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Pure-Blood Potter: Chapter 22

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)

James Potter x OC Arabella Renaud

Harry Potter x Half-sister!Reader

Word count: 2265

Warnings: Nothing I think!

Y/N: Your Name 

Y/N/N: Your Nickname

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Draco and I had fallen asleep and ended up missing supper. I woke up in the morning and looked around confused. I saw Vincent, Gregory, and Blaise all finishing up getting ready. Blaise was the first to notice me awake and smirked at me. 

“Morning, Princess.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Why didn’t you wake us?” I asked, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. 

“We tried, you two were completely out.” Vincent said. 

“Come on, let’s let her get ready. We’ll save you guys seats.” Blaise said as he pushed Vincent and Gregory out. I looked over at Draco and smiled slightly. He always looked so peaceful while he was sleeping. I slipped out of the bed and made my way to the bathroom. I quickly got ready and looked down at my messed up uniform. I was definitely going to need to stop in at my room to get a new uniform. Although, the boys weren’t in uniform when they were getting ready. I shrugged and walked out to find Draco sitting up and rubbing his eyes. 

“Morning, sleepy head.” I said and he looked over at me with a smile. 

“Morning, love. You look like you’re feeling better.” He said as he got up. I nodded with a small smile. 

“That was the best sleep I’ve gotten in a bit.” I said and he smiled at me. 

“Good, now you wanna talk about what happened in class?” He asked and I sighed. 

“We’re going to miss breakfast.” I said and he shook his head. 

“It’s fine, we’ll get something in Hogsmeade. Now come talk to me.” He said, gently pulling me over to his bed. We sat down and I looked at him confused.

“Hogsmeade?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“Did you forget we’re going to Hogsmeade today? You did get your permisionslip signed, right?” He asked and my eyes widened. 

“That’s today? Merlin I didn’t even notice.” I said and he laughed. 

“You did get it signed though, right?” He asked and I nodded.  

“Good. Now talk to me, Y/N, I know you’re hurting about what happened in DADA yesterday.” He said. He took on of my hands in his and I looked up at him. His brow was furrowed in worry and he was gently rubbing my hand with his thumb to comfort me. 

“Professor Lupin helped when he spoke with me.” I whispered. 

“What did he say?” He asked. 

“He knew my Father when they were in Hogwarts. He told me about how Father told him and his other friends how excited he was when Mother told him she was pregnant with me. He also said Father was heartbroken when Mother said he’d never be able to see me…” I answered. Draco gave my hand a small squeeze and I looked up at him with a sad smile. 

“He said he’s never seen Father so heartbroken in his life. He also said that Father wanted to be a part of my life so badly. He told me that Harry’s Mother, Lilly hoped my Mother would change her mind and let Father see me.” I said and he sighed. 

“Perhaps if you Father hadn’t died she would have. You know your Mother just wants to see you happy.” He said and I smiled at him. 

“I know, Professor Lupin said Mother was just trying to protect me, but I’m not sure what she was trying to protect me from.” I said and Draco shrugged. 

“Your Grandparents, perhaps?” He offered and I shrugged. 

“Perhaps.” I said. 

“Why don’t you ask her? I’m sure she’ll tell you.�� He asked and I shrugged. 

“I think it hurts her to talk about my Father… She feels guilty.” I said with a frown. 

“If you really want to know, she’ll tell you.” He said and I sighed. 

“I know you’re right, but I don’t want to hurt her.” I said and he squeezed my hand. 

“You won’t. Now, about that bloody Hufflepuff.” He said and I rolled my eyes. 

“We’re not on bad terms, Dray, you don’t need to go and hex him or something.” I said and he sneered. 

“Not on bad terms? He bloody broke up with you on your birthday!” He said and I shook my head. 

“Yes he did, but he had a good reason to break up with me. Besides, he comforted me recently.” I said and he looked at me confused. 

“When?” He asked. 

“That morning I left breakfast because Ron and Harry were bothering me.” I said and he rolled his eyes. 

“What did they do to you?” He growled. 

“Nothing, Dray, they just were saying unkind things about you and I just needed to leave.” I said and he pulled me into his side. 

“You shouldn’t bother being around them.” He said and I sighed. 

“They’re actually not that bad, when they’re not bad mouthing you.” I said and he groaned. 

“Don’t tell me you actually like them.” He said and I shrugged. 

“My brother isn’t as awful as I thought he’d be.” I said and he groaned. 

“You’re killing me, love.” He said and I giggled. 

“Just be nice and everything will be fine.” I said and kissed his cheek. 

“No promises, now you go get dressed and I’ll meet you down in the common room.” He said and I nodded. I left Draco’s room and headed into my own. It was empty since everyone was at breakfast. I opened my closet and started looking through my clothes. I quickly picked out a nice outfit and smiled to myself. I got dressed in a white long-sleeved shirt, gray jeans, my white and black sneakers, and a gray jacket. 

I grabbed my permission slip and headed down to the common room. I found Draco sitting on the couch dressed in his usual all black. He looked up at me and smiled. 

“You look amazing, love.” He said as he stood up.

“Thank you, you look handsom as always.” I said. He took my hand and led me out of the common room and towards the front of the castle. I wrapped my arm around his and smiled up at him. 

“Will you come to Hundukes with me?” I asked and he chuckled. 

“Of course, love, but first we need to eat.” He said and I nodded. 

“Agreed, I think I’ll get some porridge.” I said. 

“You enjoy that, I’ll be having a full English.” He said and I rolled my eyes. Draco loves a full English. 

“Of course you will.” I said. We made it to the courtyard where all the students were waiting. We handed our slips to Filtch and walked over to our friends. 

“Blaise told me you two made up.” Pansy said with a smirk. Draco glared at her and Blaise while I blushed slightly. 

“Pansy, don’t you have something to say to our dear Y/N?” Blaise asked with a small smirk. She glared at him slightly before turning back to face me. 

“I’m sorry for coming up with a stupid plan when we didn’t even need it…” She said and I giggled. 

“It’s fine Pans.” I said and she smiled at me. 

“Perfect! So you’re going to come to Fickle Fabrics with me, right?” She asked Draco pulled me closer to him. 

“I’m taking Y/N to Honeydukes.” He said and she pouted a bit. 

“You can’t hog her all day!” She said. 

“I haven’t spent much time with her recently and I plan on making it up to her today.” He said and Pansy rolled her eyes. 

“How about next trip I spend it with you, Pans?” I offered and she smiled. 

“The whole trip?” She asked. 

“You can’t hog her all day.” Blaise said, making the boys laugh. 

“Oh but Draco can!?” She asked with her arms crossed. 

“Okay, okay, let’s calm down.” I said and Draco wrapped his arms around me. 

“Fine, next trip you’re coming to Fickle Fabrics with me!” Pansy said and I nodded. 

“I promise.” I said. 

“I need everyone’s attention!” Professor McGonagall called and we all turned to face her. 

“Now remember, these visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege. Should your behavior reflect poorly on the school in any way, that privilege shall not be extended again.” She said. Just as she finished Harry ran up to her with his slip. 

“No permission form signed, no visiting the village. That’s the rule, Potter.” She said to him and I frowned slightly. I looked over at Hermione and Ron and they both looked upset that he couldn’t come. 

“All those with permission, follow me. Those without, stay put.” Filtch said and started walking with Professor McGonagall. Harry stopped her and I stopped Draco from pulling me along. 

“I’ll meet up with you in a bit.” I said and he groaned. 

“Come on, love, you don’t need to stay around for that idiot.” He said and I shot him a look. 

“I promise I’m coming, just give me a minute.” I said and he sighed. 

“Fine, but if you’re not out of the courtyard in five minutes I’m coming back here and dragging you out.” He said and I chuckled. 

“Fine, fine.” I said and waved him off. He kissed my cheek and left with the rest of our friends. 

“I can’t. Only a parent of guardian can sign. Since I am neither, it would be inappropriate. I’m sorry, Potter. That’s my final word.” Professor McGonagall said before walking off. I walked next to Hermione and Ron, who both looked at him sadly. 

“Harry didn’t get his signed?” I whispered and Hermione shook her head. 

“Forget about it, guys. See you later.” Harry said and turned around. 

“Harry wait!” I called and rushed up to him. He turned to look at me. 

“Your Aunt and Uncle wouldn’t sign?” I asked and he shook his head. 

“They hate anything to do with magic, I’m lucky I’m even at Hogwarts.” He said and I frowned. 

“Why do they hate magic?” I asked. 

“My Aunt always said my Mother was a freak because she was a witch, she hated my Dad too.” He said and I frowned more. 

“I’m sorry.” I said and he smiled at me. 

“It’s alright, Y/N. Go have fun with Ron and Hermione.” He said and I bit my lip. 

“Um… actually Draco and I made up. Turns out he wasn’t dating Pansy and it was just a stupid plan to get me to break up with Cedric. I suppose I should have told them sooner that he broke up with me.” I said and Harry’s eyes widened. 

“And you just forgave him?” He asked and I shrugged. 

“He plans on making it up to me on this trip.” I answered. 

“He’s still a git and that’s not going to change, Y/N. What happens if he does something like this again? Will you just forgive him like nothing again?” He asked and I narrowed my eyes at him. 

“I didn’t forgive him like it was nothing! We fought about it last night and made up.” I said, crossing my arms. 

“Whatever, have fin on your trip with Malfoy.” He said, spitting his name like venom. I took a deep breath and stopped Harry from leaving. 

“Listen, Harry, just because I’ve made up with Draco doesn’t mean we can’t still get to know one another. I… I kind of like having a brother…” I whispered and he gave me a small smile. 

“You’re not just going to ditch us?” He asked and I shook my head. 

“I just wish you won’t talk bad about Draco so much.” I said and he chuckled. 

“We’ll see.” He said and I smiled. 

“Now go have a fun trip.” He said and I nodded. 

“Fine, would you like me to bring you back anything?” I asked and he shook his head. 

“You don’t have to.” He said and I shrugged. 

“But I’d like to.” I said and he shook his head. 

“Don’t worry about me, Y/N/N, just have fun.” He said and I sighed. 

“Fine, but I’m getting you something whether you like it or not!” I said and ran off before he could say anything else. 

I met up with my friends and Draco wrapped his arm around me. I snuggled into his side and sighed happily. We made it to Hogsmead rather quickly and Draco took me to the Three Broomsticks right away. We sat down and ordered breakfast. Once we finished eating we headed to Honeydukes were Draco and I bought plenty of sweets. Then Draco wanted to go visit Spintwitches Sporting Needs. We looked around and Draco bought a couple of things for Quidditch, which he was very excited about. I had found some nice Quidditch gloves and bought them for Harry. Draco gave me a look as I was purchasing them. 

“I’m getting them for Harry.” I said as the witch handed me the bag. 

“For Potter?” Draco scoffed as we left the store. 

“I feel bad he couldn’t come.” I said and Draco rolled his eyes. 

“It’s not your fault he bloody forgot to get it signed.” He said. 

“He didn’t forget, his Aunt and Uncle wouldn’t sign.” I said and Draco rolled his eyes again. 

“It’s still not your fault.” He grumbled. 

“It’s called being nice Draco.” I said with a smirk and he rolled his eyes with a smile. 

“No more Potter talk the rest of the trip.” He said, wrapped his arm around me. 

“Alright, fine.” I said as he led us to another store.

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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.

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me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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When y/n does something so cringe that i have to look at the invisible camera for a sec.

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— hp porn links ੈ♡˳ 16k celebration.

warning: 18+ only. these are twitter links that contain porn videos. these are not fics.

includes: theodore nott, mattheo riddle, draco malfoy, tom riddle, lorenzo berkshire, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, ron weasley and harry potter.

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— THEODORE NOTT

brother’s bsf!theo fucking you in your room

sex with toxic!theo after a fight

dealer!theo fucking you in his car

bf!theo using you as a stress reliever

— MATTHEO RIDDLE

roommate!mattheo fucking you while everyone’s asleep

missionary with mattheo in his dorm room

bsf!mattheo helping you relax after a long day

classmate!mattheo fucking you against his desk

— DRACO MALFOY

enemy!draco fingering you in the bathroom

draco pounding into you from behind

dom!draco spanking you when you misbehave

draco sneaking into your dorm room late at night

— TOM RIDDLE

dom!tom fucking your throat

rough sex with tom after you’ve been needy all day long

bf!tom fingering you

tom waking you up in the middle of the night

— LORENZO BERKSHIRE

roommate!enzo fucking you in your room

makeup sex with bf!enzo after an argument

dom!enzo fingering you

reverse cowgirl with bsf!enzo

— PANSY PARKINSON

making out with bsf!pansy

gf!pansy eating you out

pansy fingering you in the bathroom between classes

sleepovers with bsf!pansy

— FRED WEASLEY

bsf!fred eating you out

morning sex with roommate!fred

bf!fred fucking you after you flirt with someone else

riding fred’s face after a stressful day

— GEORGE WEASLEY

bf!george breeding you full

baking with bsf!george

morning sex with roommate!george

george fucking you raw after you pull the condom off

— RON WEASLEY

jerking off sub!ron

riding classmate!ron after class

ron fucking you against the wall

sleepy sex with bf!ron

— HARRY POTTER

needy harry fucking your thighs

missionary with harry

dom!harry fingering you from behind

shower sex with bf!harry

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Falling For You?

{Masterlist}

Pairing- Draco Malfoy x Fem Potter Reader 

Request- No

Summary - You’re starting to notice a change in Draco Malfoy’s behavior which is strange because ever since day one he has had it out for you and your twin brother Harry. What will happen when you are hurt badly during a quidditch match causing you to fall from a fatal height?  This takes place in the 5th year. No use of Y/N.

Genre- Angst, Fluff 

Warnings - Blood, Angst, Potential enemies to lovers? multiple Pov, swearing, mentions of nausea, fainting, violence, physical fighting, I think that's it,  

●Ambiguous Ending

A/N - This is my first ever fic, so I hope you enjoy it. Sorry I haven’t posted much life has just gotten a bit out of hand recently, but I have managed to produce this and its finally time to share it! so enjoy. 

Word count - 5.7k 

Growing up without parents and living with your abusive Aunt and Uncle with their Spoilt Brat for a kid wasn’t easy; and you honestly didn’t think you would have survived without your twin brother. For the longest time you too were inseparable. You were each other’s only family left. And that’s why you were crushed with guilt every time you look at those shining grey eyes.  

It was no secret that Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were enemies. Most people despised Malfoy due to his cruel demeanor and outdated world views, where he saw himself on some pedestal above everyone else; which he would reticule you from if you dare thought otherwise. Of course you were one of the people who disliked him. How could you not be?  

You’d just wish your heart would listen to your brain when thought of him. He was a cruel person who found fun in making other people’s lives difficult, especially you and your friends. So why did you find your eyes lingering on him for a second too long? Looking around the great hall at dinner just to get a glimpse of him. It wasn’t right, and you knew it. But it didn’t help that he had really grown into his looks and gotten a lot taller over the summer break. And while there is an undouble rivalry between Malfoy and both Potter twins since the first year, you couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy had become slightly more tolerable lately. He would make less snarky and unnecessary comments, start less arguments and not take the arguments that he did start as far as he used to. Was he getting tired of it? Or was he maybe he was finally maturing. Either way, you were grateful for it as you have been seated next to him for potions until the end of the year, courtesy of Snape’s seating plan.  

In fact, you had noticed that ever since you had been seated next to him at the beginning of the year, he was slowly becoming more tolerable, and you were becoming less annoyed by his presence.  

You had explained your thoughts to Hermione stating that maybe he was ‘growing on you’ but she just replied saying that it was more likely that he was just ‘wearing you down’, to which you chuckled along with.  

For a while now, more times than you’d like to admit was spent dwelling on your changing feelings for him. A part of you hoped that he was perhaps changing and that maybe it could lead to something between the two of you. You had to admit he was funny at times and had slipped up and shown you a different side of him before. Only in subtle ways like picking something you’d dropped on the floor and handing it to you without any snarky comment or passing you something you were looking for. If anyone else did this, you wouldn’t think twice about it. But it wasn’t anyone. It was Draco Malfoy.  

You were pulled out of your own thoughts by Ron leaning upwards to look over you and your brothers head to see the Slytherin table  

“Can’t wait to wipe that that stupid smug smirk off of Draco’s face” Ron said through gritted teeth as he began to sit back down still keeping an eye on the Slytherin table behind you where Draco sat in his quidditch uniform talking with his teammates.  

“He’s been extra cocky today about winning this match” Ron grumbled as he turned to the food in front of him.  

“Tell me about it” Harry sarcastically sighed “I had to deal with him and Blaise all of first period” Harry grumbled. You peered over your shoulder to see the loud commotion happening behind you, which mainly consisted of the Slytherin quidditch team chanting about them winning the upcoming match. It didn’t take a genius to tell they were overly confident.  

“No worries, we’ve trained for this,” you said turning back to the table and rolling up your sleeves. As much as you like your quidditch uniform its arm sleeve length got in the way when you were trying to eat.  

“One more hour until we can destroy them!” Ron said with a laugh to which Harry returned with a grin.  

“You both are so competitive” Hermione chimed in as she rolled her eyes before looking back at the book in her hands.  

“It’s almost concerning” you chuckled in agreement.  

“Don’t act like you don’t want to see them lose” Ron replied with a tone making it sound like he was defending himself.  

“I want to see us win” you explained.  

“How’s that any different?” Ron questioned with a mouth full of food and a raised brow.  

“Because she’s finding pleasure in her achievements rather than others loses” Hermione said firmly closing and placing her book on the table, to which Ron replied with another eye roll.  

“Yeah, but it Slytherin” Harry said as if he was to be proving some point, but you and Hermione looked at each other then back towards him as he missed the point all together.  

“So?” you replied.  

“So, I guess it’s alright to be happy when they lose” Harry said with uncertainty in his voice because as he was saying it out loud, he was beginning to hear how he may be in the wrong.  

“Don’t get me wrong I want us to win, but I think you two are a bit too hateful towards Slytherin. I mean sometimes you both say something I’d expect a Slytherin to say about a Gryffindor. Which is definitely not a good look”. You explained, hoping to talk some sense into them so try and defuse the rising tension between the house that always comes before a big quidditch match. Harry and Ron didn’t reply, they just shared a look between them realizing that you may have a point; as they do get quite competitive.  

The conversation quickly changed as Oliver Wood appeared and made the team gather around and talk strategy.  

You wouldn’t call yourself a confident person, but usually before a quidditch you would feel fine. Prepared. You were a strong player, and everyone knew it. However, today you weren’t feeling as prepared as you normally are, and you were unsure as to why. You just had a bad feeling about the match.  

As you walked out onto the field with your team, broom in hand, the icy wind almost imminently pricked at your skin. You looked up and saw that the sky had been painted with all different shades of grey clouds, indicating an upcoming storm.  

Everyone took their positions on the field and as you did you saw some of the Slytherin boys whisper something to each other while looking over at you and some of your teammates. This made you feel even more uneasy, and you tried to shake it off, but it kept dwelling on you that something was going to go wrong.  

The game began and everything went as expected aside from Slytherin taking the lead by a few points but nothing that couldn’t be overturned by the end of the game. It soon started to lightly rain, a sprinkle of water coating the stadium, making it a bit harder to see since the wind was moving the rain into your eyes.  

As the score got closer everyone understandably got more competitive and began to push the boundaries a tad, such as shoving someone a little harder than what is normally allowed during a match, but no student would ever report this to a teacher. It was like an unspoken rule that when the game got close the so could the players.  

You had flown to the side of the field after successfully passing the quaffle over to Oliver while avoiding being knocked off your broom. Oliver had managed to gain Gryffindor points with the quaffle pushing the score so that Gryffindor was now ahead of Slytherin. This did not sit well with the two Slytherins that were on your back trying to prevent you from passing the quaffle over to Oliver just moments ago.  

One of them was Marcus Flint. And although you couldn’t see the glare, he gave you from behind, you could almost feel it. Only a minute or two later something sharp caught the corner of your eye. You looked over to your right, but it had disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. You had shrugged it off and continued to play the game but was shortly interrupted by a small, very bright blue flash across the field. You flew up high staring wide-eyed trying to find it again eyes scanning everywhere, hoping someone else had also seen it and that you weren’t going crazy. But you didn’t have much time to ponder as soon the bright light was headed straight towards you once again. You instantly flew away, occasionally checking behind you to see if it was still on your trail. Adrenaline coursed through your body as you flew at full speed before slowing down once you realized that it was no longer behind you.  

Shocked from the surprise of it all, you weren’t paying attention until you heard what sounded like distressed arguing. You saw Fred and Seamus from afar, you squinted trying to figure out what they were doing as it looked like they were either arguing or very worried. You began to make you way over there ignoring your surroundings, heading straight towards them, but before you could make it there someone came out of nowhere and sped past you, nearly knocking you off your broom. It was unlike anyone to race that fast at someone during the match so high off the ground even with the unspoken rule. You continued forward when once again someone flew right in front of you. You suddenly came to a halt and spun your head around to see what was happening behind you. You could feel the cold, icy air prick at your skin and make your nose pink and sore. Your hair was blowing rapidly in the wind, impairing your vision. You looked over and saw Ron from afar clutching his upper left arm with Oliver beside him. As you were about to fly over to them to make sure Ron was alright, when something sped past you, hitting you on the right side of your head.  

It knocked you hard, causing you to face forward again and even jolt a little bit on your broom. You were still able to maintain a steady grip with both hands on her broom; but that was quickly forgotten about when you began to feel a wave of nausea and dizziness. It quickly became a struggle to focus on anything, the world felt like it was spinning and your whole body felt numb aside from a slight tingle.  

But the numbness didn’t last long as soon a strong burning sensation formed above your right eyebrow. Still accompanied by the nausea, after only a few seconds you felt something wet run down the right side of your face. But this wasn’t the cold rain that was pouring all around you. This was warm and running fast.  

You slowly brought your hand up to the source of the pain and brought it back down only to find it covered in a bright red liquid. As if on cue, your hearing began to fade and soon you couldn’t hear anything around you; not your teammates, not the crowd, or even the cold wind that had been floating around all week. The only thing you could hear was your own racing heart. Your breaths were slow and deep as you tried to stay conscious, while your heartbeat was as fast as ever. The rain that was already trickling down you only helped spread blood down your face beginning to cover your quidditch uniform.  

Only a few seconds prior, Hermione had noticed the small flash fly across the field once again, but this time it went towards you, and seemingly hit you before you could see it coming. Hermione jumped out of her seat the second she saw you get hit. She was squinting her eyes and leaning ever so slightly over the banister trying to see what happened. Neville was quickly by her side using his binoculars to try to see what was happening. Hermione glances to her side at Nevilles binoculars and quickly snatches the binoculars from Nevilles grasp and places them before her eyes. Completely ignoring the fact that they were strapped around his neck, and he was now uncomfortably pulled into her personal space. Hermione saw your face slowly turn red, and she imminently dropped the binoculars, allowing Neville to stand up straight once more. “Oh Merlin” she whispered to herself, but loud enough for Neville and Luna who had also joined her side to hear and it, make them both look at her, unsure of what she saw.  

Unaware as to what everyone else was facing, Harry was speeding along the perimeter of the field, not far from the ground with Draco to his Left. Their knees collided and both of their gazes were strongly focused on the small golden snitch flying not far in front of them. The light rain and the air resistant due to their fast speed was causing them both slightly to squint into order to see. They both would push against each other with their shoulders in hopes that the other would fall off course. Their hair flew rapidly behind them as they tilted their heads forward, both trying to increase their speed. However, Draco’s gaze shifted to the stadium when he heard some loud yelling. But it wasn’t the normal yelling that happened during a quidditch match. This sounded like panic. He couldn’t make out what was being said but when he looked above Harry as he saw the Gryffindor podiums crowds’ gazes fixated on something behind and above him; and judging by their expression and stances with their arms pointing at whatever was causing the commotion, it wasn’t good. Draco only heard the yelling because he and Harry were flying right beside the crowd, however, Harry seemed to be too focused on the snitch flying just out of his reach to take interest in the sound. Draco turned his head to his left and after a quick scan of the field and the people on it, he saw what the commotion was about.  

Draco’s shoulder sunk and his eyes were wide fixated on the image in the distance. He wasn’t sure if what he was seeing was real. He saw you on your broom way up in the air. But you weren’t flying around. Instead, you sat up on your broom with only one hand gripping the broomstick. Your opposing hand was held to the side of your head, the palm painted red. His stomach dropped when he saw her face. Blood was pouring down the right side of it, covering the dazed expression. You were looking slightly over your right shoulder, towards the Gryffindor podium and crowd, which he was under. That’s probably why he heard them yelling. They got the best view of what had happened and started to panic.  

You felt a light head, and suddenly the overwhelming burning pain didn’t matter anymore. The frequency of your blinks increased significantly, as you tried to stay awake. You could taste the rain as your mouth hung open, desperately trying to take deeper breaths. But soon you realized that it was no good. Black dots began to appear, and you felt yourself falling. The last thing you saw was your broom only a few feet above you.  

Draco eye widened and he was quickly filled to the brim with panic, as he saw your figure in the distance go limp and fall to the side, beginning to make its way to the ground. Within less than a second of your body falling, Draco’s broomstick was pointed your way and just as before he was tilting his head and body forward increasing his speed. His gaze was focused the unconscious body in a bright red and gold Gryffindor uniform; and just like for you before, everything around him was a blur and he could only hear clouded muffles of what he would assume is the crowd being loud as per usual; not that he gave any thought to it, he didn’t care, in fact it seemed as if for the first time in his life he didn’t care about anything else; he was only focused on getting to you on time.  

Harry noticed Draco’s absence when he went to make a quick glance between him and the golden snitch. But as Harry noticed he was no longer next to him he was quick to notice a Slytherin uniform blowing in the wind flying away from him. Harry slowed his chase after the snitch and took notice of what Draco was chasing after. Rather than who he was chasing after, Panic swept through the boy as he was quick to follow Draco’s path, but Draco was significantly ahead of him.  

Flying through the rain at such a speed made the rain drops feel as if ice was pinching at Draco’s pale skin, but nether the less Draco was able to catch Potter’s limp body before you went crashing onto the ground. He held a tight grip, but the impact of catching you and trying to hold you on his broomstick made him lose control of his broom and he began to make his way to the ground. He was able to pull his broom upwards right before he collided with the ground, softening the fall for both students. Once you both hit the ground, Draco was thrown over you and landed roughly 5 meters in front of her. You were laying half on your stomach and half on your right side on the soft, wet grass. Your hair which you had freshly washed this morning, was scattered over your face, absorbing blood from the small pool that was forming under your rested head. Draco on the other hand found himself fully on his stomach with his head facing to his left, with his left shoulder taking most of the impact. Both uniforms were muddy and blowing slightly in the wind as they lay there on the wet grass.  

It didn’t take long for both teams to make their way to the scene, Oliver arriving first with Ron by his side clutching his upper left arm. They both kneeled by your side; Oliver gently pulling you onto your back, revealing what was once clear skin framing a soft smile, but was now a blood-covered face decorated with scratches. Oliver and Ron are both taken back by the sight, eyes scanning over the injury on your head. But before Oliver could even think of what to do next the whole Gryffindor quidditch team had made their way over and began crowding around them. Harry arrives at the scene and stumbles off his broom running and forcefully pushing his way through his teammates, only coming to a small stop when he finally sees his blooded-up sister on the floor; half her face covered in blood with her hair stuck in it, and the parts of her face that somehow weren’t bloody, were pale and lifeless. Before anyone could say anything to him, he was on his knees next to her, with tear-filled eyes and his hands clasping over her forehead in an attempt to try and stop the bleeding. He tried to reach for his wand to use a healing spell but cursed under his breath as he moved his hand back to your head after feeling his empty pocket. A reminder of the rule stating that no personal magical objects can be found or used by any player during a match.  

Draco was woken by his teammates pulling him up to his knees after he was briefly knocked out from the impact with the ground, and he was very winded; but he didn’t even assess or take note of the damage done to himself before he began carefully making his way up to the small crowd of both Gryffindor and Slytherin quidditch players, trying to peek through. By the time he made it through the crowd, he only got a glimpse before he spun his head around at the sound of an angry professor storming over to the scene.  

“Move aside!” Professor Snape called out while waving his arms out to push anyone out of his way. He was followed by Professor McGonigal who had her hands holding up her robes so she could hurry over. Behind her were Hermione, Luna, Nevile and a hand full of other people with worried expressions written all over their faces. Everyone stepped aside to let the professors in. Harry looked up at them with tear-soaked eyes, his hands were on his twin sister’s face; one on her cut and the other on her jawline, holding her face. For a second Harry could have sworn he saw Professor Snape’s eyes widen with concern. Within a second Snape was by Harrys side, he pulled out his wand and softly murmured a healing spell causing the slash on her forehead to slowly heal over. Professor McGonigal began questioning the students around her about what had caused this incident, but her tone made the questions sound like accusations. Relief filled Harrys body and he let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. His sobs calmed down and he felt a hand on his shoulder, and he looked over and it was Hermione who gave him a reassuring smile; telling him it would be alright. Draco also felt a gush of relief wash over him, and unfortunately for him, it didn’t go unnoticed. Hermione gave him a questioning look as she saw the relief on his face when he saw that her dear friend way going to be alright. Draco noticed Hermione’s stare when he made eye contact with her. Panic boiled within him at being caught and his cheeks blushed a little from embarrassment and he immediately looked away and avoided her gaze, staring at the grass below him acting as if he didn’t care.  

Harry returned his gaze to his sister who was being picked up by Snape. Snape was now standing up holding your still unconscious body in his arms.  

“I suggest you follow me to the infirmary Wesley” Snape suggested, referring to the fact Ron was clutching his upper left arm with a little bit of blood seeping out of it.  

“You got hit?! Are you alright Ron?” Hermione explained, turning to see the state he was in.  

“Better than her” Ron shrugged referring to you as he made his way over to Snape with the intent to join his trip to the infirmary.  

“Malfoy?” Snape said in his usual cold tone.  

“Huh?” Draco said, looking up a little surprised as he was in his head and not paying attention. Snape noticed that the boy was oblivious, and he let out a small disappointing sigh before replying.  

“Care to join us at the infirmary?” It almost sounded like a statement rather than a question because of Snapes usual cold tone. Draco looked down at his dirtied uniform and bruised hands. He will admit that his arm and back did hurt from the landing and he was sure he had a fair share of bruises underneath his uniform, and as much as he would like to follow, he knew that if he did he would want to check up on you, and that would draw a lot of unwanted attention and suspicion to the relationship between you and him, and after saving you there was enough speculation coming his way, he didn’t need anymore.  

“Uh- no I think I’m alright” He shrugged. Without any further questioning Snape turned around and began walking back to the castle accompanied by Ron. Harry stumbled to his feet and quickly began to follow Snape but was stopped by Professor McGonigal placing her arm in front of him.  

“I think you should stay; I need to have a word with you and everyone else here to figure out what happened today”, and with that Harry sighed, he wanted to protest and go with his sister, but he knew that she was in good hands; and he too wanted to know what causes her sister to bleed all over the Quidditch field.  

Professor McGonigal took the Gryffindor team to the side of the field to question them first, leaving the Slytherin team plus Hermione, Luna and Neville alone, while the crowd was told to go back to the great hall.  

There was only small chatter between the students before a few Slytherin students began chuckling. “Surely this means we win right? I mean we managed to get two of the Gryffindor players out of commission.” Marcus Flint chuckled rather loudly to his friends.  

Hermione shot them a quick glare, but they were seemingly unfazed by it. She knew they had something to do with what happened today. Draco, who had been standing around in silence avoiding any questions from his teammates while holding his still sore arm, shot a firm glare towards the Marcus Flint, having also caught on that he was up to something.  

“What?” Marcus mockingly questioned when he noticed Draco’s cold glare.  

“What did you do?” Draco asked coldly as he began walking over to the boy.  

“What does it look like, I won us the game mate!” Marcus chuckled while looking around at his friends who were also seemingly enjoying this.  

“You cheated!” Hermione exclaimed, “I saw a small flash of blue light move around the field”.  

“And what does that prove?” Marcus replied, with his horrific smile hung high.  

“You used a spell; you’ve got your wand with you” Hermione pointed out gesturing to his wand that couldn’t quite fit properly into his pocket.  

“Yeah, and what are you going to do about its Granger” Marcus stated as he began walking into Hermione’s personal space, towering over her in an attempt to make her feel threatened.  

“You put two people in the infirmary!” Nevile chimed in trying to see if Marcus had any remorse for his actions.  

“Congrats the boy can count” Marcus laughed while waving his hand in the air mockingly which was followed by laughter from his surrounding friends. “It’s not like anyone is going to miss those two” Marcus scoffed as he turned back to his friend.  

Draco glanced at the red stained grass then back up to Marcus who was chuckling alone with his friends like nothing had even happened. The boy was showing no remorse, so he wasn’t going to either. Hermione saw something change in Draco’s eyes, they suddenly went dark and before she could say anything he was clenching his fists and angrily walking up to Marcus. The second Marcus turned to acknowledge Draco’s precents, Draco swung his fist violently and fast at the boy’s left cheek, causing him to stumble to the ground. The pain in Draco shoulder was long gone, covered by his anger for the boy in front of him.  

“The fuck is your problem!” Marcus exclaimed as he stood up and swung back at the blonde boy. Cries were heard from the people around them as Draco took the punch given to him, but almost immediately returned it and managed to push Marcus back to the ground. Marcus brought Draco down with him and they continued to swing at each other, grabbing each other’s collars and pushing the other down. It wasn’t until Draco managed to pin Marcus beneath him and was mercilessly slamming his fists into the boy’s face before he was pulled back. Arms wrapped around him as he tried to push against them.  

“Stop! He’s not worth it” Oliver wood exclaimed as he was holding Draco back along with Fred Weasley.  

“You Piece of shit!” Marcus spat at Draco with blood coming out of his mouth, while trying to reach him; struggling against Blaise and Goyel grip.  

“ENOUGH!” Professor McGonigal exclaimed as she glared at the two boys, making them stop struggling to free themselves.  

“The Two of you, my office NOW!” McGonigal glared at the boys as they slowly stumbled to their feet with hung their heads low as they walked by her side to her office. An angry glare was exchanged between the boys ever so often as they made their way back to the castle.  

“What on earth has gotten into everyone today!?” Oliver exclaimed looking around at all the stunned students.  

“Malfoy beating the living shit out of Flint, now that's something” Seamus answered, not hiding his amusement  

“Yeah, but why?” Oliver continued  

“Because he cheated during the match, He was the reason your team got hurt” Hermione Chimed in.  

“What?!, That bastard!” Harry spat.  

“Why would Malfoy be so upset about Slytherin cheating? Wouldn’t put it past him to do it himself” Fred replied.  

“Merlin knows” Seamus sighed.  

“So are we just going to ignore the elephant in the room” George asked, causing everyone to send him questioning looks.  

“Which one” Seamus chuckled.  

“The fact that ‘The prince of Slytherin ‘abandoned chasing the golden snitch to catch and most likely save the life of the one and only ‘princess of Gryffindor’”. George explained. To which Fred replied with a small chuckle “well when you say it like that”.  

“Does seem a bit curious don’t you think” Luna gently stated.  

Harry shared a confused look with Hermione, both acknowledging that they needed to talk privately.  

“Whatever, I’ll discuss this later with McGonigal; we should pack-up and clear out of here before this rain becomes a storm” Oliver said he began making his way off the court, still pissed about how the match went down. Everyone soon followed him.

Everyone had been told to go about their day as usual, but nothing about what had happened earlier was usual. Hermione had gone to speak to professor McGonigal about her suspicions involving Marcus Flint and his cheating. To which McGonigal was able to confirm when assessing the recent spells used through his wand. Quidditch matches had been suspended for the month due to foul play and to say everyone was upset was an understatement. Harry had spent most of the day by your side, with Ron as company. A few hours later you had woken to a killer headache and harry was quick to inform Hermione so she could come and see you, which of course she did and used the time to fill you in on what had happened.  

You were jaw-dropped shocked when Hermione informed you that the Draco Malfoy had flown over to you on a whim to catch you. Not only that but he had beaten up Flint because he was the one who was cheating and hurt you and Ron. None of this made any sense but for a moment it made your heart flutter with the idea that he actually cared. To some degree at least. But to be fair he must care quite a bit to have been the first person to rush over to help you. If you weren’t in so much pain, you would be eager to get out of the infirmary just so you could see him in potions but unfortunately that didn’t look like it was happening anytime soon.  

Hermione excused herself from your presence and began to make her way to the detention classroom which she had heard Draco had been placed in, leaving a trail of small clicks behind her as her shoes tapped the store floor. The room felt cold and isolating, only accompanied by the sound of rain against the rather large windows.  

Hermione slowly stepped towards Draco, where he was sitting on the edge of a crooked chair, silently looking down at his hands. Entering his field of view Hermione waited, expecting some form of acknowledgement but Draco held his gaze on the icepack he was holding in his pale and muddy hands.  

Hermione spoke softly, almost as if she was afraid that if she started him, he would disappear. “I heard McGonigal yelling from down the hall” She paused for a moment when he didn’t respond. “How long were you given?”.  

“8 weeks” Draco quietly grumbled after a few seconds.  

“And Marcus?”  

“12.” His tone was empty and careless.  

“Makes sense” Hermione said as she stepped closer to the boy, fiddling with her hands.  

“She woke up” Hermione quietly commented referring to you. She took note of Draco’s reaction. He had moved his eyes up but stopped before they met with hers and brought them back down to his hand; almost as if he didn’t want them to leave his hand in the first place. It was a small reaction, but it was still there.  

Hermione decided to continue figuring he was curious and wasn’t going to respond. “She is doing fine by the way; she’ll be out of the infirmary very soon.” Draco just nodded softly in repose still avoiding her gaze.  

“Draco” Hermione said softly and took a step closer, she waited for him to look at her and once he did, she was almost taken back a bit. She had never seen such a plain soft expression him this boy. His face always contained a scowl and a mischievous smirk. She has to blink herself back to reality and out of her thoughts.  

“You did a good thing today; you probably saved her life. The fall could have taken her out” Hermione tone was so genuine that Draco didn’t know how to respond.  

“So, thank you” Hermione finished softly with a small smile. Draco pressed his lips together in acknowledgement before Hermione turned to walk out the room, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.  

Although Draco hadn’t said much to Hermione, a lot was exchanged, and she knew that she was going to revisit her conversation with you about his change in behavior. Draco was left dreading how mad his father was going to be about his actions, but once he remembered why he did them, his mind shifted, and he didn’t care as much about what his father was going to say, only what he was going to say to you. 

[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.

Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.

Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

Blaise Zabini.

Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.

When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.

After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.

Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.

His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.

You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.

Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.

You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.

Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.

Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.

Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

Lowkey kidding but not really.

No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.

[cruel-seduction]

It’s like a full-blown addiction, but instead of drugs or booze, it’s this fictional guy who’s got her wrapped around his finger. She knows it’s fucked up—knows she’s out here daydreaming about someone who’s not even real—but who cares? This guy? He’s everything. He’s charming in the worst ways, flawed in every possible sense, but there’s just something about him that has her hooked. He doesn’t even know she exists, but she’s ready to fight anyone who says a word against him. Seriously, she’ll defend his honor like it’s a fucking life-or-death mission.

He’s a goddamn trainwreck, but he’s her trainwreck. She’ll put up with all his baggage, his emotional scars, his dark sides, because somehow, that brokenness makes him feel more real to her than any real guy could. He’s messed up, but she’ll fix him in her head every single time. Maybe it’s that thrill of knowing he’s dangerous and untouchable that makes him even more irresistible. He might break her heart in a hundred ways, but it’s the kind of heartbreak that makes her feel alive, even if it hurts like hell.

And it’s never gonna happen, right? She knows that. He’s not gonna waltz into her life and sweep her off her feet. But it doesn’t matter. Because she gets to have him on her terms—no messy reality, no awkward first dates, no risking her heart for real. He’s always there when she needs him, in that perfect little bubble of fantasy she’s built for herself. And maybe she’s a little crazy for it, but at least with him, she’s never disappointed. Every time she replays his scenes, reads the fanfics, imagines their future together—it's like a high she can never quite shake. She knows it's all just a mindfuck, but she’s never felt more alive.

[blac-ivy]

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

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

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

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

[forrestfantasy94]

When a multi chapter fanfic hasn't been updated in the past 2 years but the author is still active

[fanfics4all]

Pure-Blood Potter: Chapter 19

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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)

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I stayed quiet the rest of the walk to our next class. I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry’s future, and about what Theo told me. I looked up to see Pansy laughing at something Draco said and he looked proud. I quietly sighed and looked back down at my books. I gently shook my head and tried my best to get excited about our next clas since I loved Magical Creatures and Hagrid was sure to be good at teaching us. We were walking down the hill to Hagrid’s hut and I smiled slightly. All the students were gathered around his home and you could hear them chatting from half-way up the hill. 

“That’s it. Come on, now. Come closer. Less talking, if you don’t mind.” Hagrid said and the students shushed eachother. 

“I’ve got a real treat for you today. A great lesson. So follow me.” He said and I heard Draco scoff and looked up to see him rolling his eyes. Hagrid led us into the forest and the students were all talking the whole way. I was quiet and my friends didn’t see to notice. 

“Right, you lot. Less chattering.” Hagrid said as he turned to face us. 

“Form a group over there.” He said pointing to a tree that was near a broken stone wall. 

“And open your books to page 49.” He added before he walked away. 

“Exactly how do we do that?” Draco asked with an attitude. 

“Well, just stroke the spine, of course. Goodness me.” Hagrid said before walking off. Draco did as he said and gave Hagrid retreating figure an unconvinced expression. I rolled my eyes slightly and followed the rest of the students along the wall. We all opened our books but poor Neville got ttacked by his. Some students laughed as they passed him. 

“I think they’re funny.” Hermione said to Harry. 

“Oh yeah, terribly funny! Really witty!” Draco teased. Hermione turned to him with an annoyed look on her face. 

“God, this place has gone to the dogs! Wait until my Father hears tht Dumbledore’s got this oaf teaching classes!” Draco scoffed. Vincent and Gregory both laughed and Pansy was smirking. I rolled my eyes, but kept my mouth shut. 

“Shut up, Malfoy.” Harry said as he walked towards Draco. My eyes widened slightly as the boys oooed teasingly at my half-brother. Draco handed Vincent his bag and dropped it without waiting for him to take it. He sauntered up to Harry with a smirk on his face. He took a step back and looked up behind Harry. I looked at him confused as he kept backing up. 

“D-Dementor! Dementor!” He pointed into the air and some students gasped. Harry turned around quickly and I froze up. I felt my breathing quicken and my chest begin to get tight. Draco laughed with everyone and they all put on their robe hoods. 

“Oooo.” They all did while wiggling their fingers. Hermione grabbed Harry and rolled her eyes at them. Blaise gently nudged me and I looked up at him. He looked down at me worridly and I forced a smile. Luckily Hagrid came back and cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. 

“Da-da-da-da!” He hummed and I looked at the creature with wide eyes and a smile. 

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid asked and tossed him a ferret 

“Say hello to Buckbek.” He said as the creature ate his treat. 

“Hagrid, exactly what is that?” Ron asked. 

“That, Ron, is a Hippogriff. First thing you want to know about Hippogriffs is that they’re very proud creatures. Very easily offended. You do not want to insult a hippogriff. It may just be the last thing you ever do.” He stressed. 

“Now…” He clapped. 

“Who’d like to come and say hello?” He asked and turend around. Everyone stepped back in fear except for Harry, I was pulled back by Blaise. 

“Well done, Harry. Well done.” Hagrid said as he turned back around. Harry looked back confused and hesitantly took a step forward. 

“Come on now.” Hagrid said and Ron pushed him. 

“Why’d you pull me back?” I frowned at Blaise. 

“Because I’m not letting you go near that thing with the state you’re in.” He said and I huffed. 

“I’m fine…” I mumbled. 

“Sure you are.” He said. 

“You have to let him make the first move. It’s only polite.” Hagrid said. 

“So, you step up, give him a nice bow, then you wiat and see if he bows back. And if he does, you can go and touch him. And if not… well, we’ll get to that later.” Hagrid explained the rules. 

“Now, just make your bow. Nice and low.” He instructed Harry. The Hippogriff started squawking and flapping it’s wings. 

“Back off, Harry! Back off!” Hagrid said quickly. Harry started backing up and he snapped a twig which made some students jump. 

“Keep still.” Hagrid said. Harry lifted his head to look at the creature. 

“Keep still.” Hagrid said again. The Hippogriff bowed back and Hagrid chuckled. 

“Well done, Harry. Well done.” He said and tossed Buckbeak another ferret. 

“Eh, ya big brute, you.” He said to the creature. Harry stopped up and you could see he was breathing heavily. 

“Right, now I think you can go and pat him now.” Hagrid said and Harry’s head snapped to him. 

“Go on. Don’t be shy.” Hagrid said and Harry slowly made his way to the Hippogriff. Draco and the boys shoved some students out of the way. Pansy was of course right behind him. Blaise wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me a bit closer to him. 

“Forget about them.” He whispered and I sighed. 

“Nice and slow now. Nice and slow. Not so fast, Harry.” Hagrid said as Harry lifted his arm to reach for Buckbeak. The Hippogriff squawked at him and stomped his hoof. I gasped and gripped onto Blaise’s arm. I notice Hermione do the same to Ron. Draco looked back at us and glared, but I paid no mind to him. I couldn’t stop thinking about Harry’s bloody tea leaves… Harry slowed down and stopped out of fear. 

“Now let him come to you.” Hagrid said. Buckbeak sniffed Harry, but let him touched him. 

“Well done!” Hagrid said as he started clapping. The other students joined in and I smiled at Harry. 

“Isn’t it going to fly?” Draco asked Gregory. 

“I think he may let you ride him now.” Hagrid said as he walked over to Harry. 

“What!?” Harry asked, clearly worried. 

“Come on.” Hagrid said as he lifted Harry. 

“Hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Ha-Hagrid!” Harry said, freaking out a bit. 

“Just behind the wing joint.” Hagrid said as he placed Harry on the Hippogriff. Buckbeak squawked as Harry was placed down. 

“Don’t pull out any of his fethers, cause he won’t thank you for that.” Hagrid said as he walked to the other side. He smacked Buckbeak on the but and he reared up. He started running in our direction and then flew off into the air. We all watched in awe as Harry flew around us. He flew off to somewhere we couldn’t see, but he soon came back to land. 

“Well done, Harry! And well done, Buckbeak!” Hagrid said. 

“That was wicked, Harry!” Someone cheered. 

“Oh, please!” Draco said, getting up from his spot on the tree root. He pushed his way through some students and stormed over towards Buckbeak. 

“Yes, you’re not dangerous at all, are you, you great ugly brute?” Draco said and my eyes widened. My breath was caught in my throat and Blaise held me back. 

“Malfoy! No!” Hagrid said. Buckbeak got up on his hind legs and Draco looked up at him. Students started screaming and running off. Buckbeak slashed at Draco and luckily he covered his face with his right arm. He yelled out in pain and I struggled in Blaise’s arms. 

“Buckbeak!” Hagrid scolded and got in-between him and Draco. 

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Buckbeak!” He shouted at the creature. He pulled off a ferret and tossed it away from Draco. 

“Away you silly creature.” He said. 

“Oh, it’s killed me! It’s killed me!” Draco said, being dramatic as always. 

“Calm down! It’s-It’s just a scratch!” Hagrid said, freaking out a bit. 

“Hagrid! He has to be taken to the hospital.” Hermione shouted, trying to get him to get control. 

“I’m the teacher. I’ll do it.” Hagrid said and lifted Draco up. Draco dramatically whimpered in his arms. 

“Oh, you’re gonna regret this.” Draco said. 

“Class dismissed.” Hagrid shouted. 

“You and your bloody chicken!” Draco added. 

“I’ll come too! Draco will-” 

“Y/N will go with you, Professor.” Blaise said, cutting off Pansy. He let go of me and grabbed onto her. I looked at him shocked and he gently pushed me forward. 

“Yes, well, come on now.” Hagrid said, clearly worried. I quickly gathered my things and followed Hagrid to the hospital wing. 

“Oh it hurts so much!” Draco whined. Hagrid looked at me with pleading eyes and I nodded. 

“It’ll be alright, Dray.” I said and gently grabbed onto his hand. He looked at me and I gave him a smile. He gripped my hand a bit tighter and hardly whimpered the rest of the way there. Hagrid explained to Madam Pomfrey what happened and she sighed. Draco was placed on the bed and as soon as his hand left mine he was whimpering again. Madam Pomfrey looked at me and I nodded. I sat at Draco’s side and held his hand. My heart swelled with the contact and I did my best to suppress my blush. We’ve done this millions of times, but now that I know how I feel about him everything feels different. Draco gripped my hand tightly as Madam Pomfey cared for his wound. His Father had walked in at one point and demanded to know what happened. Once Draco told him, he looked angry. 

“I’ll take care of it.” Lucius said. Draco nodded and Lucius spared one last look at us before storming out of the room. Once Madam Pompfey  was finished she wrapped up his arm and he was free to go. Draco and I returned to classes. 

Later that day, Draco and I were walking alone together. Our friends were already in the Great Hall. Draco held my hand as walked. 

“I never thanked you for coming with me yesterday, love.” He said with a smile. 

“Oh, of cours, Dray.” I said and he squeezed my hand a bit. 

“It was bearable with you there.” He said and I giggled slightly. 

“I think you’re just being dramatic.” I said and he rolled his eyes, but still smiled. 

“Never.” He said and it was my turn to roll my eyes. Right as we walked into the Great Hall Draco let go of my hand and started walking towards our friends. I watched him sit right next to Pansy and her eyes lit up. I sighed and decided to go sit with Hermione, Harry, and Ron. 

“May I sit here?” I asked and they smiled. 

“Of course, Y/N.” Harry said. I took a seat next to Ron and got my books out. I was ready to do some homework and get my mind off everything. 

“Does it hurt terribly, Draco?” Pansy asked, making the four of us look over at them. 

“It comes and it goes. Still, I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two, and I, uh, could’ve lost my arm. I couldn’t possibly do any homework for weeks.” He lied and I rolled my eyes. 

“Listen to the idiot. He’s really laying it on thick, isn’t he?” Ron said and I sighed. 

“Yeah, but at least Hagrid didn’t get fired.” Harry said. 

“Yeah, but I heard Draco’s Father’s furious. We haven’t heard the end of this.” Hermione said. 

“I can try my best to damage control.” I suggested and they smiled. 

“He’s been sighted! He’s been sighted!” Seamus shouted into the quiet hall. He came over to our table and slammed a news paper onto the table. 

“Who?” Ron asked. 

“Sirius Black!” Seamus answered. We slid closer to look at the paper. 

“Dufftown!? That’s not far from here.” Hermione read. 

“Y-You don’t think he’d come to Hogwarts, do you?” Neville asked. 

“With dementors at every entrance?” Someone asked. 

“Dementors! He’s already slipped past them once, hasn’t he? Who’s to say he won’t do it again?” Seamus said. 

“That’s right. Black could be anywhere. It’s like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.” Another student said and I saw Harry’s face looking worried. 

“Perhaps we should just get back to studying.” I suggested and slid back over to my books. The other student scattered back to their books and I could tell Harry was distracted the rest of the class. I looked back and saw that Draco didn’t even notice I wasn’t with them. I sighed and looked back to see the three friends looked at me with worried expressions. 

“Are you alright?” Hermione asked and I shrugged. 

“I’m fine.” I said and looked back down. 

“You don’t need them anyway.” Harry said and I just nodded, not interested in talking about it anymore. I heard Hermione smack Harry and glanced up. 

“Maybe you should talk about it, you might feel better.” Ron suggested. 

“I don’t want them over-hearing…” I whispered. They looked over and Harry scoffed. 

“I think Malfoy and Parkinson are too distracted with each other.” He said and I sighed. 

“Yeah… that’s the problem…” I mumbled. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N…” Hermione said and I shrugged. 

“I hope he’s happy with her…” I whispered and just looked down at my books. 

*3rd Person POV* 

Y/N and the golden trio didn’t know that Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle were all listening to their conversation. The three friends looked at Draco and Pansy with a glare. Y/N had hardly been spending time with them anymore and they all knew it was because of them. They knew something was wrong the second Y/N didn’t show up to sit with them on the train. Everyone though she was just spending time with Cedric, but Blaise knew where you probably were. He was proven right when she came to sit with them and told them about the attack that she was also involved in. The three friends looked at each other and silently agreed that they would make it their mission to get you back.

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[randommultifandomrants]

Being a girl is pt.2: deciding you’ve read enough fics for the moment and swiping out of the app just to re-open tumblr or open wattpad/ao3

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Theo: I cut my finger

Y/n: I can kiss it, so it'll get better

Theo: That works?

Y/n: Yeah, my mum used to do it when I was little

*later*

Theo: I need you to punch me in the mouth

Draco: Fucking finally

[colmiillo]

me acting like I just didn't read the most filthy nasty hot smut fic of my life

[tsukimirecs]

SLYTHERIN // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

REGULUS BLACK

le lendemain matin

the salt and the sea

forever

the better of two bad options

a pen

the door

the black heir

distraction

THEODORE NOTT

love is sour grapes

by netws & nott

something stronger

like snow on the beach

the only heaven i'll be sent to (is when i'm alone with you)

TOM RIDDLE

desiderium

love again

from the glue

salted caramel, metal, strawberries, vanilla, and ink

midmorning

effects of amortentia

DRACO MALFOY

our little secret

honeydukes

firsts

how could i ever forget?

makeup

draco malfoy with shy!male!reader headcanons

cherry juice

MATTHEO RIDDLE

the cat

puppy eyes

the game

rainy nights m.r

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

like nobody else