?” She finished. 

“He hurt my sister, I wasn’t going to just let that go!” Harry said. 

“D-Did you hurt him?” I asked and he smiled. 

“We hexed him into next week!” He said and I bit my lip. 

“That’s not helping, Harry.” Hermione said and wrapped her arm around me again. 

“But, he deserves-” 

“You should have just left it alone, Harry! You’ll find any excuse to hate or bloody hurt Draco more! I needed you more than you needed to ‘teach Malfoy a lesson’!” I shouted at him with angry and sad tears falling. 

“Y/N I-” 

“No! Just stop Harry, you aren’t helping anything!” I said and ran up to my dorm room. I got into bed and just cried. Both boys I care the most about in my life hurt me today and it was just too much…

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The Twin Star

Summary: Bella Potter, hidden from the wizarding world for her safety, returns to Hogwarts during the events of Harry's fifth year. Her presence doesn’t just strengthen Harry's resolve but also sows the seeds of doubt within Draco Malfoy, who finds himself torn between loyalty to his family and an undeniable attraction to the twin sister of his lifelong rival.

The castle walls whispered secrets to Bella Potter as she walked beside her brother, taking in the sweeping view of Hogwarts. The past sixteen years had been spent in secret, hidden away in America under the protection of a wizarding family who owed Dumbledore a great debt. Only recently had her true identity been revealed to her – that she was, in fact, the twin sister of Harry Potter.

The very notion felt surreal, especially given that she and Harry were the same yet entirely different. Where he was dark-haired and emerald-eyed, Bella bore hair that was slightly lighter with streaks of red that shone in the sun, her eyes an intense shade of green. The twins shared the same lightning bolt scar, though Bella’s cut across her collarbone, a mark from that fateful night so long ago.

As they walked toward the Gryffindor common room, Bella couldn’t help but feel the weight of stares following her – some of curiosity, others wary, and a few downright hostile. Chief among the latter was Draco Malfoy, who seemed unable to take his eyes off her. Harry noticed his gaze as well and bristled, casting an annoyed look at Draco as they passed.

“Why is he looking at you like that?” Harry muttered, keeping his voice low. "I can’t trust him as far as I could throw him."

“Maybe he’s just surprised to see another Potter,” Bella replied nonchalantly, but a strange feeling stirred within her chest. She wasn’t naïve – she’d heard plenty about the infamous Draco Malfoy and his family’s allegiance. But she hadn’t expected to feel...drawn to him.

Harry wasn’t convinced. “Just stay away from him. Malfoy’s dangerous.”

Bella sighed, giving Harry a reassuring smile. “I know how to handle myself, Harry. Don’t worry.”

The first time Draco cornered her, it was in the shadows of the library.

"Couldn't stay away, could you, Potter?" he sneered, though his voice held an unusual hesitancy. Bella raised her chin, undeterred by the smirk that was almost his trademark.

"Funny. I could say the same about you, Malfoy," she retorted, her gaze unwavering.

They stood in silence for a moment, each studying the other. Bella saw a flicker of something in Draco’s eyes – a vulnerability she hadn’t expected. He hesitated, clearly grappling with unspoken thoughts, before finally managing, "You and Potter... You think you're so... special."

“Or maybe it just bothers you that, for once, you’re not the center of attention,” Bella replied coolly. "Isn't it exhausting, pretending to be someone you’re not?”

Draco’s smirk wavered. She could see she’d hit a nerve. Without another word, he turned and disappeared into the shadows, but Bella sensed it wasn’t the last she’d hear from him.

In the weeks that followed, Bella couldn’t ignore the changes she saw in Draco. She often noticed him watching her in the Great Hall, and at times, she felt his presence nearby, as if he were silently protecting her from afar. It confused her. The Malfoy she’d been warned about was supposed to be vicious and untrustworthy, yet there was an undeniable gentleness in the way he looked at her, attempted to conceal it beneath a facade of indifference.

The real turning point, however, came late one night in the Astronomy Tower.

She’d gone there for a moment of solitude, hoping to process the complexities of her new life. But she wasn’t alone for long.

“Potter.”

She turned to find Draco standing in the doorway, his silver-blonde hair catching the moonlight. He seemed out of place – tense and unsure.

"Are you going to keep following me around like this?" she asked, half-amused, half-frustrated.

Draco stepped forward, hands clenched at his sides. “You don’t know what it’s like for me, Bella. I’m... I’m trapped. Between what my family expects and what I..." He trailed off, looking away as if ashamed.

“What do you want, Draco?” she asked gently, her voice softening.

He took a shaky breath, finally meeting her gaze. “I want to break free from all of this... from him – the Dark Lord. But my family... I don’t know if they’d survive the fallout if I chose to turn away.”

Bella felt a pang of sympathy she hadn’t expected. She stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm. "Sometimes the hardest choices are the ones that lead to freedom. You don’t have to be alone in this.”

For a moment, he looked as if he might pull away, but instead, he leaned into her touch, letting her warmth seep into his icy resolve. It was the first genuine comfort he had experienced in a long time.

“Promise me you’ll be careful,” he murmured, his voice barely audible. "The Dark Lord knows you’re here, and he won't think twice about coming after you. I’m not sure how much longer I can maintain this facade of loyalty to him."

“I’ll be fine, Draco,” she whispered. “But you... you need to make a choice. If you’re not with him, then it’s time to stand against him. With us.”

Draco nodded slowly, the storm in his eyes settling. "For you, Bella... I’ll try."

Over the following months, Draco’s allegiance to Voldemort wavered. He fed small, crucial bits of information to the Order through Bella, each message growing riskier than the last. Harry, though reluctant at first, eventually saw the change in Draco, even if it didn’t erase years of resentment entirely.

During the final battle, Draco fought alongside Bella, his wand aimed not at the classmates he’d once scoffed at but at the Death Eaters who had promised him a twisted version of power and loyalty.

It was a grueling fight, but by the time the dust settled, it was clear that the Dark Lord’s forces had been shattered.

After Voldemort’s fall, Bella and Draco found themselves standing in the ruins of the castle, bruised and battered, yet alive.

Draco looked at Bella, his gaze filled with both relief and uncertainty. "So... what now?"

Bella smiled, her green eyes filled with the warmth that had drawn him in from the very beginning. "We rebuild. Together."

He reached out, intertwining his fingers with hers, and for the first time, Draco Malfoy felt truly free.

[herarcadewasteland]

Discoveries Pt. 3 ♥

A/N: Yes yes its been a little while but I've been busy okay? and i’ve been fired so emotional things. thank you all for the support so far and i hope this makes up for the wait. 

Pt. 1    Pt. 2

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Stretching in your bed the next morning, you let out a large yawn as you adjusted to fall asleep again. Turning over in bed, you weren’t expecting the face of Fred to be right next you. You let out a startled scream as he laughed you, your eyes rolling as your shoulders shook with laughter. 

“What are you doing, Fred? It’s like 5am.”

“7am. You slept in missy~”

Groaning and flipping to face the other side of the room, your hair swung dramatically with you and into Georges face, who was crouched on the opposite side of your bed, expecting the trouble of waking you up. You screamed again and sat up with a huff, the twins high-fiving over your head. 

“Will you two just let me sleep for another hour at least?”

“No can do. You see-”, George started.

“We need to be at Diagon Alley by 8:30.”, Fred finished. 

You ran a hand through your knotted hair, partly in confusion and mostly in frustration. When it clicked in your head that you had to get some school robes adjusted, you panicked and half jumped, half fell out of bed. The twins backed your frantic movements with laughter as they walked down to the kitchen, the chatter of impatient and hungry Weasleys filled your ears. 

“Why do we have to wait for Y/N to eat?! It’s her fault for sleeping too long!”, Rons muffled voice fell into your conscious and made you speed up your hair and teeth brushing. 

Rushing down the stairs, you stumbled directly into Bill who caught you with a sigh.

“Clumsy as always, Y/N.”

You let out an almost ashamed laugh, your arms squeezing around Bill as he wheezed. Arthur walked in behind the both of you and ushered you into your seats as Molly set down the plate of bacon. 

“Finally!”, Ron muttered as he grabbed the plate of bacon seconds after it hit the table, his plate piling with food.

Food was passed around between the family, conversation filling the air as you ate silently. Your silent bubble was disrupted when Ron dragged you into an argument between himself and Percy. 

“It’s not my fault you have a bloody stick up your ass!” 

“I am a prefect, Ronald, which is something that will actually get me into the Ministry!”

Ron shot you a look of ‘oh dear god not this again’ and you laughed. 

“Percy, you do realize not being a prefect can get you into the Ministry. You just need good grades and the right classes.”

Percy snapped his glare to you, knowing you were right, and sighed. He had always had a sort of soft spot for you, knowing you weren’t actually a Weasley. Which was a dumb reason to not hate someone but you went along with it so not absolutely every child in the house had an argument with him every other day.

“I suppose you aren’t wrong, Y/N. I just have a better chance this way.”

He turned his nose up at you and you laughed, finishing off your plate just as the rest of the family had. The plates were cleared from the table as everyone dispersed to do their own thing. 

“Y/N dear, we must be going if we don’t want to be late. Come now, to the fireplace.”

You brushed yourself off and followed Molly to the fireplace, your hand wrapping around another handful of soft powder. Your eyes glanced up to your mum as she nodded reassuringly. You still weren’t used to it yet and you had a feeling it would take a little while to feel normal and not like you were being vacuum sealed into a plastic bin. With a sigh you threw down the powder and clearly stated “Diagon Alley”, and then you were gone in a swirl of green smoke.

Stumbling from the grate in The Three Broomsticks, you ran headfirst into a solid mass. Panicked, you looked around to make sure you were where you were supposed to be and slowly glanced at whoever you bumped into. Your wide eyes met narrowed ones surrounded by the same white blonde hair from the other day. You took a subconscious step back from the man just as Molly came through the floo, her hands finding your arms as she stumbled lightly into you.

“Mr. Malfoy. If you’d excuse us.”, Her eyes narrowed back at the man as he looked between the two of you, “Come on, dear, off we go now.”

She led you away with gentle hands, your head turning to look back at the man as you swerved through tables. Your eyes met one last time before Molly was tugging you past the door with a firm but gentle hold on your hand. As you met the bustling roads of Diagon Alley, you squinted your eyes at the sun, a frown tugging down the corners of your mouth as you stared at the ground, trying to avoid any ray of sun you could. Leaping between shadows to the fitting, you panted as Molly gently pulled you to a stop in front of Madam Malkins. You sighed and Molly chuckled lightly, her hand taking yours and guiding you in. 

“It’ll only take a minute. Don’t worry dear.”

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“A minute my butt!”,  you exclaimed as you stumbled out of the fireplace in the Burrow, Fred sweeping you off your feet immediately and up to your room where a trunk lay on your bed.

“What is this? Why is my trunk out? What did you do?”

You rounded on Fred and George as soon as you were placed onto the floor, their faces innocent as could be as they watched you with crossed arms and very small smirks of entertainment. 

“You need to pack for Hogwarts!”

“We all have. Our trunks are-”

“-Waiting by the front door.”

“Only two are missing~”

You sighed and stared into the empty space, your eyes tracing loose threads along the seam as you nodded. 

“Okay, I’ll go bother Ronald after I’m done.”

“That's what we like to hear!”, the twins chorused as they walked from your room to raid the kitchen, if Mollys loud reprimanding was anything to go by.

The packing only took you a few minutes, most of your school things were in a separate drawer as it was so all you had to do was move them into the trunk. You finished your packing with relative ease and an overactive mind, the zipper closing breaking the silence you had been working in. WIth a sigh, you pulled your trunk to the top of the stairs before making your way to ROnalds room to aid him in his no-doubt messy packing. Your suspicions were confirmed when you pushed open the door to encounter the entirety of Rons wardrobe scattered around the room. 

“Ron, how? There is no way you had to destroy your room to pack.”

HIs frantic eyes met yours as he scoffed, “Well no, but it felt necessary at the time.”

You hummed and cleared a few spots across the room, handing things to Ron you knew he would want with him. His eyes followed you around when he wasn't haphazardly throwing things into his trunk.

“At least fold things!”, you stomped over to his trunk and folded piece by piece as Ronald sat and watched you with a blank expression until you reached his Chudley Cannon jersey. Then he reacted and grabbed it from your hands with a gasp, his own carefully folding it in a mess. You shrugged and packed it neatly with the rest of his things, the heavier items resting on top of his clothes as the lighter things went on those. 

“There. All done.”, you heaved a sigh as you closed the lid of the trunk, the click of the lock creating a satisfying noise in the otherwise silent room. 

“Thank you, Y/N~”, Ron grabbed you for an overly tight hug, your hands pushing at his arms as you wheezed for a single breath of air that wasn’t from Ron’s vicinity.

“Ok ok ok! I get it, just get it downstairs with the rest of them!”

Ronald let you go after a moment, his frame moving out the door with his trunk in hand as you followed after him.

“You made it sound like you brought yours down! But nooo look at what’s right here!”, Ron huffed and lightly kicked your trunk as he passed it.

“I said the rest of them! Never included mine!”, you shouted after him as you grabbed your own trunk and carried it down the stairs to see Bill and Charlie in front of the floo.

Molly gave the two a big hug with large containers of sweets being shoved into their hands after Arthur gave them a hug as well, Percy nodding a farewell from the couch as he read through the Ministry’s handbook for rules and regulations. 

“Nooooo~!”, you whined, “You can’t leave yet! You like... just got here! We didn’t get to talk about Hogwarts!”

The eldest Weasley boys chuckled and pulled you into their arms for a group hug, tears filling your eyes as they pet your hair lovingly. 

“You know we have jobs to get too, Y/N. We can’t stay to see you off.”

You huffed at them and lightly punched their chests as they smiled at you. A small nod moved your hair into your eyes as you grasped them tighter. While you weren’t as close to them as you were the twins, they had still helped raise you in a sense and that created a connection, plus you were their little sister. Blood or not, that created an even greater connection. Still not one large enough to rival that of yours with Fred and George but it was enough.

“Fine. Just send owls, okay? I wanna tell you everything!”

The boys nodded and placed kisses on the top of your white hair, their eyes slightly glossy as yours overflowed with tears.

“We will.”

“Absolutely we will.”, Charlie finished as he guided you to Molly’s embrace, Bill giving a last wave and goodbye to the family as he stepped through the floo with a call of his destination. 

Charlie gave a similar exit with a blown kiss towards yourself and your mom as he called out for the Ministry of Magic for Romania, however he pronounced it. Their departure set the family in motion as Arthur ushered everyone into the kitchen to go over the basic checklist of the things you would need for your time at Hogwarts. Most of the list was checked off smoothly, Ron mumbling under his breath that it was unnecessary until your dad reached an item he had forgotten and cursed. That got him a small ass-whooping from Molly as she urged him to go get what he had been missing. Fred and George mocked him as he ran up the stairs, your quiet giggles backing them until your parents shushed you all and continued with the list as Ronald slipped down the stairs to his trunk and frantically packed his wand. The list went smoothly after that, everyone having followed the list to pack, well... you had. The trunks were smooshed in the back of the Ford Anglia with a small extension charm, a suspicious popping noise coming from one of the twins trunks, a huff of air and confetti falling into the trunk as they stood rubbing the backs of their necks sheepishly. 

You were all set to head out for Hogwarts, all that was left was getting onto the platform and finding a seat. Easy enough, you told yourself as Fred and George popped confetti onto Arthur as he walked away, their lanky frames sprinting away from a charmed broom as it chased them across the lawn. Easy enough... right?

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𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝!𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

// Summary // your parents were never kind and sweet type of people, but in your sixth year things got out of hand. To put a cherry on top, a certain platinum blond haired Slytherin Prince decided to be Sherlock Holmes and found out your secrets, ones nobody is supposed to know.

// Warnings // mentions of violence, both physical and verbal violence, abusive parents, bullying, hate towards reader, name calling (princess in a mocking way, shame, disgrace, disappointment, waste of time), reader has a backstory, more warnings to come.

// Author’s Note // please pay attention to warnings! I don’t write about Draco usually, but I couldn’t get idea out of my mind, so I just went with it. This is enemies to lovers. Also, I have mentioned once that reader is 16, but for the sake of this plot, since every sixth year is 16 / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @talesfromthecrypts

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 in progress

Being the only daughter of the two pureblood supremacist maniacs that your parents were, was not very nice. Hell, it was horrible. All they have ever wanted was a perfect daughter, who would hate on every ‘mudblood’ and ‘blood-traitor’; who would be an excellent student with only ‘Outstandings’ and ‘Exceed Expectations’; who would always live by her prents’ rules.

You always disliked your parents, but after your first year at Hogwarts when you got sorted into Gryffindor, dislike turned into hate.

In your third year, you befriended the famous trio; Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley, aka half-blood, mudblood and the blood traitor. They weren’t exactly your best friends like they were to each other, but they still were close to you. This fact, of course, made your very sweet and supportive parents angry and they decided to be even stricter than they were before.

It started with insults and just empty words, but then it turned into beating, hitting; physical abuse. All you wanted was to run away, but it would get you into a huge trouble, so you stayed quiet.

After some time, their punishments and the methods of abuse became unbearable and you started slowly distancing yourself from the infamous golden trio. Was it cowardly? Yes. Did you want to experience more of your parents’ cruel punishments? No.

It was the summer break before your sixth year. Things got pretty… terrible? Horrifying? Both. Voldemort was arising. He was gaining power. Every day, there were more people joining him, including your parents. They wanted you to become a Death Eater as well, but you, of course, said no, and in return your mother simply tortured you with Cruciatus curse for five goddamn minutes. It was painful, truly painful.

You glanced around your huge, but crappy room. The walls were depressing shade of plain black, making the room feel even more bleak and cramped. The room was big, definitely bigger than you needed, which only made you even more uncomfortable. You have always preferred your shared dorm room at Hogwarts than your own room, because of its smaller size. The queen sized bed was the only thing that you loved in your room, no, in this whole manor. You clasped your hands tighter around the handle of the trunk you were holding, and headed towards your bedroom door.

As soon as you climbed down the stairs, you were greeted with your parents’ cold glares. They would be aparating you straight to the platform 9 and 3/4, much to your dismay.

You walked towards them and nodded politely, “Mother,” you glanced at your mother, but she only scowled at you, “Father.” Then you glanced at your father, but he just ignored you.

Your parents stood side by side. Your father grabbed your arm roughly, and aparated you away.

You landed in front of the Hogwarts Express. You turned around and glanced at your parents for the last time, since you wouldn’t be seeing them until the Christmas holidays.

Your father kept ignoring you, and your mother flashed you the fakest smile ever, more for others to see than for you, “Behave yourself, child, or you will face consequences, and as you know, they are not very pleasant.” she gritted through her teeth, an evil smile playing on her lips.

You nodded politely and said one last goodbye. Then you turned around and started towards the awaiting train.

You climbed up the stairs and headed off to find an empty compartment. Fortunately, you did, so you went inside, settled in and started reading.

After some time, the door of the compartment was pushed open, and there stood none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy and his goons.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the greatest blood traitor. I’m confused your parents haven’t disowned you yet.” It was Goyle who spoke up.

“What do you want?” You asked with monotone voice.

“Lose the attitude princess.” Zabini smirked.

“Or?” You asked challengingly.

“Or you will face the consequences an-” you felt your blood boil, as soon as those six words left his filthy mouth. You didn’t even give him the chance to finish his sentence, you stood up and pushed him back with all your force, which made him stumble backwards. You shut the door and closed the curtains.

Was it really necessary for that son of a bitch to say the exact same words your beloved mother told you almost everyday?! He successfully ruined your mood. But something was wrong, Malfoy was uncharacteristically quiet. You shrugged off the thought and went back to reading.

When you finally arrived at Hogwarts, you changed into your Gryffindor robes, immediately left the train and sat in the black carriage, which led to the castle.

Unfortunately, you ran into your dormmates; Lavender Brown, Padma and Parvati Patil. They weren’t your friends though. You were quite a lonely person. As soon as your parents started torturing you, you couldn’t take it any longer, so you cut every kind of friendship with every Gryffindor, and every single Slytherin despised you with their whole beings. You exchanged quick ‘Hellos’ and answered few questions about your summer, though they were lies. That was all.

You soon reached the castle and walked inside. Everything was the same. Nothing had changed. You pushed the double doors of the Great Hall open and walked towards your house table. You felt eyes on you. Turning around, you saw Zabini, Goyle and every Slytherin glaring at you. You ignored them and turned back around.

Some time later, Dumbledore ended his speech and made food appear. You were very hungry, but still didn’t eat much. You were used to the lack of food, so it didn’t really bother you. Your amazing parents often starved you because you were ‘behaving badly’.

It just tired you, really. Never being enough. The amount of insults you were receiving from your own parents, people that are supposed to protect you and care for you the most, was insane. Instead of helping and supporting you, they only made you even more insecure.

Dinner ended soon after, and you walked out of the Great Hall before anyone could say anything to you. You speed-walked towards the Gryffindor tower and stopped when you realized you didn’t know the password. To your luck, or the other way around, the golden trio arrived. At first, they didn’t recognize you, but eventually they did and smiled at you. You didn’t return the smile though.

“Y/n! How are you? Oh my god, you have changed so much. I didn’t even recognize you.” Hermione squealed excitedly, but her smile quickly faded away, when she saw your emotionless face.

“Hello.” You said in your, very well practiced, monotone voice.

“Are you alright?” Harry asked. This question caught you off guard and your face softened for a split second, but you were mastered in hiding your emotions, so you put on the mask and played as though everything was fine, even if it wasn’t.

“Yes.” You simply answered, giving them the faintest smile, “I am sorry, but I don’t know the password. Could you please tell me?” You asked, softer this time.

“Y-yeah, sure.” Harry mumbled, almost suspiciously and said the password. You thanked him and walked straight to your dorm. The room was empty. Apparently, your dormmates were still out. You opened your trunk, which was already brought there and placed on the floor, and took out your pajamas. You quickly changed into them and laid down. You were very tired and you fell asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

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Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3

Word Count: 2,227 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, some fluff

November 16th, 1996. The Room of Requirement. 12:36 am.

Hope tugged her hair into a low ponytail, trying to make sure none of her curls were hanging out giving Draco a dirty look. The blonde looked irritated, running his ring cladded fingers through his gel free hair eyeing the angry looking girl as if she had grown two heads.

“A Death Eater!? Malfoy, are you out-of-your-mind?! What in the hell is-”

“Keep your voice down!” The blonde hissed, slapping his hand over her mouth his eyes wide.

Hope parted her lips not hesitating to lick a stripe up his palm, which made him pull away from her wiping his hand on his trousers an annoyed look etched on his face. The small witch felt tears pricking her eyes, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

Draco had never felt so broken, and so lost in his life then he had at this very moment. He was watching his best friend having a break down at the thought of him being a Death Eater.

He let out a shaky breath reaching a hand out, having it moved away by Hope who just snapped her head at him a harsh glare set on her face.

“Don’t. You. Even. Dare.”

A loud sob managed to escape her lips raking through her body, closing her eyes shut as everything started making sense.

The reality of the situation just now hit her like a ton of bricks, feeling her whole body shaking as more heartbreaking cries left her parted lips sinking onto the floor. She covered her face with the sleeves of her hoodie, the hot tears seeping through the grey material as more and more tears streamed down her face.

Hope had never felt so broken. She lost her best friend, in more ways than one, and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, “Draco... p-please just hold me,”

Draco didn’t hesitate for one moment, letting his knees rest on the stone floor scooping the sobbing girl into his arms tightening his hold on her. He whispered sweet nothings into her hair, rocking her back and forth as he rubbed small circles on her back. The trembling girl clutched at the black button up of his shirt, resting her forehead on his chest as she hiccuped a few gibberish words.

“Lovey... I swear to you on my life. I did it because I had no choice. Besides, nothing will happen to me or you-”

“Draco. The Dark Lord could ask you to kill any of us without a second thought, what would you do then, huh?” The blonde struggled to answer, knowing she had proved a point with her statement.

“You’re telling me,” She pulled away from his chest to lock eyes with his soft stare, “You would not hesitate to kill any of your friends? What if it were Blaise? Or how about a ‘lousy Gryffindor’ like Ron? Or better yet... what about me, Mal?”

A shaky breath left her as she stared intently at his face searching for an answer, feeling her heart shatter as she saw nothing but sorrow and a darkness that wasn’t there several months ago when she saw him up at the Astronomy Tower. 

“I-I...”

“Malfoy, you didn’t do it because you had no choice. You always have a choice... if they had tried to do you harm I would be there in an instant. Anyone at this bloody school would stand in front of you, regardless of what you’ve done. You are loved, Mal. Always have been. If Narcissa and Lucius refuse to see what they are doing to their only son, then they really need to re-think each and every single decision they have made up to this point.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re leaving?” He angrily spat, this glare in his eyes sending dagger at the girl who was currently sprawled across his lap. Hope shook her head cupping his cheeks, sensing the boy visibly relax.

“Of course not. I am... I am going to help you through this. This is too much of a burden to carry all on your own. But, if things start involving the harm of any of the students here in Hogwarts, I will not hesitate to turn you in a ferret and leave you in this dingy room.” She tried to make light of the situation, making the blonde turn a shade of red at the statement nodding to her words. Hope leaned down pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, holding him tight as he hummed appreciatively.

“I love you, Rose,”

“I love you too, Draco,”

November 17th 1996. The Great Hall. 1:16 pm.

Hope let out a chuckle as she saw the Golden Trio making their way over to her, a flushed expression on their faces. She popped a few grapes into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as they took a seat on either side of her, with Hermione on one side of Ron flashing a quick smile. Unbeknownst to the smiling girl, there were a pair of grey eyes already watching her, stabbing rather angrily at his salad. 

“Hi Hope,” The redhead breathed out rather heavily, his cheeks almost as strikingly red as his full head of hair. You pursed your lips, fighting off a smile as you eyed the pair.

“Hello, Ronald... Why do you guys look like you’ve just finished running from a herd of Hippogriffs,”

“Harry thought it would be a bloody good idea to go on a rant about a certain toad. She happened to turn the corner at the same time, but since there were several other kids in the hallway we decided it be best if we hurried here as quickly as we could so she wouldn’t remove any more house points.” He choked out, taking a swig out of Hope’s cup, some of the orange juice making it’s way down his chin. After Hope smacked him upside the head, all she heard after that was Hermione scolding him for being a pig, before they got into a heated discussion off to the side. She rolled her eyes, facing the dark haired Gryffindor her cheeks flushing pink as she caught him staring at her. A teasing glint gleamed in his eyes, wetting his lips as he caught her growing flustered at his small action.

“Hey, H,”

“Hi... you look really pretty today,” Harry smiled at the brunette, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of her face her grin growing wider. Feeling her breath getting caught in her throat as she felt Harry scooting in closer to her on the bench, attempting to get as close as possible without being weird.

“Thank you, H. I don’t think I can say the same about yourself-”

“Oh sod off,” Harry laughed shoving her playfully, sending her into a fit of giggles as she almost bumped into the redhead behind her, “You love me, Lupin,”

“You are very much correct about that,” Hope sent the grinning boy a sly wink, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she leaned in close to the boy whose eyes had widened, “Remember that morning in your dorm room-” At those words Harry felt himself growing flustered, nodding tentatively, “And what we talked about when we went down to the Common Room.”

“Y-yeah...”

“I made up my mind. If the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Potter.” Harry practically beamed at her words, cupping her face eagerly pressing his lips against hers as he poured all the emotions he could into that kiss. Hope gingerly place her hands on his chest, melting into his touch before pulling away from the heated kiss. She failed to notice the bickering friends behind her had stopped arguing, now sitting gaping at the action they had just witnessed.

Draco dropped his fork onto the table, making it clatter rather loudly a wave of rage washing over him. He felt sick to his stomach watching Potter and his dear Rose lip locked, nearly gagging at the sight focusing on his salad having lost all of his appetite. The sound of Draco fuming beside her had made Pansy shut her mouth turning to face Goyle instead as she watched Draco, anxiously awaiting his next move.

“I don’t think you understand how happy those few words made me,”

“Well, I mean... I could take them back-” Hope teased, letting out a giggle as the boy recaptured her lips in his, laughing into the kiss as she caught sight of pout resting on his face, “You’re a big baby, Potter.”

“Ummm... hello?! When in the hell did this happen?” Ron exclaimed, a shocked expression on his face eyeing the pair who just sat there looking flustered.

“Remember that day where Seamus, Dean and Neville were making fun of me very early in the morning, and we woke you up?”

“Uh huh...?”

“Well, the reason they were making fun of me was because they had caught Hope in my room, a-and the curtains happened to be shut around my bed,” That sentence caught Ron’s attention, a cheeky grin spreading across his face eyeing the couple who just blushed. The red-head 

“Oh you dirty dog,”

“Ron! You’re one to talk. What about you and Lavender? You guys were horrendous at least they had the decency to do it behind closed doors,” Hermione scoffed, slapping the red head upside the head making him sulk as he rubbed the sore spot, “But I’m happy for you guys, truly. You guys are cute together-”

“Lupin. Professor Umbridge would like to speak to you. At once,” The sound of someone practically hissing her name caught her attention, looking up to see an angry looking Draco. She flashed him a soft smile, picking up her hoodie off of her lap giving a quick wave to the group making her way to follow the blonde. A hand wrapped around her wrist, stumbling backwards into a broad chest.

“Hold on,” Harry cupped her face, pressing his lips against hers holding her close to him. Hope’s eyes fluttered close, feeling her chest tighten at his intoxicating touch, her nimble hands clutching his robes before she hear someone scoff behind her forcing her to pull away from him.

“10 points from Gryffindor. Lupin unless you want Umbridge to hear about this, then I suggest you hurry,”

“I’ll see you later, H,” Hope mumbled, briskly following behind a seething Malfoy whose pace only seemed to increase struggling to catch up to his long strides. “Slow down there, buddy,” She rolled her eyes as she felt him grab a hold of her arm, dragging her into a nearby empty classroom locking the door with the flick of his wand.

“What-in-the-hell, Rose-Anne?” He growled, turning on his heels facing the brunette who had taken a seat on top of one of the desks, setting her books and wand on the open desk beside her, “How long?”

“You know, people think you’re crazy every single time to call me Rose, considering they all know me for my name; Hope.”

“Lupin, I have called you Rose-Anne since I knew what words were... If it bothers you that much then I’ll quit-”

“No, no. I find it cute,” You made the blonde blush, his already reddening cheeks growing a shade darker shaking his head at your comment. Attempting to ask you the previous question he had asked you, wanting to know when you and Potter had grown all lovey dovey.

“Potter and I? Not long. I guess we always just had slight attractions to one another since the beginning, but we didn’t do anything besides hang out and hang out a few times on our own until like a couple weeks ago. Since then, we’ve just been testing the waters,” Draco angrily ran his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back rolling his eyes at her words. Potter. Of all the guys in the Hogwarts, she chose the scummiest of the scum. He thought to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips wetting them in the process. 

Hope hopped off the desk, making her way over to the boy who looked like he was going to burst in any second. She tentatively rest her hand on his shoulder, his body stiffening before relaxing at her touch. He let her wrap her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest humming softly at his warm embrace. They stood there for a few moments, enjoying one another’s presence, before he parted from her holding her a few inches from him. His light grey eyes scanned her face, trying to see if he found any sort of sign of her lying to him.

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yes... he really does.”

“Then... as much as it pains me,” She giggled, messing with his black robes peering up at him, “I’m okay with it. If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters. But, if he lays a hand on you in any way, or if he even dares to dream of hurting you. I won’t hesitate to hex him,” Draco teased, a serious underlying tone in his words making her smile nodding her head.

“Thank you, Mal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I don’t really think I could considering we just made it official about...10 minutes ago,”

“About that, if you start snogging like that anywhere where I can see you, I will not even begin to second guess myself before taking points.”

“Oh shush. Let’s go back and finish lunch, I didn’t even get to eat all of my grapes,”

a/n: this took me 5397394 years to finish. please lemme know if you guys have any questions, or if you have any feedback. my requests are always open. thank you lovelies <3.

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boy, I fancy you! ♡ ||>> Draco Malfoy

song to listen :

London boy (Taylor Swift)

summary :

Y/n as Draco Malfoy's admirer from the House, Gryffindor. Despite the Rivalry between the two Houses, Y/n can't help but fall in love with one of the worst people in Hogwarts. (same girl same.)

very mean Draco who softens up gradually, how cliche, I know. Y/n as Hermione Granger's sister, fluff, pining, gryffindor reader

lover masterlist !♡

⤷ : : YANNA'S MAP .. : :

“Y/n! Hello?!” Hermione desperately waved her han d over her sister's face, Y/n. To somehow get her attention, which only focused moreon a specific boy next table dazed at the sight, as if she was blessed heavily to even be in the same room as the Blond Slytherin boy, Draco Malfoy. who absolutely despised her house, and especially her. yeah, him. The one Y/n admired very dearly..

Y/n quickly averted her gaze to Hermione's Hand waving across her face, she swatted it away quickly, glaring at Hermione who just rolled her eyes.

“You've been staring at Malfoy for Merlin knows know how long! have you even been paying attention to what we've been discussing?” Hermione raised an eyebrow as her lips pursed into a straight line

The other granger— Y/n, removed her head placed between her hands shaking her head at Hermione's Question, answering truthfully. “Nopesies, he just looks soo handsome today!” She whined as she nodded her head over to the Slytherin Table, causing Hermione to shudder in disgust and nudge her sister

Harry shook his head, and adjusted his glasses. Fully knowing who the girl was mentioned. “Y/n, him and his friends been tormenting us ever since!” he pointed out, while Ron and Hermione agreed by a nod

“Well!—” Y/n was about to speak up, until realization hit her as her figure slouched down to where she sat.

“.. It's just a small crush guys!” She remarked with a defensive tone, averting her gaze over to Harry, then to Ron, then towards her Sister—Hermione.

“Are you mental, Y/n? You've been crushing on him ever since you saw him!” Harry then pointed out once again, gosh. The three of them could remember all too well how lovesick 11 year old Y/n looked when she first caught a glimpse of Draco Malfoy.

Ron, Hermione, and Harry all shook their heads in disapproval towards Y/n who just shrugged.

“You guys really don't see what I see in him??” She asked, and clasped both her palms together. her lips curved into a smile as she was caught up in her own thoughts, not even realizing that the three were already silently getting up to leave.

As she was caught up in her own daydreams, she let out a long sigh. Then realized how silent her friends became..

She was quickly snapped out of her thoughts, as she looked around to realize her friends left her!

“Guys?!” Her eyes widened, as she stood up taking a final glance towards Draco who's sat beside Pansy Parkinson...! She watched how they both engaged in conversation, laughing and everything. How close they both looked irked Y/n furthermore.

She shook her thoughts away and walked swiftly out of the Great Hall to find her Friends who've clearly ditched her, and her deep admiration for Blondie boy.

---

“Draco, hey!” She called out cheerfully, causing Hermione to nudge her sister, whilst earning a few giggles from Draco's friends as they all looked at the Blondie with a teasing look..

He quickly shrugged off, staring at Y/n with a seemingly displeased look along with a grunt.

She caught up to the boy with a small smile, on her face, leaving her friends behind, whilst his friends all cleared their throats, and scooted away to give the two some.. 'space'.

“granger,” Draco exclaimed with an aggravated tone as he continued to walk down the halls. Not even realizing how his friends practically just ditched him

“you can call me Y/n, y'know” Y/n pointed out, and admired Draco's every moved. Pursing her lips as her cheeks were gradually warming up due to their proximity.

“don't care, granger.” The Boy remarked, not once sparing a glance at the girl beside him.

Y/n rolled her eyes, and smacked her lips together “y'know, Draco...” she trailed off

“I fancy you.” She confessed casually, with a lopsided grin, as Draco finally turned his head, and stared back into her eyes..

Draco furrowed his eyebrows, his heart fluttering, which he's tried to ignore desperately. “Stop saying that, granger.” he scowled and shook his head

Y/n shrugged her shoulders “Why not? It's true though,” She said, and folded her arms over her chest..

Draco clicked his tongue, staring at the girl in disbelief.“Merlin, you are an absolute idiot.” He leaned his face a few more inches towards Y/n as he's basically insulted her

“hey!”

He shook his head once again, and walked away, leaving Y/n standing there, dumbfounded as she successfully caught a glimpse of Draco's dimples showing as his lips curved into a smirk..

The girl internally celebrated to herself, whilst placing her hand close to her lips snickering like an idiot.

---

Y/n slid beside Draco effortlessly, with a cheerful smile as she began to unpack whatever supplies she needed, her rolled parchment along with her Quill, and... an envelope with a crimson heart stamped onto it.

She slipped the brown heart envelope Infront of Draco not sparing a glance towards him, as she scribbled on a piece of paper. Most would probably think she's taking notes in Potions like her sister—Hermione Granger, but absolutely not.

'us! -> (⁠ ⁠T⁠_⁠T⁠)⁠＼⁠(⁠^⁠-⁠^⁠ ⁠)'

The girl swiftly, and poorly doodled two emoticons on teared paper, and proudly slid it on Draco's side again, watching as he picked up the envelope glancing at it then towards Y/n who was already smiling at him

Draco sighed, and then averted his gaze over to the piece of paper Infront of him. Quickly taking it in his hands, and slipping it into the pockets of his robe, along with the letter..

“thanks for the mail.” The Boy mumbled sarcastically, whilst placing both of his hands on the desk looking at front to where Professor Snape stood, listening to whatever he was discussing

Y/n nodded with a grin, also placing her hands ontop of the desk, imitating the Boy's movements, yet she slowly scooted her left hand closer to Draco's right hand. Expecting him to swat her hand away like usual, yet she furrowed her eyebrows noticing that his Left hand remained where it was placed as he wrote down on his notes using his other hand, and quill—of course.

Draco immediately noticed Y/n's flustered expression and scowled, attempting to suppress his smile at the pretty sight. “Tsk. don't mention it, granger,” He quickly retorted, and casually placed his slender hand over Y/n's..

And maybe for the first time ever, Y/n fell silent as she quickly nodded trying to maintain her focus on the subject, rather than on Draco's fingers gently grazing over her knuckles as soft hums left his lips as he did so casually..

“I quite fancy you too, Y/n.”

mentions : @helendeath

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Love notes

Theo Nott x fem reader

Summary: Theo giving Love Notes to y/n in class

w/c: 1289

The dimly lit dungeon classroom buzzed with whispers as Professor Snape droned on about the intricacies of potion-making. The flickering candlelight cast long shadows across the room, creating an almost ethereal atmosphere. You were seated in your usual spot, diligently taking notes and trying to ignore the curious stares from your classmates. You had noticed the glances directed your way for the past few weeks, but the reason behind them remained a mystery.

A gentle tap on your shoulder drew you out of your concentration. You turned to see a small, folded piece of parchment on your desk. Your heart skipped a beat as you recognized the familiar, elegant handwriting: Theodore Nott. With a quick glance around to make sure no one was watching, you unfolded the note.

Y/N, your beauty outshines even the brightest of potion ingredients. Meet me in the library after class?

A soft blush crept up your cheeks as you read the words. Theo had been sending you these notes for weeks now, each one more romantic than the last. You sneaked a glance at him, finding him already looking your way with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He smirked, clearly enjoying the effect his words had on you.

Pansy Parkinson, seated a few rows ahead, turned around and raised an eyebrow. "Another love note from Theo, Y/N?" she whispered loudly enough for several students to hear, causing a ripple of laughter to spread through the room.

Mattheo Riddle, sitting beside her, chuckled. "Merlin's beard, Theo, you're going to turn Y/N as red as a Gryffindor."

Lorenzo Berkshire, lounging lazily in his seat, grinned. "I'm surprised Professor Snape hasn't noticed all these notes flying around. Or maybe he has and just enjoys the entertainment."

Blaise Zabini, always composed, smirked from his seat next to Theo. "Our dear Theo does have a way with words, doesn't he?"

Draco Malfoy, leaning back with his characteristic smirk, added, "Careful, Y/N, or you'll start getting howlers from his fan club."

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile as the teasing continued. Theo, however, seemed unfazed. He leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand, and watched you with an amused expression. "Let them tease, Y/N. They’re just jealous they don’t have someone as wonderful as you."

The blush deepened, and you bit your lip to hide your smile. Despite the teasing, you couldn’t deny the fluttering feeling in your chest every time you received one of Theo's notes. It was like a secret game between the two of you, a stolen moment in the chaos of Hogwarts life.

As the class ended and students began to pack up their belongings, you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve. Turning, you found Theo standing there, his eyes warm and inviting. "Shall we?" he asked, offering his arm.

With a nod, you slipped your hand into his, ignoring the wolf whistles and laughter from your friends. Together, you made your way to the library, where the shadows of the ancient bookshelves provided a perfect hiding spot for young love.

In the quiet corner of the library, Theo pulled you close, his eyes searching yours. "I meant every word, Y/N," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "You make even the darkest dungeon feel like home."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "And you make every note worth blushing over, Theo."

With a soft laugh, he leaned in and kissed you gently, sealing his promise with the sweet taste of young love. And in that moment, surrounded by the whispers of ancient magic and the teasing of friends, you knew that Theodore Nott was the one who made your heart sing.

As the weeks passed, Theo's love notes became an anticipated part of your daily routine. Each one was carefully crafted, a blend of poetry and genuine affection that made your heart race. Even amidst the relentless teasing from your friends, you couldn't help but look forward to the next note, the next glimpse into Theo's heart.

Love Note #1

Y/N,

Your smile is like a potion, intoxicating and sweet. Every time you laugh, it’s as if the sun has risen in the dungeons. Meet me by the Black Lake after dinner?

Yours, Theo

You glanced up from the note to find Theo watching you from across the Potions classroom. He gave you a small, almost imperceptible nod, and you couldn't help but blush as you imagined the quiet, secluded spot by the lake where the two of you could talk uninterrupted.

Love Note #2

Y/N,

The way your eyes light up when you talk about your favorite book is enchanting. I'd love to hear more. Shall we meet in the Astronomy Tower tonight?

With all my heart, Theo

The Astronomy Tower was a favorite spot of yours, a place where you could see the stars and feel like you were a part of something bigger. Theo knew this, and his suggestion filled you with a warm, comforting feeling. You looked forward to the serene evening that awaited.

Love Note #3

Y/N,

Every time I see you, it’s like my own personal Felix Felicis. I feel incredibly lucky to have you in my life. Can we take a walk in the Forbidden Forest this weekend?

Forever yours, Theo

The Forbidden Forest was mysterious and full of hidden secrets, much like Theo himself. The idea of exploring it with him was thrilling. You could already picture the two of you walking among the ancient trees, finding solace in each other's company.

Love Note #4

Y/N,

Your presence is a Patronus in my darkest times, chasing away all my fears. Would you join me for a late-night snack in the kitchens tonight?

Always, Theo

You chuckled at the thought of sneaking into the kitchens with Theo. The house-elves were always kind and eager to help, and the prospect of sharing a secret feast with Theo was too tempting to resist.

Love Note #5

Y/N,

Like the rarest of magical creatures, you are a wonder to behold. Your kindness and intelligence are unmatched. Let’s study together in the Room of Requirement tomorrow?

Yours eternally, Theo

The Room of Requirement, a place that adapted to your needs, was perfect for a quiet, intimate study session. You knew that with Theo by your side, even studying could become a cherished memory.

The constant flow of notes did not go unnoticed by your friends. They found endless amusement in your budding romance.

"Another one, Y/N?" Pansy asked, pretending to swoon. "Theo, you’re going to make the rest of us look bad!"

Mattheo smirked. "Yeah, seriously, Nott. How are we supposed to compete with that level of romance?"

Lorenzo grinned, nudging Draco. "We should take notes, Malfoy. Maybe then we’d have a chance."

Draco rolled his eyes but couldn't hide his smile. "Just wait until his fan club hears about this. They'll be devastated."

Despite the teasing, there was an underlying current of support and happiness for you both. Even Blaise, who was usually more reserved, gave you a knowing smile. "Looks like Theo's found his muse," he said quietly.

One evening, as you sat by the Black Lake with Theo, the gentle sound of water lapping at the shore, you turned to him and said, "You know, Theo, your notes mean the world to me."

He smiled, his eyes soft with affection. "I’m glad, Y/N. You mean the world to me."

And as the sun set over Hogwarts, casting a golden glow over the two of you, you realized that these moments, these notes, were just the beginning of a beautiful love story.

[wordsarelife]

—style

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: draco and you always come back to each other, sneaking around in secret, unable to let go, even though it’s getting harder to hide and maybe you're not willing to keep the secret any longer

warnings: slight angst but ends in fluff, height difference mentioned

your back was leaning against the castle's wall, arms crossed, you quirked a brow at the boy across from you. he was spotting a similiar expression, his arms crossed like you and face in a deep frown, unmoving as you nodded for him to talk.

"i'm not gonna apologize first" you shrugged, deciding to have it like this if he wanted to be difficult.

"well, me neither" he spat, voice venomous as he looked at you unimpressed, your threat not having the least bit of effect on him. "i wouldn't even know what for"

"you were the one that came back, draco" you reminded. "we agreed that whoever came back first had to apologize"

"well, i'm not doing that"

"then i'm not kissing you" you shrugged, turning your body as if to leave, before his hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you back around in a swift motion.

before you could protest or say anything else about his sudden action, his lips were on yours, pulling you in through the feeling that evaporated in your body.

you moaned into his mouth, not even caring that he didn't apologize, as he pressed you against the wall.

draco and you came from completely different worlds. he was a proud slytherin, someone that valued social standing and reputation above everything else.

you were a gryffindor, hanging along the golden trio most of the time, but basically being friends with everyone, no matter who they were or from which family they came. you didn't mind as long as you liked them.

draco and you had hated each other from the first encounter on. arrogant as he was, he had introduced himself to harry, muttering something about the wrong kind of people (eyeing ron and you) he had chosen to spend his time with.

you rivalry reached it's peak during third year when hermione had hit him and you had caught him days later as he was trying to throw something into her cauldron during potions class. you had slapped his hand back, resulting in him breathing in whatever he had held in there and spending a week in the infirmary, throwing up hours on end.

you gained two weeks of detention from snape, but quickly decided it was worth it, considering you had saved your friend from an even worse fate.

but the real change of your relationship had begun during fourth year. you had noticed that he grew into his looks and you couldn't believe it, but his cockiness actually attracted you.

draco continued making no secret of disliking you and your friends, but you noticed his eyes linger on you longer than they had before.

it had been a week of constant fighting, hormones high and upcoming exams stressing the both of you, where one thing had led to another and you found yourselves in shared detention with professor mcgonagall who punished you to sort through and clean her classroom.

"this is all your fault" draco muttered, cloth in hand as he rubbed it along the table, that picked the water up quickly.

"sure" you nodded with a role of your eyes. the row of goblets in front of you, used for the first year classes, turning out to be a particular hard thing to clean. "as if you didn't start the fight"

"i merely concluded obvious information"

"pff" you made, sending him a glare across the room. "that's not what i would call it"

"let's hear it then, genius"

"i'd call it an uneven distribution of arrogance and stupidity" you smiled smugly as you set down another goblet in front of you.

"you take that back!" draco let go off the cloth in his hand and dashed across the room, pushing his hands to his hips and looking down on you as if to try and dare you to say more.

"no" you shook your head, rising up from your chair so you were on an even level with him.

"one last chance, l/n"

"or what? you will send daddy to straigthen me out?" you puffed air out between your lips, not even caring about his answer. "you've been using the same empty threats for years, malfoy, it's honestly gotten boring at this point."

his eyes widened, switching to collect the glimmer of your lips as a memory and before he could properly think of what he was doing, he had closed the space between you, kissing you softly.

it had taken exactly ten seconds for both of you to realize what had happened, quickly breaking apart.

"you just kissed me!" you muttered stunned, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"you kissed me" he shook his head, just as shocked as you, as he tried to remember what had happened exactly.

"no" you corrected firmly. "i'm not taking the blame for this mess. this is solely on you"

"you kissed back though" he concluded, with a final nod. "don't ever do that again"

"well, okay?" you shrugged "i won't as long as you don't ever kiss me again"

the tension between you was palpable, as you kept holding eye contact, no one of you moving as both of you tried to find out what the kiss would mean for your relationship, or more so lack of, moving forward.

it had been a sudden decision, maybe because you had spent all your years at school trying to one up draco malfoy, but you didn't think twice, before you pushed your mouth against his once more.

this time the kiss lasted longer and both of you had to catch your breath.

"i thought i told you to never do that again"

you nodded, before you smirked, "you said i should never kiss you back"

"yeah" he nodded, admitting that you hadn't done anything he had forbidden. "and you said i should never kiss you again"

"never is such a harsh word" you shrugged and just half a second later you were kissing once more, your hands gliding into his neck as you pressed him closer.

what began that day in the classroom accompanied you through the school years that followed. you and draco would put on a facade in front of your friends and pretend like you still couldn't stand each other, which was, to be honest, not even far from the truth considering he still constantly annoyed you. all while you would meet in secret, sneaking around the castle and hooking up with each other behind everyone's back.

apart from sleeping with each other not much changed between you. you never declared what you did to be a relationship, although both of you never met other people.

draco was the one constant through your teenage years. sometimes you would go longer without the other, but you would always come back, like a drug you couldn't stop taking even if it had the potential to destroy you in the end.

draco ended the kiss, pressing his forehead against your own. "sorry" he muttered and you furrowed your brows in surprise.

he had never apologised before, even if that was your rule. he would always suck up for a while, until you finally accepted that he was somewhat sorry, without actually saying it.

"hmm" you hummed, pressing one more kiss against his mouth, before you broke away and grabbed your bag off the floor. "we've got herbology"

draco nodded and turned around, picking up his own bag. "i'll go around the courtyard, you'll go now"

"sure" he softly grabbed your neck with his hand, bringing you close again and kissing you, more passionately than the moment allowed. you were way too flustered when he let go off you, but he just nodded for you to go. so you did.

you kept thinking about him for the rest of the day. through the whole herbology class, most of potions class and even charms, which was you favorite subject.

it hadn't been yesterday when you realized that you maybe didn't still find him as annoying as you did back when you were children. that you had maybe even grown fond of him a little, or whatever it was that you had.

and there was a stupid part of you that longed for more. for more of whatever it was.

what you had enjoyed at first, was now the part you hated most about your little arrangement. sneaking around, lying to your friends and always keeping something from them, while they viewed you as family, as someone they knew everything about.

you just wanted them to know and maybe you also wanted to know if he would stay. stay at the possibility of people finding out about you.

all that went through your head until the next day. and realistically you knew he wasn't what you wanted him to be. you knew draco well enough. he would never agree to go public, much less to even be in a relationship with you.

so it was pretty clear what you had to do.

you knew that it was the right decision in the long run. for both of you.

you met in the same hallway. you were leaning against the wall when he arrived, a distant smile on his face, that only really broke out when his eyes fell on you.

"hey" he muttered. you let him kiss you, before he stepped back, leaning across from you.

"hi" you said, testing the waters. he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.

"what is it?" he asked unimpressed. he was used to you berating him for something he had said or done the day before. most often it was something regarding your friends and even though he never admitted it, you noticed his behaviour change, when you had been angry about something.

"nothing" you averted your eyes. you could hear him step forward, on edge, not used to the sadness in your voice.

times you had been apart came normally right after you had fought with each other. always screaming loudly, having found something to be annoyed about, before you decided not to see each other anymore, until one of you eventually came back.

"tell me" draco urged, the calmness in his voice long gone. "did something happen?" normally you would have made fun of him for his unusual care, but now you even felt sorry about it.

"i don't think we should continue to see each other" you shrugged, acting as if you didn't even care.

draco laughed, or rather puffed out air through his nose, before he shook his head. "i told you i was sorry"

"it's not about that"

"then what?" he stepped even closer. "something with you friends? i didn't even really see them yesterday"

"that's not it, draco"

there were a few seconds of silence, before he sighed loudly. "is it a guy?"

"no"

"okay, so you're just doing this? for what?" he threw his arms up, like he couldn't understand anything anymore. "you'll come back anyway"

you didn't answer anything, staring at him blankly, not having the strength to even say it out loud. without you wanting him to, he caught the uncertainty in your eyes.

"..you'll come back" he repeated, voice low. "right?"

"draco" you sighed, not knowing what to tell him.

"no, don't be like that" he shook his head and you saw that he was trying hard not to show you how much he cared. "don't act like you have to console me, don't act like you're breaking up with me"

"i'm not" you nodded. "but i'm not coming back either"

he pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, not even looking at you when you picked up your bag. you tried to catch his eyes, but it was to no avail. so you just walked away, not even knowing if you felt relieved or sad at the predicament that he would never be coming close to you again.

you walked through the halls of the castle and opened the door to the courtyard. the weather had turned rainy, thick clouds hanging over the towers of the castle, hiding them in the white air. the rain hit the ground mercilessly and you realized too late that it had been a stupid idea to walk across.

"you can't just do that" the voice behind you was so sudden and loud that your bag almost hit the wet ground beneath you.

draco caught up with you quickly, not caring about the rain one bit.

"what?" you asked, continuing your quick walk through the yard. but admittedly it was to no use, considering that you were already wet to the bones.

draco grabbed your shoulder, making you halt in your step and turn to look at him. "you can't just decide that" he said "it's not your decision to make"

"it's not yours either"

"why are you like that?" he ignored your previous answer. "i thought you liked this"

"i did" you nodded, seeing no reason to lie. "until i didn't"

"what does that even mean?" draco pushed his wet hair back annoyed. he wasn't able to understand you and scarily enough, that was the first time in years he failed to read what was going on with you.

"that means that we have to stop seeing each other"

"but why?"

you ignored him, moving your arm so he lost his grip on you, walking further through the wet garden. draco followed you.

"why?" he repeated, "what do you want me to do?"

"nothing, draco, it's fine"

"if this is some psychological trick, i swear to god"

"it's not, draco" your voice became louder, trying to drain out the rain that muffled it. "just forget about me"

"what if i can't?" he had stopped moving, staring at you blankly when you turned around. you had never seen him like this. so vulnerable, so honest.

"it didn't even matter" you simply said, "it was nice for a while, but it's over now"

"so you just decided that?"

"yes"

"but it wasn't just nice" he came closer, his face painfully twisted, as if to try and see your reaction to it. to get something from you. to see if it really didn't matter. "it was different. it wasn't just something"

"then what was it?" you pushed him to say more, to hear what you needed to for so long. "tell me why it was different? i thought you hated me"

"i did everything but that" he muttered and you had a hard time understanding him.

"why did you never say that before?" you asked, stray tears mixing with the rain on your face. "why are you so desperately trying to convince me of something you would've denied if i had asked you before? why didn't it matter before? why didn't you say something sooner?" your voice evolved into a scream, begging him to answer.

"why do you think i always came back?" he matched the loudness of your voice, anger blending with desperation as his blue eyes crashed into yours.

"why do you think i did?"

"i thought you knew" he shook his head, not understanding how it had come so far he had to explain it to you. "i thought i made it clear"

"thought you made what clear?" you asked, your voice louder than his, as he had grown more quiet. "that you didn't hate me? tolerated me even? that you—“

"that i fucking love you" his scream made you shut up immediately, eyes wide as you stared at him. "and maybe i should've actually said that or maybe i'm not what you want anymore—"

"what did you think would happen? did you think i would just accept it? not knowing how you really feel?"

"no" he shook his head "but i had hoped you would stay until i finally gathered up the courage to say it"

"how long?"

he sighed, looking annoyingly sweet as raindrops fell down from his hair and onto his cheeks. he looked like he was crying in an artful way. beautiful even, you thought, as you kept your eyes on his face like your life depended on it.

"mcgonagalls detention in fourth year"

"you couldn't have possibly loved me back then"

"maybe i didn't" he shrugged "but it was the first time i felt like this, when you kissed me"

"you kissed me" you corrected, but unable to stop the smile from breaking out.

"well, what do you say?"

"you want to hear it back?" you asked.

"preferably yes, but for now a sorry would do"

"for now, a hot shower would do" you rolled your eyes. "alone"

"and after that?" his voice lost a bit of it's cockiness, returning back to the insecurity it had held a few minutes before, "what then?"

you pressed his lips against his and he took the kiss with surprise, before he reciprocated it.

you pulled back, looking up at him, drenched from head to toe, but absolutely beautiful in his eyes.

"i'll come back"