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Yule Ball take 2!
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Shut UPPP I just had THE BEST idea for a drarry fanfic!!!!!!!!
Okay SO we all know how in OOTP, Lucius Malfoy fails to get his hands on the prophecy Voldemort wants, and therefore fails to serve his master. Voldemort is furious, and this leads to him giving Draco the task to kill Dumbledore in HPB, as a punishment for the Malfoy family.
But what if Voldemort had enough of Lucius much earlier on in the series?? We know that Lucius actually failed him in COS, book two, when he let part of Voldemortâs soul be destroyed. What if Voldemort had taken out his rage on the Malfoy family as early on as book four, GOF?
What if Voldemort decided that the best way to punish the Malfoy family was to make sure Draco was chosen as Hogwartsâ contestant in the Triwizard Tournament? Alongside Harry, of course, since Harry was needed for Voldemortâs plan. Dracoâs task would be to make sure Harry made it through the tournament, to discreetly make Harry win it and also make sure to grab the cup with him, so that he too could be transported with the Port-Key to the grave yard. There, Draco was meant to stand alongside his father and watch as Voldemort returned, tortured and killed Harry. Only then would Voldemort trust the Malfoysâ loyalty again.
So Draco goes to Hogwarts for his third year. He tries to believe that heâs proud to have been chosen, deep down, but actually heâs terrified.
Barty Crouch Jr. puts Dracoâs AND Harryâs name in the goblet. They both get chosen for the Tournament, Draco instead of Cedric. Harry is 100% sure Dracoâs responsible for their names ending up there. Draco assured him that he isnât. They slowly become friends as the tournament carries on, and Draco finds himself actually enjoying Harryâs company more than he should.
Imagine how the first task with the dragons would be. The second one, in the lake! THE PREFECTSâ BATHROOM! THE FUCKING MAZE AND THE GRAVEYARD AND AND
Holy shit I need to write this I NEED TO WROTE THIS BUT I DONT HAVE W THE TIMEEEUGHHH
Edit: I am currently writing it.
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Desperate Requirement (Hogwarts AU)
Slytherin Aemond Targaryen x Reader Tag List
Synopsis: Itâs hard being horny at Hogwarts. Luckily, you and Aemond always found a way to relieve your needs.
Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, Handjob, P in V sex, Semi-Public Relations, Shower Sex, Very Horny Aemond, Not Proofread
Word Count: 2,660
A/N: I really wanted to do Aemond in Hogwarts because when I first watched HOTD, I was just recovering from my Draco Malfoy phase.
âAemond,â You called, voice distracted and heavily laced with pleasure as his lips were on your neck and his cold hands were hiking up the hem of your skirt higher and higher. âWe⊠we canât do this here,â You called, your hands tangling in his hair, not at all making any move to push him away and hinder where your actions were leading. You were pushed up against the door of one of the many broom closets in the castle. Aemond pulled you in there as you were on your way to your next class. His actions made you completely forget about the spell in charms you stayed up to study the night before. âThe professor is still in a meeting⊠theyâll be late. Why not capitalize on the opportunity?â He said against your skin, his hand going to your waist to pull you closer to him.
Your eyes fluttered to a close as lips returned to suck on your sensitive skin, making certain to leave a mark. Already amused, he thought about which way you would once again hide them. Will you cover them with those pastes you smuggled from the muggle world? Or perhaps will you, once again, constantly wear your house scarf even though the weather or setting did not reacquire it. Maybe youâll surprise him and be bold enough to show all the marks Aemond intended to give you to mark his territory.Â
You sighed as his hands tried to unbutton your shirt; when his cold touch grazed the warm skin of your chest, your sensibilities returned. âIâI canât be intimate with you here,â You whispered and pushed Aemond away. âWhy not? Just earlier today, you were straddling me in my bed so I would not leave,â Aemond mused, recalling the scene that initially made him yearn for you so harshly at this hour of the day. âWell, that was in the privacy of your room! Anyone can walk in here and catch us! A student, a house elfâ Merlin forbid, a professor!â You said and tried to push Aemond away but he would not have it. âPlease, darling, justâŠâ Aemond whispered, and you tried not to grow soft at the slight tone of begging in his voice. âAemond,â you sighed as he took hold of your wrist and guided it downwards, making you feel the need in him.Â
You moaned quietly as you felt his hard length, proving that he needed you so greatly. You could no longer restrain yourself as you palmed his length through his trousers, hisses coming from his lips as you pleasured him through the fabric of his uniform. Cold hands found their way to your breasts, kneading the mounds and making you bite your lip as wetness gathered at your cunt. âAemond⊠oh, Aemond,â You sighed, tilting your head back as one of his cold hands trailed downward and cupped your heat. His fingers rubbed your sensitive bundle of nerves as you continued to palm his throbbing length. Your breathing mixed as your stifled moans and sighs echoed through the broom closet, the both of you reaching your peaks even though your skin had not actually touched. Aemond panted harshly as he spilled himself in his uniform, the spot where his seed gathered turning a darker shade.Â
âScourgify,â you took your wand from your robe and uttered the enchantment. Aemond gave you a lazy smile as his sapphire-colored eye was still hazy from his release. You breathed out a sigh as his lips found yours once more, his tongue teasing your bottom lip and seeking entrance, but you could not be distracted anymore. âWe have to go,â You pushed him away and turned to open the door, peeking out your head to make certain that no passerby would see the both of you emerging from the utility room. The both of you reached charms class at the nick of time. Your cheeks flushed, and your neck was covered by your wool scarf even though it was unseasonably warm. Aemond sat beside you, demeanor more lax and a satisfied smirk on his thin lips, and his hand resting on your upper thigh throughout the whole of the lesson. Effectively distracting you from the professorâs lecture.Â
You watched Aemond through the whole of his quidditch practice. You savored the way how focused he was trying to catch the snitch. Not missing the stunts he did to impress you nor the suggestive looks heâll give when he passes you. By the end of their practice, your lip was between your teeth, and your legs were tightly crossed to relieve the need that had gathered in the past two hours of watching him fly around the quidditch pitch.Â
You quickly made your way down from the pitch minutes before they dismounted their brooms. You sneaked your way into the locker rooms to wait for Aemond. He was the captain of the Slytherin team, and one of the benefits of that was he had his own private shower stall and dressing room to change in. You bit your lip as you stood in the shower stall, hearing the distant sound of footsteps and chatter from the team. Your breathing hitched as Aemondâs voice was drawing closer, him lecturing one of his teammates about the game, clearly aggravated and frustrated. It would seem this endeavor would serve him beneficially. You bit your cheeks as Aemondâs words died on his tongue as he saw you standing stark naked in his shower stall, waiting for him.Â
He waved off his teammate and did not waste a second before wrapping his arms around you and placing his lips against yours. Your heart stuttered as you realized his tense and rugged figure turned putty in your arms, the frustrations you felt oozing from him miraculously disappearing. You sighed as you two were enveloped in the hot water, your lips never parting even though it was a bit of a struggle to breathe. You gasped in shock as Aemond hoisted you on his waist, pushing you against the tiled wall and aligning his length in your entrance. âYou wouldnât let me fuck you in the privacy of the closet, but you would happily let me have my way with you here? In the menâs bathroom, with my teammates just in the distance? How lewd had you become?â Aemond mused as you very slowly sank down on his cock, him making sure to catch every little reaction you would make as your cunt was once again filled by him.Â
You whimpered and moaned as you were fully filled by him, Aemond hissing as the tip of his cock rested perfectly in the spongey spot of your cunt. The spot that made your eyes roll back in your head and your back arch. âYou have to be quiet, my darling⊠wouldnât want to be caught now, would you?â Aemond hummed, his hands gripping your bottom, and his hips thrust to meet yours, your moans spewing quietly into the side of his neck as you buried your face there. âAemond, whatâs taking you so long?â His brother Aegon screamed from the locker room. âGive me a minute!â Aemond yelled but his tone was laced with concentration that made his other teammates suspicious. âIs he having a fucking wank?â You heard one of his teammates ask, and Aemond buried his cock deep inside, his lips continuing his torment on the side of your neck.Â
âAemond⊠oh, Iâm⊠fuck, Iâm coming,â You moaned, dazed by the pleasure he gave. Aemond bit his lip as he moved one of his hands to cover your mouth, already knowing that you were ready to scream when you reached your peak. It truly was flattering for him to hear you scream out in pleasure; his name would always be uttered as you came, but he could not let the two of you be found in such a state. You panted against his hand, dazed eyes watching him tilt his head back as he came deep inside you, quiet groans leaving his lips. âFuck, youâre perfect.â Aemond sighed and kissed your lips, then your cheeks, as you slowly unwrapped your legs around his waist. The two of you were sweaty from the endeavor, but luckily, the shower was just there.Â
âStop it.â You gritted lowly as Aemondâs hand trailed upward your skirt. You were attending your Defense against the Dark Arts class, but Aemond was determined to distract you from the important lesson. âI need you,â he whispered in your ear as the professor was turned away from the class; you quietly whimpered as he nipped your ear after he whispered the words. âPay attention; the O.W.Ls are near.â You whispered even though his small action caused you to need as well. Aemond grunted and returned his attention to the lecture, but now you, too, were distracted as well, need pooling between your legs as his hand never left your thigh, only inching higher and higher.Â
You bit your lip and raised your hand, excusing yourself to go to the lavatory. âMeet me in the second-floor prefectâs washroom,â You whispered to Aemond after, a sly smirk adorning his lips as you left. You waited impatiently for Aemond to appear, and when he did, you grabbed him by the necktie to smash your lips together. âHurry, theyâll get suspicious,â You muttered as you two were squished together in a stall. Your fingers tried to undo his trousers, but you frowned as he nudged your hands away, and he instead sank to his knees. âAemond, what arââ You could not finish your thought as he hiked up your skirt and pushed your undergarments to the side so his lips could meet your cunt.Â
Moans quickly spewed from your lips, no matter how hard you tried to stifle them. You looked down to see Aemond grinning up at you, his fingers pushing themselves into you. âSo fucking wet⊠you could never resist me, now can you, my darling?â He hummed, then sucked on your bundle of nerves, making you moan louder. âAemond!â You cried as he curled his fingers, the sound of your wetness and moans echoing through the empty lavatory. âFuck, youâre so goodâŠâ You uttered as you felt your core tighten with the same need for release. His name once again spewed from your lips as you came on lips. You hummed in satisfaction as his lips met yours, tasting your essence on his tongue.Â
âYou look gorgeous, my darling,â Aemond smiled as he spun you around. The great hall was decorated for the occasion. The Yule Ball was probably your favorite event at Hogwarts. âYou look quite handsome yourself,â You smiled as you gazed up at him. You rested your head on his shoulder as you two swayed to the slow tune of the dance, his hand firmly on your waist. You sighed in contentment as you were in the arms of the boy you had loved since your first day in Hogwarts. âDo you want to get out of here?â You asked quietly as the dance floor became more crowded. Aemond was quick to agree and took hold of your hand to escort you out of the great hall, finding an empty carriage so the two of you could enjoy each otherâs company in privacy.Â
Your lips danced their familiar dance as Aemondâs hold on your waist was threading upwards and nearing the valley of your breast. Your hands moved to rest upon his thigh, but you gasped in shock and embarrassment as the carriage door flew open, a professor catching the both of you. âTen points each will be deducted from your house. Now go back to the hall,â they sternly said, and you and Aemond hurriedly disembarked the carriage, your cheeks flaming red in embarrassment.Â
You returned to the castle, turning to Aemond wide-eyed as he tried his hardest to stifle his laughs. âDonât laugh! That was mortifying!â You said, but Aemond shook his head and cupped your heated cheeks. âYou looked so adorable,â He laughed and gave your lips a kiss. You breathed in deeply as your heart stuttered at the way he looked at you with adoration. âWhere do we go now? The rooms are locked, even our dorms,â You sighed as you two stood in an empty hallway. âHere?â Aemond suggested, but you scrunched up your brows at his ludicrous suggestion. You chewed on your cheeks as the need for Aemond was evermore present. âThe astronomy tower?â He asked as you rested your head on his chest, your gaze downward, seeing that he, too, needed you badly. âNo, itâs too cold,â You sighed and his arms wrapped around your frame.Â
All of a sudden, you hear the sound of light debris falling to the ground. Aemond frowned and took out his wand, preparing for an attack. Your brows furrowed as the empty wall in the hallway started to transform. The blank bricks reveal chiseled carvings and, ultimately, a door opened for the both of you. Your lips gaped, and you turned to Aemond, âDid⊠did we just summon the room of requirement?â You asked in disbelief. Aemond pulled you into the summoned room that housed a bed and fireplace. You were still in shock that you two had found the room that you thought was a hoax, but shock could not be properly comprehended as his lips were on yours again. Your bodies trailed over to the bed as your articles of clothing were tossed to the floor. You sat by the edge of the bed, gazing up at Aemond whose lips were parted as your hand was wrapped around his length.Â
You hear him his as your lips wrap around the tip of his length, your eyes still locked on his as you take in his length deeper into your mouth. âFuck, darling, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock,â Aemond hummed and cupped your cheek, which was hollowed as you sucked his length. You gagged as the tip of him hit the back of your throat, his loudly groaning at the sensation. You continued on, tears spilling at the side of your eyes, âSuch a good girl taking my cock,â Aemond praised as he abruptly pulled out of your cock. He, without warning, turned you around and let your stomach hit the soft mattress, your bum in the air as he squeezed them harshly.Â
You let out a loud moan as he plunged his length deep inside you, the wetness you had gathered making lewd noises that accompanied your moans and the crackling fire. âYou like that? You like it when I fuck you from behind, donât you, my darling?â Aemond grunted, his hands gathering your hair and lightly pulling it. The pain adds to your pleasure, and it translates to your walls clenching tightly around him. You could only moan as Aemondâs cold hand reached downwards, and his slender fingers started to draw circles upon your nubbin, your moans growing louder. Begging him for release as your knees dug into the soft, feathered bed and your hands fisted the sheets.Â
Aemond felt his release coming as well. He momentarily stopped his thrust to turn you around, wanting to see your pretty face as you came undone and as he filled your cunt with his seed. You feel his weight atop you and his lips against yours. âAemond⊠Aemond!â You cried as you came hard on his cock. Your lips moved to his shoulders, and your teeth bit down on his flesh, making him groan in pained pleasure, urging him to spill himself inside you a bit earlier than he had wished.Â
Aemond collapsed atop your bare body, sweaty limbs intertwined. âAemond?â You called, trying to catch your breath. âYes, my darling?â He asked, âI still need you,â You said and heard him chuckle, moving to kiss your lips and moved to oblige your needs once more.Â
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A Couple Firsts // D.M x reader
Request: Maybe thereâs an opportunity to slow dance somewhere, he puts out his hand and asks her to dance, but she is hesitant because she has never slow danced before. Maybe he can say something like âYou just need a strong leadâ and does just that. I just like gently taking control of the situation part, and I can see Draco doing that!
Word count:Â 1.5k
Author's Note: personally I did not spell check this. I am so exhausted LMAO but i had a fun time writing it. Also my requests are closed to finish the requests that are already in there!Â
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You and Draco had been together for a short period, each day full of firsts with each other. First time alone at hogsmeade together. First breakfast in bed together. First late night in each other's dorms. First time sneaking out of class and kissing in the hall, unable to be away from each other for long periods of time.Â
It felt like a dream with him. You were love struck, the idea of having someone to kiss, someone to hold, someone to talk to about anything. Your fears, your dreams, your passions. It was such an emotional outlet for both of you. The only thing was that Draco was your first boyfriend, you werenât particularly his first girlfriend.Â
That didnât bother you; you were not the jealous type at all. Draco made sure to keep you secure in his love, his devotion to JUST you. It only was worrisome to yourself when those firsts happened and you had never done them before.Â
The Yule ball was announced at the beginning of the year, happily taking the opportunity to flaunt his girl, Draco asked you extravagantly at the great hall. Balloons, a large bouquet, and little doves flying around. It was a little much, but you knew it came from his desire of flaunting wealth. Your Yule ball invite was definitely the biggest around and created a little hysteria. It wasn't his best trait but you couldn't help but feel special.Â
The ball came closer and the preparation was more than you couldâve thought of. Draco's mother sent over a letter of your measurements and what colors you both were wearing in order to put in a custom gown with her personal tailor. You and the girls in your dorm did your nails together and helped each other with your hair. It was such a nice bonding moment for you all, happy to gawk and talk of who was taking who to the dance.Â
As the moments passed, small butterflies began to swarm in your stomach, growing with each thought of the night. You had no clue where Draco was, if he was ready already, if he was as nervous as you were. You couldn't help but blush at the idea of such a romantic night.
Taking a final look in the mirror, you press down your dress, its amber beads shining off of the overhead lights, glimmering against your skin.Â
Iâm ready - Â you thought to yourself, accepting that there was nothing to change, improve, or procrastinate with any longer. The time was ticking and you had to get out the door. Walking down the steps of your dormitory, your eyes scanned across the dimly lit common room, slytherin students paired up and mingling together.Â
You got to the bottom of the stairs, still unable to find your boyfriend before a strong pair of hands snuck their way around your waist, guiding you to a corner of the room.
âDon't you look ravishing.â Draco mumbled, his hands still firmly placed on your hips. He looked you up and down, placing a long soft kiss on your forehand.Â
âYou look pretty nice, all cleaned up.â You joked, brushing off fake crumbs from his lapel. He rolled his eyes playfully, his name being called from across the room directed his attention.Â
âOy, im busy!â His hand enveloped yours, shouting back across the room. He swatted the air, dismissing the student before turning back to you.
âShall we?â He purred, extending his hand towards the door.Â
âWe shall.â You replied, smiling up at him. You both walked across the floor, Draco getting attention from almost anyone he passed, ignoring them completely and ushering you through the door.Â
You walked together in silence, bodies as close as possible to each other, traversing up several flights of stairs together, audibly out of breath once you both arrived at the great hall, making eachother laugh with whatever lung capacity you both had left.Â
Being fashionably late, you were both able to slip into the dance after the ceremony, the music already blaring. Looking into Draco eyes you smiled, pulling him quickly onto the dance floor, his body loosely following you.Â
The night flowed easily, the songs upbeat and tiring you both after a while. Slightly sweaty and out of breath, you both left the dance floor, itching for a break. Guiding you to an empty table, pulling out a chair for you. Taking a seat, Draco held your hand, leaning in to your ear to make sure you could hear over the noise.
âIâm going to get a drink for us darling. Stay here. If anyone bothers you ill be back in just a minute.â He kissed your cheek, turning away and falling back around the large crowd of students. The music was deafening, unable to hear much of anything except the live band at the front of the stage.Â
You couldn't help but people watch, many students not being familiar to you. Tall boys and girls jumped to the beat of the music, different types of wizards and witches all together. You felt like the school house rivelty was on break, everyoneâs colors now meshed into one. Over to the right of the stage was a few professors, awkwardly bounding on their heels to the music, watching the students like hawks.Â
Like on que, you looked around for Draco, his bright glossy hair peeking out from the corner coming back to you, his hands holding two chalaces of punch, smiling from ear to ear.Â
âI hope you didnât get lonesome.â He shouted, placing down the cup in front of you, its glittery contents swishing around invitingly. You picked it up, taking a large gulp, the icy drink flowing down your throat and cooling you immediately.Â
âThank youâ You mouthed to Draco, unwilling to shout across the music. He smiled, taking a sip from his own cup, his eyes not leaving your face. The music slowly died out, the students in the crowd hooping and hollering with excitement. It had to have been around 9pm, wishing for the night to slow and more of a relaxing song to play to change the pace.Â
Like you wished, a small violin began cascading around the great hall, its slow song pushing some students out of the crowd and inviting in many who have been waiting all night. Draco set his cup down, grabbing your hand quickly, happy for the opportunity to hold you close. Nerves hit your stomach as he grabbed you, suddenly realizing youâve never slow danced, the steps more intricate, more thoughtful. You were clumsy and cranky, perfect for a large group setting, but the lack of students on the floor really opened up for scrutinization and attention.Â
Draco tugged lightly, pouting down at you.
âIâm⊠nervous.â You mouth up to him, his eyes soften, pulling you up from your chair. Relectetly you followed, knowing you would kill to have had your first slow dance, but the act grew an ache in your stomach.Â
Finding a place on the floor, Draco directed your hands to his body, pulling you close, his head now next to yours.Â
âLet me lead.â He whispered sultry into your ear, the hair on your neck standing up, happily shielding your warming cheeks with your hair, setting your chin on his chest. The song picked up slightly, Dracoâs feet pulling and encouraging you to follow, only stumbling a few times before catching onto the pattern.Â
âLeft, right, left.â Heâd whisper every once in a while, noticing your concentration.Â
You realized after a while you werenât thinking about anyone else, just you and Draco. No matter what would be said about you tripping, or how weirdly you danced, you'd only remember this moment. How he held you tightly and brought you around the floor easily.Â
The song ended, but started another slow song. Now more confident in your abilities, you leaned back and smiled at Draco, your eyes sparkling under the hanging icicles above. He leaned down, kissing you passionately as the song swelled. Your feet moved in small spurts, but your lips did not part from each other. You both attempted to hold each other for as long as possible, knowing any moment you'd be interrupted.Â
âMALFOYâ Professor Mcgonagall shouted, immediately breaking the kiss purely out of fear. She was still in the corner, but her squinting eyes made you both cower slightly, your head hitting his chest laughing deeply into it.Â
âFirst time getting caught kissing eh?â He laughedÂ
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Dancing With Our Hands Tied
Mattheo Riddle x Slytherin reader
Prompt 4 of @thatdammchickennugget âs hogmarch challengeđ«¶đœ and dedicated to this psychic anon request đ
Summary: Iâd kiss you as the lights went out, Swaying as the room burned down, Iâd hold you as the water rushes in, If I could dance with you again.
word count: 4k
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You watch silently from across the Slytherin common room as yet another girl places her hand flirtatiously on Mattheoâs chest, batting her lashes with that seductive grin you knew all too well from watching all the other girls do it too.
âGo to the dance with me?â Her lips read as she leaned closer to your friend.
You canât help but smile as Mattheo just rolls his eyes, moving away from the girl, not giving her more than a shake of his head.
The girlâs mouth hangs open in shock of the rejection. Really she should be flattered you thought dryly to yourself. Sheâd made it significantly further than others youâd witnessed.
Truth was, youâd had a massive crush on Mattheo since you were kids, and watching as he rejected girl after girl was much more entertaining than you cared to admit.
Growing up, youâd always admired his bold brashness, and willingness to say whatever came to mind. The two of you had always gotten into trouble together, bouncing mischievous ideas back and forth. The summer before coming to Hogwarts, your mother had given you a heart shaped locket, and Mattheo had insisted that a photo of the two of you go inside it.
"In case we don't go to the same house." The boy had reasoned.
But of course, heâd never seen you as anything more than a friend, and unfortunately, the cringey, cliche nature of the situation was not lost on you. Even now, as you mindlessly fingered the carefully disillusioned pendant while Mattheo stalked towards your group with an air of agitation.
âBloody hell I canât wait for this fucking Yule ball rubbish to be over and done with,â Mattheo states flatly as he sits down lazily on the sofa next to you.
âJust pick a girl to go with then. Theyâll leave you alone if they think you have a date. Why do you think I asked Daph so early on?â Theo replies, not bothering to look up from his book.
Daphne whacks him with her textbook.
You watch as Mattheo tilts his head in consideration before his eyes shift over to you, a sly grin forming on his face.
âDonât even think about,â you say, holding up your hand as if to block out whatever idiocy the boy was about to spew.
Now itâs Mattheoâs turn to open his mouth in shock.
âWha- you donât even know what I was gonna say!â
âYou were going to ask me if Iâd go to the dance with you,â you reply dryly. âHonestly Matt, Iâm not stupid.â
âWell will you?â He asks, giving you his most charming smile.
âIâm already going with Blaise.â You respond.
Looking back, had it been a bit of a rash decision? Yes. But you had made peace with the fact that Mattheo likely wouldnât ask you to be his date, and Blaise was one of your best friends. You knew youâd have a good time with him, and all your other friends had been pairing up.
âTell Blaise to go with Astoria,â Mattheo reasons.
âToria is already going with Enzo.â Daphne intervenes.
âWhat about Pansy?â
âShe and Millicent got accosted by Crabbe and Goyle last I heard,â Theo replies.
âHe can go with Draco then! People already mistake them for gay lovers anyway.â
âMatt, you know Draco is trying to muster up the courage to ask Harry. Donât be dense.â You reply.
âOh come on! How do you all have this sorted out already? The ball was only announced yesterday!â
âWe organized it at dinner,â Daphne responds, as if the answer was obvious.
âYou mean while I was in detention?â Mattheo asks incredulously, only to be met with a chorus of âyesâ and âmhmsâ.
You look over as your friend slumps into the sofa in defeat, a wave of slight guilt washing over you.
âLighten up Matt, youâve already been asked by a handful of girls today, youâll be able to find someone to go with easy,â you say.
âNot with anyone who matters,â he grumbles, so low that you almost miss it.
A week had gone by and you were about to lose your mind. You thought that after the initial conversation in the common room, Mattheo would relent and just pick one of his many admirers to take to the ball. You really shouldâve known better. Youâd known the boy long enough to know that once he had his mind set on something, there was really nothing in the world that could stop him. You just never thought that you would be what he set his mind to.
âMatt, Iâve told you a million times, Iâm already going to the ball with Blaise,â you groan, collapsing on your bed as the raven haired boy follows you into your dorm.
âWell lucky for you, I have the perfect plan to steal you away from ole Blaisey boy,â Mattheo says, his signature smirk in place.
You roll your eyes, leaning back on your bed as you wait for him to continue.
âItâs easy. You just have to date me,â Mattheo replies, as if his idea was particularly clever.
You let out a rather unattractive snort as your heart clenches. It felt as though it might pound out of your chest.
âMatt, that has to be the worst idea youâve ever had. And youâve had a lot of really bad ideas.â
Though asking the girl thatâs fancied him for years to pretend to date him, only for him to snatch it all away again a few weeks later probably had to be one of the cruelest, you thought to yourself.
âOh câmon. Thereâs no way Blaise would be offended if you ditched him if we said we were together. Heâs a perfectly reasonable bloke. Heâd understand!â
You shake your head once more. There was no way you were pretending to date the boy you had been pining after for this long. It was only going to end in one way. Heart break. And not on his end.
âBloody hell. What if I can get Luna to go in your place. Will you do it then? We both know heâs been eyeing that loon up for months.â
âDonât call her a loon Matty.â You tilt your head in consideration however.
If he was willing to actually encourage Blaiseâs love life, and be willing to get intermixed within the logistics of it all, he must be desperate. And you had been dying to set the two of them up, you supposed.
But you just couldnât shake the bad feeling this whole situation gave you. It couldnât be all that bad though, right? You reasoned. Youâd gotten this far without Matt realizing your feelings, a few weeks of bliss surely couldnât hurt.
âAlright. Fine. Iâll tell Blaise we got together and that I want to go to the ball with you, only if Luna agrees to go with him instead.â
Mattheo immediately brightens at your words, a self satisfied grin spreading across his face.
âGood. Because I already told Blaise that we were together and that I was taking you to the ball,â he says quickly. âAlso- considering Blaise is more of a yapper than people give him credit for, the rest of the group definitely already knows.â
Your mouth drops open as you glare at the boy in front of you.
âMatt. What on earth. Did you tell him?â You grit out, praying to Salazar that Blaise hadnât embarrassed you too much.
Mattheo shrugs. âJust told him that we had been out by the lake on one of our walks and I kissed you. One thing led to another and I asked you out. He seemed to believe it pretty easily actually.â
The boy looked all too calm about making up a whole scenario in which he made out with his best friend for your liking.
You purse your lips, taking a deep sigh. What did you see in this boy?
âMattheo.â
âYes love?â
âIâm going to kill you.â
âCanât do that love, you wouldnât kill your boyfriend.â
You continue to glare at the boy, fingers gripping tightly around your wand.
âEasy there, pretty,â Mattheo laughs nervously, slowly edging closer to you with a bashful grin.
âYou better have thought this through Riddle. Because Iâm telling you right now, that this is a bad idea.â
It was too easy. You know that much clearly. The two of you, you and Mattheo that is, walk silently along the streets of Hogsmeade, your friends surrounding you, shielding you from the brisk winter air. Mattheo's arm is wrapped securely around you, hand tucked into your jacket pocket, your fingers intertwined. It was so warm. So comfortable. So effortless, as if you had spent forever with his hands in your pockets.
Blaise and Daphne had been the only ones to know of your secret feelings towards your best friend, yet not a single one of the others looked particularly shocked when the both of you showed up in the common room wrapped in each others arms one night.
âBout bloody time,â youâd heard Theo grunt to Draco from across the fireplace.
Daphne of course had been utterly elated for you, and Blaise had made sure you knew that there were no hard feelings about switching dates for the ball. Especially after he had secured one Miss Luna Lovegood as his date with the surprising help of Mattheo.
A warm squeeze of your hand shakes you from your thoughts as your group comes to stop outside of The Three Broomsticks.
âYou sure you donât want to come down to the shops, y/n?â Daphne asks looking back at you as she forges on with Astoria and Millicent.
âBloody hell, yes! Sheâll be fine with me. You canât have her to yourself all the time!â Pansy says with exasperation, shooing the other girls away and linking her arm through yours on your free side.
The bell above the door rings lightly as the rest of your group enters the warm tavern, Theo and Enzo racing to secure your usual table.
âHey Matty!â A voice shouts, stopping your trio in your tracks.
You turn to see another booth filled with familiar looking Hogwarts students and recognize one of the girls youâd watch Mattheo reject just a few days ago.
âCome sit with us,â she continues, attempting to wave him over.
Pansy gives the girl a sneer as you walk past, Mattheo not even sparing a glance in their direction.
âDonât even know the bloody girlâs name,â he mumbles under his breath, causing you to let out a soft chuckle.
âEy, whatâs the hold up?â Theo shouts as you all hurry over to the table.
âBloody hell. I thought y/n being my girlfriend would finally get those birds to back off,â Mattheo complains as he takes his seat in the booth.
His arm remains wrapped securely around you the entire time, sending warm tingles through you. Itâs all an act, you have to remind yourself, pulling yourself out of your head.
Draco snorts at Mattheoâs grumbling.
âHalf the school already thought you two were dating. Didnât stop em then, so I donât see why itâd stop them now.â He says matter of factly as the rest of the group nods in agreement.
âYou lot are so dramatic. No one thought we were dating,â you sigh, rolling your eyes at your friends.
Their eyes flicker awkwardly back and forth between the lot of them. âRight.â Pansy says finally, bringing an end to the silence.
You glare pointedly at the girl.
âIâm going to the loo. Order me a butter beer Matty?â You say, standing up abruptly.
âIâll come,â Pansy says quickly, going to rise as well.
âItâs fine Pans. Iâm a big girl. Promise not to get attacked by a troll or nothin,â you say with a smile.
Mattheo opens his mouth to protest before closing it again and giving your hand a tight squeeze.
You make your way through the maze of tables, finally making it to the ladies room. Making a beeline to the sink, you take a breath, letting cool water splash against your face.
Salazar, you needed to get a grip. But everything about being with Mattheo felt so real. So natural. Which just meant it would feel all the more real when things ended. You take another moment to gather yourself, dabbing any remaining bits of water from your face. As your hand falls on the door handle to make your way back however, loud voices fill the hall.
âI donât know what he sees in her,â a voice practically snarls. You can practically feel the malice, dripping from their lips.
âSo itâs true then? Mattheo is taking that girl to the ball?â Another voice asks.
âI heard theyâre dating.â
âThey werenât already?â
âI wonder if heâs taking her out of pity.â
A chorus of voices all say at once.
You immediately bristle, realizing they were talking about you.
âI hear she was the only one in their group who didnât have a date and she practically forced him to take her.â
âI thought she was going with Blaise.â
Bloody hell. Where did they get all of this information?
âWhatever. Itâs not like it matters either way. Thereâs no way they last. Sheâs a mess, and Mattheo has never been able to settle has he? Itâs only a matter of time.â
You feel a deep frown form at the harsh words, but before youâre able to react, the bathroom door is pushed open and youâre face to face with the group of girls from before. The girl you had recognized as Mattheoâs reject smirks as she eyes you up and down before simply pushing past you. The rest of the girls follow, leaving you to wander back to your friends.
When you sit down again, Mattheo has a warm drink already waiting, and you let out a small smile as you cozy up next to the boy. No matter how hard you try to distract yourself however, the words of the girlâs echo through your mind.
Later that evening, you lay comfortably in bed with your head resting gently on Mattheoâs chest, hypnotized by the slow rise and fall. You hadnât seen your roommates all day, and doubted they would be back if they werenât there by now.
You lived for nights like these when Mattheo would bow out of whatever mischief Theo and Enzo had cooked up, and instead spend the evening holed up with you cuddling, talking, or getting into your own trouble. Your room had become a safe haven. A sacred oasis of sorts for the both of you to unwind, safe from the outside world.
âYou were awfully quiet today at The Broomsticks.â Mattheo says, breaking the silence.
You only hum in response.
âWhatâs going on in that pretty head of yours?â
âHow are we going to break up?â You ask, rather abruptly, as you look up at your best friend.
Mattheo looks surprised at the question.
âI donât know. Didnât really think Iâd get this far in my scheming to be quite honest. I suppose I figured weâd just say that we figured weâd be better off as friends, or something of the sort. You can blame the split on me though if youâd like.â He replies.
You move your head to look down once more, picking at the blankets.
âNo, no. The friends thing is fine. When should we do it?â
âTrying to get rid of me already, love?â Mattheo asks with a laugh.
âI just want to know what to expect.â You say quietly, causing Mattheo to grow quiet as well.
âAlright. Then how about a few days after the ball? We say that the dance made us realize we were better off as friends, and everything goes back to the way it was.â He says finally.
You feel your heart crack at his words.
âYeah. Exactly like how it was.â You repeat.
Smoothing your dress out one final time, you turn around to hear Daphne gasp.
âOh thatâs stunning,â she gushes, her own deep blue gown cascading elegantly around her in waves of silk.
Youâd spent the last several hours or so in her and Pansyâs shared dorm getting ready for the ball with the other girls, though where Pansy had wandered off to you had no idea.
All you knew, was that you were bloody nervous. You didnât think you would be. It was just like any other night you reasoned. You and Mattheo were with each other constantly. What difference did a pretty dress make?
âI think the boys are ready for us whenever we are. Toria, come get these shoes,â Daphne shouts.
Astoria really did look like a princess you think to yourself, her soft yellow gown billowing gently with every movement.
âReady to go down?â She asks, seeming to float over.
âAs Iâll ever be,â you respond with a nervous smile.
Giving your shoulder a reassuring squeeze, Astoria slips on her shoes before making her way down to the common room, you and Daphne following close behind.
The boys are already congregated by the fireplace; their loud chattering could be heard across the room, but as soon as Theoâs eyes meet Daphneâs he freezes and the rest of the boys quiet down, noticing the shift.
Your eyes lock onto Mattheoâs and you slowly make your way over, nervously picking at your skirt with trembling fingers.
âBeautiful as always, y/n,â he says, smiling down at you when you finally reach him. Gently, he raises your hand to his lips, barely grazing over your shaking fingertips before looking back at you with his signature smirk.
âWhereâs Draco?â You ask, not quite able to stomachs the intensity of his gaze.
âHad to be there early. Something about the champions and their dates having the first dance or something,â he replies easily, his hand finding its ever familiar place on your waist.
âOh we are not missing that,â you say, your nerves quickly being replaced with excitement.
Mattheo grins back. âI knew weâd be on the same page,â he responds, tugging you towards the doors.
Together, the both of you rush to the main hall just in time to see Harry and Draco getting herded into a lineup of the champions to be paraded into the Great Hall.
âI certainly hope he took Snapeâs dance lessons to heart,â you giggle.
It doesnât take much longer for the rest of your group to join the both of you and soon enough you find yourselves following the flood of students into the newly decorated Great Hall.
It really was spectacular. The house elves clearly had spared no expense with thick, green trees covered in tinsel and ornaments lining the walls. Floating candles cast a warm glow about the room and the floor had the appearance of being covered in freshly fallen snow.
You watch, hiding a laugh, as Draco and Harry move awkwardly around the dance floor, almost colliding with Cedric and Cho on more than one occasion. Salazar help them.
Slowly, other couples begin to join the champions on the dance floor, swirling together in a sea of shimmering color.
âMay I have this dance mâlady?â Mattheo asks with a lopsided grin.
Before you even have the chance to respond however, Mattheo is pulling you onto the dance floor, a look of pure delight across his face. There were very few times you remembered him looking this happy, and it melted your heart.
As the night progressed, Mattheo refused to leave your side, his hand rarely leaving your waist. Really, you hardly left the dance floor either. The few times you were able to escape with Daphne or Pansy to the punch bowl, Mattheo tracked you down shortly after, pulling you right back into his arms.
To say that you were in heaven was an understatement. You had spent hours daydreaming about what it might be like to have Mattheoâs hard-won affection to yourself. And now that you had it, you were practically floating. Which just made it all the more heart wrenching as you anticipated the inevitable. It was as if every move you made, every dance the two of you shared, was done with your hands tied.
People really werenât going to believe your break up if he continued on like this, youâd thought at some point. But you couldnât quite bring yourself to tell him to back off, especially as it grew later. Your time with him was fleeting after all.
âBloody hell, Matt. Give the girl some breathing room,â Pansy exclaims after Mattheo had sought you out for the third time.
Mattheo just gives her a guilty grin before spinning you out onto the dance floor once more.
âI didnât realize you liked dancing this much Matty,â you tease as the two of you away slowly on the floor.
âOh I donât. Just making sure I take full advantage of the night,â he replies, looking intently down at you.
You cock you head to the side.
âWith you as my girl, I mean,â he adds. And before youâre able to put together another cohesive thought, his lips are on yours. In the middle of the dance floor.
Immediately it feels as though the lights had gone out, leaving the two of you alone in the room as you let your eyes flutter shut, focusing on the softness of Mattheoâs lips on yours. They move slowly at first. Carefully. Before quickly growing hungrier, more determined.
You barely register Mattheoâs fingers digging into you as he pulls you closer, and find yourself lost in the gentle sway as everything around you burns to the ground, leaving behind a fire growing steadily in your chest.
And just like that, youâre back in Mattheoâs arms as the water comes rushing in, jerking you back to reality. You stand frozen staring up at Mattheo as couples continue to move around you.
Had that really just happened?
âUm- fresh air. I think.â You stutter out, all but dragging the boy from the dance floor, praying no one had seen or noticed.
Mattheo wordlessly allows you to lead him out to the courtyard entrance before you all but collapse on one of the stone benches, still in shock.
âPlease donât avada me! I didnât think that through entirely.â
âI donât want to break up.â You say in unison.
âWhat was that?â Mattheo asks in surprise.
âNo- hold on. Why in Salazarâs green bed sheets would I want to avada you?â You ask incredulously.
âMore importantly, you donât want to fake breakup?â Mattheo asks with a grin.
âOf course I donât want to break up! Iâve fancied you for years!â You blurt out, slapping a hand over your mouth as soon as the words escape.
Mattheo looks at you with shock.
âNo. Iâve fancied you for years. Why else do you think I refused to take anyone else to the ball?â
âBecause youâre a stubborn arse,â you retort, barely processing the boyâs words.
He liked you?
The two of you stare at each other for another moment, still not fully believing the other as your minds race to put the pieces together.
Itâs Mattheo who acts first, surging to connect your lips once more in a heated frenzy. Itâs addicting really, the feeling of his soft lips against yours. The pull as he brings your bodies closer together. The warmth you can feel radiating off of him.
When you finally pull away this time, Mattheoâs eyes are shining down at you with that familiar intense gaze.
âWeâre a pair of oblivious idiots, arenât we?â You mumble, leaning into the boy.
âWell, you are. I havenât exactly been subtle.â Mattheo replies with a snort, hugging you to his chest.
âDonât be a twat. Youâve had girls fawning over you for years. What was I supposed to make of that?â
âI never looked payed them any mind, love. Think of it this way. Iâll just have years to make up for tonight,â he says with a cheeky smile.
You feel a familiar heat begin to rise in you once more as Mattheo takes hold of your arm, leading the way back to the dungeons.
âOh Iâll hold you to that,â you reply, a mischievous smile making its way to your face.
âWouldnât expect anything less of you, love.â
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Draco: Can you believe it? Like, it doesnât even make sense! At all! Why would he ever do that?
Pansy: Merlin, so Potter asked Cho Chang out for Yule Ball, whatâs the big deal? She didnât even agree! Why are you getting all dramatic about it, Draco?
Draco: Okay, first of all, Iâm half a Malfoy and half a Black, being dramatic is literally in my blood. Second of all, it IS a big deal!
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pairing: draco malfoy x reader
summary: your best friend, draco malfoy, plans a surprise to ask you to the yule ball.
word count: 1.8k
genre: fluff
warnings: none, just soft draco :)
author's note: thank you to the lovely reader who requested this, it's my first request so i really hope i did this justice! also yes, i got a little inspired by that one gilmore girls episode with the 1000 flowers for the proposal lol
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"Mate, I think you're overthinking this."
Blaise Zabini reported his opinion of the matter, but Draco Malfoy barely comprehended a word he had spoken. The only things on his mind were (Y/N) and of course, the bloody Yule Ball.
If he was honest with himself, Draco was at least partially excited for the dance. He knew it was meant to be one of the greatest nights he may ever experience while at Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure if he would. The dance was only a week away and somehow, Draco found himself without a date.
If anything, the Yule Ball was making him nervous.
"I'm not, Zabini!" He spoke quite loudly, then softened his voice as he realized students had looked their way. "This needs to be perfect, alright? This is (Y/N) we're talking about, you know how I feel about her."
Blaise couldn't help but sigh, with a smile on his lips as the two of them walked to their Defense Against the Dark Arts class. It was quite a feat for Malfoy to tell Blaise that he had romantic feelings for his best friend, (Y/N). Blaise knew that Draco dreaded being seen as anything but tough to the world, the fact that a girl had this much control over his emotions spoke volumes.Â
"Exactly my point, Malfoy. She's been your best friend since first year, I doubt she would ever be disappointed or angry with whatever you come up with. Besides, she's just a girl. Just ask her to the ball like how you would ask a girl out on a date."
"Er.. well.." Draco began to speak, the hand that wasn't holding his books scratching the back of his neck. The two of them finally stopped walking besides the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, Blaise's eyes widening as he tried to hide his laughter.
"You're telling me that Draco Malfoy has never been on a date before? Merlin!" His laughter echoed down the chamber, earning him a scoff and a playful shove inside the classroom by Draco. "Sorry, sorry. I just thought that with every other girl in this school begging to be your date to the dance, you would've taken at least one of them on a date." His voice was spoken quietly, careful that the other students wouldn't hear their conversation.
Draco shook his head as the two of them sat down in their seats, pulling out their books and parchment. "No. I've turned them all down. They're just not her, know what I mean?"
"You're down bad, mate." Blaise smirked slightly to himself, whispering the only advice he could really offer his friend. "Listen, girls like being asked out in a personal way. You know the kind of things (Y/N) likes, all you have to do is make it special and she'll be swooning."
"Right." Draco mumbled to himself as Professor Moody began to teach his lesson. However, he certainly wasn't thinking about Defense Against the Dark Arts. Instead, Draco glanced over to where you sat across the room. He knew you better than anyone, yet he had no idea how to ask you to the Yule Ball.
That was when the idea struck him. The new bag you bought last week caught his eyes, he noticed the way the bag had intricate floral designs sewn into it. A memory replayed in Draco's mind. He couldn't help but smile to himself as he wrote on a spare piece of parchment, folding it into a paper crane before sending it your way.
Your hands caught the paper crane, grinning as you knew exactly who it was from. You tried to ignore the way your heart seemed to skip a beat each time you saw one fly towards you. On the piece of parchment, it read:
Meet me at the Astronomy Tower tomorrow morning before breakfast? - D.M.
You lifted his gaze to meet his awaiting gray eyes, your head nodding before turning back to the professor's lesson. Draco did the same, but his mind was already running through a mental checklist on all the supplies he had to get to make his idea come to life.
The next morning, you woke up wondering why in Godric's name you decided to meet up with Draco this early in the morning. The sun was just starting to rise outside the window, and none of your other roommates were even awake. You groaned as quietly as you could, practically tiptoeing around the dorm bedroom to avoid waking everyone else.
As you brushed your hair in the girls' lavatory, you felt the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter around again. You cursed yourself under your breath as you tried your best to focus on your breathing.
Lately, being near Draco Malfoy has always made you more excited than you really ought to be. Of course, he was your best friend so you had always been excited. But now, even one glance at him caused a warmth to glow within your chest. The feeling was a foreign one.
As you walked through the castle towards the Astronomy Tower, that warm feeling in your chest arose again as you caught sight of him. He was pacing near the entrance door, mumbling as if he was rehearsing something. You cleared your throat as you walked towards him, Draco stopping in his tracks.
"(Y/N)." He spoke your name, his lips forming into a soft smile. "Thanks for meeting up with me, I know it's a bit early for you." His tone was playful, he knew you were not much of a morning person.Â
"About that, why so early in the morning, Malfoy?" You gently shoved his shoulder, he only laughed in response. He opened the Astronomy Tower door entrance, his hand indicating for you to step inside first.Â
"You will see."
You walked up the long set of stairs up the tower. You couldn't see the fact that Draco was a nervous wreck behind you, his hands having to wipe themselves on his slacks to remove the sweat from his palms. As much as you hated to wake up this early in the morning, you knew the views up from the tower would be gorgeous. Draco knew that the Astronomy Tower was, quite honestly, your favorite place to admire the landscape.
âOh my..â Your body stopped in its tracks once the two of you reached the highest level of the tower. Your eyes couldnât take in your surroundings fast enough it seemed.
It was as if every surface of the tower was covered in red roses. Somehow, someone must have placed hundreds of roses in vases, scattering them around almost every corner of the room. The light shining into the tower only amplified their beauty, it was as if each petal seemed to come alive as the sun continued to rise.
âD-Did you know these flowers were here?â You stuttered as you started to pace around the room slowly, your fingertips grazing upon almost every petal there was. Their beauty took your breath away.
âI did.â Draco bit his bottom slightly as he watched you, desperate to know your reaction. He couldnât tell if you liked or hated them. âTheyâre for you, actually.â
Your eyes darted from the roses you were admiring to Draco, your body facing his. Although you were truly flattered, the idea of him doing all of this for you made your head spin with so many questions. You knew Draco Malfoy better than he may ever know himself, you had never seen him do anything this nice or extravagant for anyone before.Â
âYou said a couple of weeks ago that you wish spring would come along so you can watch the flowers bloom again. Of course, itâs only December, as we can all see.â Draco answered your question, a slight chuckle falling from his lips as he pointed outside of the tower. More snowflakes began to fall, covering the castle with even more snow.
âSo, I thought to bring the flowers to you. And I only assumed you liked roses, from your bag.â His eyes went from watching the snowflakes outside to your bag that was decorated with tiny red roses around it. Since when did Draco notice something so mundane, like a new tote bag?
âI just.. donât know what to say.â Your voice came out as a whisper. Him decorating the entire Astronomy Tower with roses, just because you said you missed the spring and summer flowers, was entirely insane. You couldnât come up with the words, so all you could do was step forward to hug him tightly.
Within an instant, you felt Dracoâs arms wrap around your waist, his head resting in the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes, smiling softly to himself out of relief and joy. He was relieved and happy that you had liked the surprise, but he knew what he must do, even though it terrified him.
âThatâs not the end of the surprise.â He said as he slowly pulled away from the hug. All of a sudden, it was as the boy became aware of every heightened emotion he was feeling. âBut I must do this properly..â
Your eyebrows raised as you watched him turn around, picking up one of the red roses from their vases. If you werenât convinced you were dreaming at the moment, you would have sworn you saw a small bit of sweat on Dracoâs forehead as he looked towards you.
âI-er..â He took a step forward towards you, any closer and your bodies would have made contact. With a deep breath to calm himself, he handed the rose to you. âWould you want to go to the Yule Ball with me, as more than just a friend?â
Your lips slightly parted as you took the rose from him. You had slowly been falling for your best friend for the past four years, but you had convinced yourself that the Slytherin Prince would never fall for you. For four years, you had thought that he would never settle for you, when every other girl in this school begged for him just to look their way.
Once you realized you had failed to give an answer, you closed your mouth and smiled in his direction. âI would love to, Draco.â You responded, stepping forward once more to close the gap between you two. You pressed your lips softly to his cheek.
When you pulled away, you realized that Dracoâs cheeks were slightly pink as his eyes widened. You couldnât help but laugh slightly at the sight. Draco Malfoy was notorious for being the calm, collected one of the two of you. Seeing him as, essentially, a nervous wreck over you caused that warmth to be felt in your chest again.
âWho would have thought I could make Draco Malfoy this nervous?â You joked, attempting to calm his apparent nerves.
âWho said I was nervous?â He scoffed just as playfully, grabbing a few more roses to hand to you. You took them in your hands, smelling their pleasant aroma as you followed him back down the staircase.
âMalfoy, you were just as red as these roses.â
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Thieving Eyes, Draco Malfoy x Fem. Reader
The Yule Ball has rolled around and Draco wants you to be his date!
A/N: I feel like a little fluff is needed after my last post, so here it is.
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He couldn't help the way you stood out. Or how he could pin point your voice in a loud room. Or the way your eyes met across the room. In passing, in the halls and during meals. There had to be something wrong with him. Maybe you were one with the problem. You weren't even his type, right? He couldn't tell anymore. He'd never even paid you any particular mind until the ball got announced to the student body. Instantly his eyes went to you. Apparently you thought the same way, because when he looked up, your eyes locked. For a split second, it was like everything else just faded out. And all there was left was you. In all your beautiful glory. He was so entranced that he hadn't hear the bell ring, or register the fact that you were packing up your things. It only clicked when you got up and walked out of the classroom. Quickly, he sprung to his feet and scrambled to shove all of his own things into his bag.
He darted out of the classroom and snapped his head to either side, trying to make you out in the flood of students in the corridor. Luckily, you weren't too far away. He spotted you walking with two of your fellow housemates: Pansy and Daphne. He shoves his way through the sea of students, paying no mind to be polite or avoid any non-rough physical contact. It didn't take long for him to catch up the group of girls. He silently began to walk along side Pansy. who was on your left. The topic of the conversation you three, now four, was the ball. "So Y/N," Pansy starts with a somewhat condescending smile "Have you gotten a date?" A sigh of resignation left you as you shook your head. "Not yet, unfortunately. I'm hoping to get asked soon. What about you?" You return the question, shooting Pansy a curious glance. She falters momentarily, not having expected you to quip that back at her.
Though, she recovers quickly with a proud smirk. "No," She gives Draco a smug glance "Though, I'm sure a certain somebody is just wait for the right time. Sentimentals and such" A sneer of disgust falls over Draco's features and he rolls his eyes. "Charmed, Parkinson" He drawls in a sardonic tone. You, on the other hand, hadn't seen his expression and read the interaction between the two completely wrong. A tepid smile formed on your lips and you gave Pansy a nod. A few seconds later, Daphne pipes up about her date with Goyle, and seemed rather happy about it. The conversation continued between the two girls with an occasional remark from Draco. You, however, remained silent. Person by person, you all split up to go to your different classes.
Which, ended up with you by yourself. Or so you thought. Draco then spoke up when it was just the two of you left. "Oi Y/L/N, hold on a minute" He says just as you're about to enter your class. You stop and turn your head to look at him, mild surprise on your features. "Uhm- What's up Malfoy?" You question back as you turned your whole body to face him as well. He hesitates and you quirk an eyebrow at him. A huff of frustration left him and he sneered lightly at himself. "Look, just- Just meet me in the common room after dinner alright?" He snaps before storming off. That left you more confused, but you just brush it off and head into class.
The next couple of classes after that, you had all with Draco. In each and every one you kept catching him looking at you. Staring or shooting a quick glance your way. And every time your eyes met his, he'd let out a bothered scoff and instantly look away. Like you'd done something wrong. Which was odd, but you decided against saying anything to him. Then again during dinner. Except he seemed more irritable now. Giving anyone, especially if it were a guy, the coldest death glare you'd ever seen if they spoke to you. Finally, dinner was over, and now dessert was being served. Though, instead of staying for it like you usually did, you got up and left. The way Draco had been looking at your housemates somewhat irked you the wrong way. And he did say to meet him after dinner. Maybe you were taking that bit a little too literally.
Of course, Draco noticed the second you got up. After a few moments, he followed. You were completely unaware of this fact and ended up going to your dorm room to change out of you school robes into something more comfortable. So, it's a bit if a surprise for you when you come back down to the lounge area to see him sitting there waiting for you. The moment you come into his field of vision he sprung to his feet. And very awkwardly cleared his throat. "You wanted to talk to me Malfoy?" As you speak his eyes flicker around the room to double check the two of you were alone. And you were. He gives a small yet firm nod. "Yeah. I did. I wanted to ask you something." Your eyebrows raise slightly. "Oh? Okay, by all means. Shoot" He hesitates, the same way he did in the afternoon. He balls up his fists and puffs out a breath in frustration. This really shouldn't be all that hard for him. But it is. It really is.
After a deep breath, he manages to pull himself together enough to speak. "Will you be my date to the ball, Y/N?" That wasn't at all what you were expecting. Was he serious? Your eyes widen enough to practically pop out of socket. You choke on any words that threaten yo leave your throat. Heat had very quickly and very prominently rose to your cheeks. Bright red like a ripe tomato. "I-I.. Are you serious?" He didn't like that response. Not by a long shot. A look of offense and anger contorted his features and yet another scoff came from his parted lips. "What? Yes I'm bloody serious! What kind of twat do you take me for?" That wasn't a very good reaction. Panic set in and you threw your hands up in surrender. "No no! That's not what I meant! I was just- Surprised! Is all, but yes! Yes I'll be your date, I'd love.. to be your date"
He rolls he eyes and mutters out what sounded like a 'good'. You both stand there a bit awkwardly for a while before he speaks up again. "The night of the ball, meet me at the bottom of the staircase to the dorms. Got it?" You nod, but as you do, he's already storming off. The last bits if disbelief finally wear off and a huge grin spread across your lips. Draco Malfoy, the boy to get, just asked you to be your date! You squeal happily and jump up and down a few times. This was incredible!
The night of the ball arrived faster than anticipated. To say your nerves were fried would be a vast understatement. You'd gotten the most gorgeous dress from one of the shops in Hogesmead that you could find. Though now, standing in front of the mirror with it on felt insulting. What if Draco didn't like it? Or if the color was ugly to everyone else? A million anxieties ran through your mind all at once. Still, it was too late back out now. With a deep breath and a slightly heavy heart, you left your dorm room. Your walk to the main area of the common room was that of a deserted one. There wasn't a single other person around. Probably because they were all the ball already. When you reach the stop of the staircase, Draco's there standing at the bottom of it. Looking rather impatient, actually. That was until he saw you at the top of the stairs. All of that irritation instantly faded.
His grey eyes widen and his jaw slightly slack. A small smile formed on your face. You took your time going down the staircase. Half from fear of how stable your heels were, half wanting to give him a little show. That same awe-struck look remained on his face, his eyes not leaving you once as you came down. "So, how do I look?" You broke the silence as he took your hand to held you down the last few steps. It took him a few seconds to register what you said. He awkwardly cleared his throat, pulling his hand from yours. "Beautiful. Stunning, really" You nod, your smile only growing. "You too. I mean- Handsome. Yeah. Sorry" He scoffs softly, shaking his head with a little smirk. "Right. Let's go now, yeah? Before we're late"
"Oh! Right, yeah" And with that he held out his arm for you to link with your own. Which, you did. The walk to the Great Hall was mostly silent. Just like in class a few days ago, he kept stealing glances at you. Though his eyes weren't sharp. They were softer than last time. As if he were admiring you. And he was. When you two arrived at the hall, it was packed. It was unbelievably beautiful. You look at Draco with a wide smile and squeeze his arm excitedly. Meanwhile, he's trying to act unimpressed. Per usual. After the competitors have their special dance everyone started to join in. You and Draco included. He gives you a teasing eyebrow raise as he lifts you up and spins you. He was a good dancer. You? You weren't bad, but he definitely had a lot pratice. The waltz was fun, and romantic almost. The way he looked at you was the best part.
With a wide smile and adoring eyes. As adoring as they got when it came to him, anyway. When the first dance was said and done, the music was then taken over by a band. A happy squeal left you as the more energetic music started and you take Draco's hand while you dance. This initially shocked him, but it wore off as quickly as it came. He started to dance with you and a few of your friends and/or housemates. The two of you were inseparable for most of the night. There was a few exceptions of course, like then Pansy dragged you off to the lavatory with her, or when he went off to prank some kids from other houses with Crabbe and Goyle. Though, eventually the night have to come to an end. Come the last song of the ball, there was hardly any kids left in the Great Hall. The final song was a slow one. And of course, you'd dragged Draco back out to the floor for it.
He complained that he was tired, but put up no real fight other than that. His hands went to your hips, and your arms encircle his neck. A slow dance for a slow song. The two of you gently sway together, just staring at each other. "Hi." You say in a softer voice with a smile, a hint of a giggle escaping your throat. He quirked an eyebrow, "Hi?" He repeats in a mocking tone. "Yeah. Hi" You grin. He rolls his eyes at you. You two make some small talk about nothing in particular throughout the song. Until it ends, and the two of you stop. When you go to pull away, he doesn't let go. You furrow your brows at him, to which he responds: "Happy Christmas, Y/N."
And with that, he kissed you.
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Small talk with Viktor at the Yule Ball
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Part 1
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Silence, thatâs all you and your friends sat in after you confessed your feelings for a certain Slytherin. Hermione wasnât surprised at your feelings just shocked you said it out loud and around Harry and Ron. The latter let out a gasp and told Harry to pinch him to make sure he wasnât dreaming which he did and Ron responded with âI didnât actually mean it!â
Harry just remained sat at the couch with a unreadable expression on his face but it slowly turned into a smile, just a small one which he hasnât done a whole lot these days. Well at least Harry and Hermione was fine with it. You couldnât tell with Ron at this point because he was just confused with all the information.
They all sat in a circle around you listening to what you told them about how Draco confronted you in the hall, and how you simply ran away from him.
Thankfully the common room was empty since everyone was either asleep or doing a potions essay. Shivering at the thought of the essay due in a couple of days that you havenât started on.
âWell why didnât you just tell him that you fancied him?â The weasley asked like it was the simplest thing in the world.
Harry shook his head at his bestfriends words while you and Hermione just rolled your eyes. Godric you loved Ron as a friend but he really couldnât read a room for his life.
âWell Ronald if you must know he told me in Hogsmeade that he asked damn Pansy Parkinson to the Ball.â
That was news to your friends, this time it was Hermioneâs turn to gasp at your words while Ron and Harry jaws had practically dropped to the floor.
They werenât stupid by no means, it was obvious something happened with you and Draco but none of them would guess something like that couldâve done it.
âLetâs just talk about it tomorrow, yeah?â
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The conversation did not continue into the next day, a week had pass and it was now the day of the Yule Ball. Obviously you avoided Draco, you could feel him staring at you in the Great hall, in classes, the hallways, everything.
He of course tried to talk to you but thankfully one of your friends were always by your side, one time even the Weasley twins stared him down to get him away from you.
Although you were thankful about your friends being protective, you wished that you could just take a stroll around the school without being followed.
As of now you were sitting in the common room with Harry and Ron, the two boys were talking about dates for the Yule ball while you were writing a letter to Narcissa Malfoy.
It seemed as though Draco didnât inform her about you ignoring him, since his mother seemed very happy in her letter saying how she wants you to come over during the summer holiday for a week.
Narcissa was a very kind woman and a wonderful mother to her son even if he was a brat sometimes to people. She would be devastated if she found out Dracoâs only true friend was purposely ignoring him about a stupid ball.
You decided to simply face Draco, standinf up from the floor just to be asked, âY/N can you go to the ball with me, Iâm only asking because I need one. Just as friends though.â
The boy who lived asked you to the Yule ball. As friends but still. You expected to be standing in the corner watching your friends dance with each other and Draco dancing with Pansy.
But now? Now you can go with one of your best friends and simply enjoy with others although it wouldnât be as fun if you could dance with Draco. But not everything works out fine.
âYeah Harry thatâs fine.â You could tell by his shoulders going down some to signal that he was less stressed by the pressure of having to find a date, even if it was just a friend. Harry of course wouldâve preferred to go with Cho Chang but just like you not everything works out fine.
Ron groaned in his hands, âBlimey iâm the only one that doesnât have a date in the whole school ainât I?â
Laughing at Ronâs words, even though he shot a deadly look at you. Harry just rolled his eyes at his friend and thanked you for going with him last minute.
Nodding at his gratitude before sitting back down to finish your homework. It was really last minute since the ball was tomorrow. Which meant Christmas was tomorrow.
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Waking up to the sound of Lavender squealing about how it was Christmas and the Yule ball. Rolling your eyes at her voice.
Walking down to the common room to see your friends already sitting waiting for you. âHappy christmas.â You grumbled rubbing your eyes.
Opening up your presents, A couple muggle books for Hermione that she heard you talking about, Ron gave you a chess board claiming that âit can finally help you beat me.â Harry got you some new quills since you were running low on them.
Opening up one last gift you already knew who it was that gave it to you. He still cared enough to give you a Christmas gift. Unwrapping the small gift to see a small box which opened.
Opening it up to see a necklace with a small black swan it. Just like how he said his ornament was going to be. You hadnât looked at the trees at all so you had no idea if he did stick to his end of the deal, you did though.
Putting the necklace on and it felt right at home like itâs been there ever since you were born. Maybe you should try to talk to Draco tonight at the ball.
Hermione pulled you up to the dorm to get ready for the ball. Although you werenât all that nervous but Hermione was rambling about how she hopes she doesnât embarrass herself in front of Viktor and everyone during the opening dance of the champions.
Now your stomach was doing flips, you completely forgot about having to dance with Harry in front of everybody. You werenât nervous about dancing with him, just hoping that you wouldnât end up tripping and falling in front of everyone.
You assured Hermione that everything would be fine with Viktor and how great they would be tonight together.
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Doing the last finishing touches on yourself, your hair was now done, along with your makeup. Hermione left just a few minutes ago. Realizing that you were running out of time and quickly put on your dress.
Harry told you that he was wearing simple black robes so the color of your dress didnât have to match with his thankfully. You had chosen a simple long green dress. Making sure that you still wore your necklace you received this morning.
Walking out of the Gryffindor common room and down the steps to where mostly everyone was waiting to go. The hall erupted into whispers with everyone gasping and pointing up at you.
You saw Harry standing with the other champions by the doors which were starting to open. You locked eyes with a pair of grey ones. Bloody hell did Draco look nice tonight.
Putting on a normal face while walking by him. Feeling him pull your arm towards him and him leaning down to whisper in your ear. âYou shouldâve been here tonight with me. Not potter, not that damn Steven Bottom either.â He whispered with no remorse in his voice. It was all in a demanding type of way.
Swallowing nothing in your mouth before walking away and up to Harry. You could feel the blood rush up to your face. âWhat did Malfoy want?â
âIâll um tell you later.â
Nodding at your response. After a short while everyone was in the great hall and it was time for the Champions to come in.
Now you were on the dance floor with Harry and the other Champions. Looking over at Hermione to see her smiling at Viktor. You saw Ron standing next to Padma looking like he would rather get bit by Sirius in his dog form again.
You felt someone staring holes into the back of your head. You didnât even need to turn around to know that it was a Malfoy.
The music started playing, you and Harry started dancing together. It was just two friends dancing together. The opening dance didnât take long thankfully and Harry excused himself to talk to Ron.
Nodding at him while deciding to go talk to a few of your other friends. Stopping by Fred, George and Angelina to talk with them.
Walking over to the trees which were decorated. You were informed that the professors decided what was the best ornaments and they would be hung up. Right dead in the center of the biggest tree was a Black swan right next to a White one.
So he did stick to his end of the deal. Smiling softly at the thought of Draco. Interrupting your thoughts was a cough next to you. It was Draco you recognized it immediately, since it was his fake one which he used to get your attention in class.
âThey make quite a good match dont they?â He said more like a statement than question. Nodding at him, what he said earlier in the hall still hadnât left your mind. Thatâs all you could think about.
âI mean what I said earlier, I shouldnât have been such an idiot about not asking you to the ball. Iâve fancied you since second year and I have no clue why I havenât done anything about it.â Taking a deep breath at his words before going on, âIt made me feel some type of way when you said Bottom was practically asking you to this and when I saw you with damn Potter. It just wasnât right. You should be my date right now.â
Taken aback by Draco Malfoy basically love confession to you. Taking a glance at him to see he was staring right at you waiting for your response. âYour a bloody idiot you know that right? You're lucky I fancy you to.â
He seemed visibly relieved by your words. He took a step closer to you, closing the distance âSo you wouldnât be bothered if I did this then?â
Letting out a weak no to his question before he leaned down and connected your lips with his. It was pure bliss, nothing youâve ever felt before with a person.
Breaking the kiss between you two, the slytherin stood up straight.
âI believe you owe me a dance.â
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OBSESSION. tom riddle x fem! reader.
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IN WHICH⊠Tom Riddle is partnered with a Gryffindor for potions. He expects them to crush every assignment sent their way, but what he doesnât expect is him falling in love.
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Warning/s: Not proof-read, Grammar mistakes
A/N: I disappeared for a while, but Iâm back now, lol. With Harry Potter oneshots. I have so many in my drafts that I hope to publish soon.
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âThese are your potion partners. You will work with them for the rest of the year. And no, you cannot change.â
Half of the class erupted into groans but Slughorn ignored them. Slytherins and Gryffindors were paired together, one boy and one girl.
Slughorn had purposely paired up Tom Riddle, the cold Slytherin heartthrob, and Y/N L/N, the intelligent Gryffindor beauty, together. He saw their potential together considering both students were academic geniuses.
âA Skele Gro potion? Seriously?â Y/N scoffed, rolling her eyes. It was one of the easiest potions to make and this was an advanced class.
âSlughorn probably gave the class an easy potion since he partnered us up with people we basically hate.â Tom retorted, staring at the old potions book.
âYou hate me?â
âYou are a Gryffindor, after all.â
âHow original.â
For the remainder of the class, the two were quiet. There were a few words exchanged but not many.
âPass the scarab beetle.â
âGive me the puffer fish.â
As Tom was busy mixing the potion, Y/N took this as her chance to glance at him. She couldnât deny that he was attractive with his curled brown hair and high cheekbones.
She soon went back to scribbling a few notes in her textbook, the black ink staining the side of her hand (something she didnât notice). She wiped the side of her cheek, unknowingly smearing the ink onto her face.
Tom gaze wandered from the simple potion to Y/N, who was leaning over the desk, quill in hand. He looked at the ink on her face, almost smiling in amusement.
âL/N,â He uttered. She turned her head to look at him in confusion, wondering why he had mumbled her name. âYou have something on your face.â
She reached up a hand, touching the wrong side of her face.
âOther side- You know what, never mind.â Tom licked his lips and shook his head. He beckoned Y/N forward and with a pinch of hesitation, she stood up.
Tom pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped her cheek, strangely fascinated by the way the ink didnât stain her face as it did with her hand.
She stared into his dark brown eyes, leaving Tom stunned. Most students, even the girls obsessed with him, were always scared of Tom. But Y/N purely gazed at him, unfazed.
âThank you.â She slowly said, her lips curving into a small smile.
Tom was silent for a moment before he cleared his throat and nodded. âNo problem.â
The pair went silent again and when class was dismissed, Y/N shoved all of her things into her bag and fled the room.
Tom took his time in packing up. He picked up a thick leather journal that he didnât remember owning and when he flipped thorough the messy pages, he realized it wasnât his.
Every page of Y/Nâs book was different. Some notes were messy while others were unbelievably neat.
Tom gently put the book in his bag and hurried out of the classroom to see if he could find Y/N. But she had moved too fast and was nowhere to be seen.
âTom, why do you look so worried?â Avery came up behind the brunette prefect, slinging a pale arm around Tomâs shoulder.
âY/N L/N, what do you know about her?â Tom asked.
âWhat? The Gryffindor girl with the fan club?â
Y/N was, to put it lightly, popular with the Hogwarts students. Not just the boys, in fact. Girls liked her too, both platonically and romantically. Hence her little fan club.
âYes. What do you know about her?â
âNot a lot. Sheâs a Gryffindor, obviously. Comes from a wealthy Mudbloodâ- Avery froze as soon as Tom sent him a stern glare. âMuggle family.â He quickly corrected himself. âSheâs smart, pretty, and people like her. Sheâs, uh, popular and acts as a stand-in for the Quidditch team because, despite liking the sport, she doesn't have enough time to play it regularly."
"Find out anything else about Y/N. And figure out her preferable type when it comes to romantic partners." Tom said, waving Avery off. The blond left, leaving Tom alone to tend to his thoughts.
The sound of heels clicking against the stoned floor filled the silent hallway and a shoulder banged into Tom's.
"Ah! Sorry!" Y/N called out, not realizing who it was.
Tom quickly reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her back. With a loud gasp of surprise, Y/N harshly crashed into his chest, almost knocking the air out of Tom's lungs.
Tom paused, inhaling the sweet scent of Y/N's floral perfume. "You left your notebook in the classroom. Here." The brunette boy handed Y/N her leather book, their fingers brushing against each other. She gripped her notes tightly, almost as if she was afraid of losing them again.
"Thank you." She muttered, her knuckles turning white. She looked like she wanted to say more but she didn't. She only nodded and ran off.
Tom let out a loud sigh, the brief feeling of Y/N's skin against his imprinted in his mind.
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"My lord," Avery strode up to Tom, a few pages in his hands. "I, uh, made a list about... you know." He whispered the last part and handed Tom the list.
"Thank you. You may go." Tom looked around to see if anybody was paying attention to him before he flipped through Avery's messy handwriting.
Y/N L/N, muggle-born. Gryffindor. Enjoys studying in the library with her friends and loves (your favourite drink). Her best subject is defence against the dark arts and potions.
Her ideal type wasn't easy to figure out, but I managed to question a lot of her friends without raising suspicion. Her ideal type is people taller than her, and she really seems to like scholars over sporty people. Honestly, there's a lot of grey area so her type could be anyone.
Tom folded the notes and shoved them into his pocket. He cleared his throat, nodding in satisfaction. His first class of the day was potions, and he felt a weird feeling in his chest. It was almost like it⊠jumped.
Tom could feel his pulse speed up as he got closer to the potions classroom and he momentarily paused to feel it. âStrange.â He muttered under his breath. He must be sick because this had never happened.
Nevertheless, he continued on his way. He was early but there were already a few students inside, one being Y/N. She was sitting at her and Tomâs desk but was speaking to a Gryffindor behind her.
They immediately went silent, though, when Tom approached them. Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line as the awkward silence settled over the room.
Tom cracked open his potions book, his eyes scanning over random words. He could feel Y/N staring at him and when he glanced at her, she hurriedly looked away, her cheeks flushing red.
Tom held back a snicker. âAre you excited for the Yule ball?â Tom unexpectedly asked. He wasnât one to be phased by silence, but Y/N looked uncomfortable by it.
âPardon me?â
âThe Yule ball. Are you excited? Surely you must be.â
âOh, um, yes. What about you?â
âIâd rather skip it. But being a prefect, I have to be there.â Tom didnât care for social events. He hated most of them and found them rather pointless. He had never liked the Yule ball in the first place.
âHave you got a date?â Y/N questioned, fiddling with her quill.
âNo. Why do you ask?â
âIâm just curious. How is it that someone like you doesnât have a date? Girls are crazy for you.â Y/N turned her head to look at Tom, which was probably the first time she had done so since he caught her staring.
âIâm not interested in them. They arenât what Iâm looking for.â
âWell, you have plenty time to find a date, if you want one.â
Tom silently nodded, opening his mouth and then closing it. âYouâre on the Yule ball committee, are you not?â He asked after a hint of hesitation.
âI am. Iâve been so busy planning it that I havenât thought about the event itself. I donât even know what colour my dress will be.â
â(Favorite colour.â Tom immediately replied, taking Y/N by surprise. â(Favorite colour) would suit you.â
Y/N briefly smiled. âIâll make sure to keep that in mind.â
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As the days passed by, Y/N haunted Tomâs mind like a ghost haunting a dark house. He couldnât get her out of his mind, no matter what he tried. He had even gone as far as making out with a fellow Slytherin to try and erase Y/N from his mind.
But all he could do was imagine it was Y/N who was desperately kissing him, smearing lipstick marks all over his white collar and drowning him in her sweet perfume.
Tom had gotten little to no sleep for the past week, a certain Gryffindor etched into his brain. The dark circles under his eyes had grown, a sign that he hadnât been resting well.
âRiddle, are you okay?â Y/Nâs voice snapped the brunette Slytherin back to reality. He realised that his head was leaning against his desk and his neck ached. He sat up, looking around the empty classroom. âYou, uh, fell asleep.â Y/N explained, âSlughorn let you sleep since you seemed so tired.â
âAh.â Tom thickly swallowed and cleared his throat. âIâm fine. Thank you.â He waved his hand, trying to dismiss Y/N like he would dismiss Avery but she didnât leave.
âAre you sure? Slughorn told me to tell you that if you ever need more sleep, you can ask him for a potion.â
Tom stood up, a little wobbly. He picked up his stuff and placed a heavy hand on Y/Nâs shoulder. âIâm fine.â He repeated. His hand lingered for a moment too long on Y/N before he lifted it and walked off, slightly unstable.
Y/N watched him leave, her lips parted and her eyebrows furrowed with concern. She recalled how peaceful Tom looked in his sleep, the completely opposite of what he looked like right now. He looked so⊠rough.
Y/N could faintly remember the feeling of Tomâs hand on her shoulder and she began to wonder how his cold hands would feel on her waist. Shocked by her own thoughts, Y/N violently shook her head.
Tom was attractive but he didnât like anyone. Not romantically and not platonically. And Y/N would be the last person heâd date, with her being both a Gryffindor and Muggleborn.
Just as Y/N was about to leave, she spotted a slip of paper on Tomâs desk. Curiosity got the best of her and she hurriedly opened it. The paper looked like it had been quickly torn out of a notebook.
Light of my life. Fire of my loins. I canât get her out of my head, just like how Humbert couldnât stop thinking about Dolores. Perhaps Lolita is not the best reference to make buy nevertheless. This is not supposed to be happening, not now and not ever. I cannot love and yet here I am, undoubtedly and inexplicably in love with her.
It was Tomâs handwriting, Y/N was sure of it. She felt confused when her heart sank after reading the contents and not seeing her name. She had been thinking about Tom Riddle ever since they got paired up and she was starting to wonder the same question her friends were asking: Did Y/N L/N fancy Tom Riddle?
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Potions couldnât come fast enough. Tom and Y/N were the first ones to enter the room. They seemed to have the same idea and try to be as early as possible to get a glimpse of their potions partner before class started.
âWhatâs the theme for the Yule ball?â Tom inquired.
âItâs the same as it always is.â Y/N replied, âSnow.â
âHow original.â
âI wish theyâd spice it up a little. But the ball committee isnât on charge of the them, just the planning and decorating.â
âStill no date?â
âIâve had a few offers but⊠not my type. You?â
âNo.â
âAt this rate, it seems like youâll never get a date.â Y/N joked but her smile faded when she saw Tomâs unamused face. âSay,â She said, suddenly remembering what she had found a few days ago, âDo you like anyone?â
âItâs impossible for me to like someone.â
âI know⊠but if you could, who would you like?â Y/N stared at Tom, anxiously awaiting his answer.
He took his sweet time in thinking. So long that Y/N was sure he wasnât even going to give her a proper answer.
âItâs hard to say who when I donât feel anything.â Tom lied through his teeth. The girl he was interested in was right in front of him.
âI see. No pressure to answer then.â
âBut if I had to describe someone Iâd like, if I could feel anything, Iâd want her to be kind and caring. The opposite of me to balance it out.â
Y/N could feel anxiety course through her veins as she parted her lips to make a reference she probably shouldnât have. âWould she be the light of your life and the fire of your loins?â
Tom tried to hide his small amount of panic with a chuckle. âA strange reference, huh? Why Lolita?â
âI just think itâs strange how some people canât stop thinking about their crushes⊠like how Humbert was always thinking of Lolita.â Y/N watched Tomâs face for any form of reaction, but he had none.
âHow did you find it?â Tom quickly questioned, turning on his wooden chair. âThe letter? How did you find it?â
âYou left it on your desk. Just tell me who the girl is, I want to know. Iâll even help you ask her out.â
âI do not need your help.â Tom seethed, âAnd do not mention a word of this to anyone else. We will discuss this after class.â
Perhaps Y/N should have kept her mouth shut. If she did, she wouldnât have found herself locked in a dingy old basement with Tom Riddle.
Iâm going to die, she thought to herself.
âRiddle, I promise I will not mention this to anybody. I swear! You donât have to kill me! I wonât say anything!â
âIâm not going to kill you, L/N. What do you take me for? A savage?â
Y/N wanted to mention the time where Tom had beaten up a Hufflepuff for accidentally taking his book, but she forced herself not to say anything.
âYou want to know who the girl is?â Tom asked. Y/N silently nodded. She subconsciously stepped back as he slowly walked towards her. This pattern continued until Y/Nâs back hit a stone wall and she stiffened.
Tom was standing right in front of her, looming over her with that stern stare he always had.
âThe girl that I am so infatuated with, to put it lightly, is you.â
Y/N blinked once, and then twice. Then she burst into laughter. âAre you messing with me, Riddle? Is this a joke? Come on, be serious.â
âIâm not the one who should be serious here.â Tom responded, reaching out a hand to tuck a piece of Y/Nâs hair away.
âWait, so youâre not joking?â Y/N asked, raising her eyebrows. She couldnât ignore the little jump her heart did.
âIf I was joking, I wouldnât be willing to do this.â Tom had to lean down to press his lips against Y/Nâs. She jumped and, on instinct, pulled away and slapped Tom.
She froze, her mind processing what she had just done. Then she panicked. "My gosh, Riddle, I am so sorry! I didn't mean to slap you! Are you... okay?" That was a stupid question to ask, considering how red Tom's cheek was right now.
"Fine." He answered even though his face was stinging.
"I didn't mean to slap you. You just caught me by surprise. Sorry... again." Y/N cringed, staring at Tom's reddening cheek. "Say... do you happen to know what loins actually means, Riddle?â
âNo. I only used it as a pitiful reference.â
âIt's your, uh..." Y/N paused, "Humbert was basically saying that Dolores got him... aroused.â Y/N had expected him to know what it meant, Tom being an academic and all.
âOh⊠well, I can assure you that I am not a pedo and nothing like Humbert.â Tom sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. âI am sorry I kissed you without warning. You are free to go. Just⊠not a word.â
Tom turned around and even though Y/N wanted to call out his name, she simply stared at him before nodding and walking off.
Tom, who was hoping Y/N would stay, pressed his lips into a thin line. He thickly swallowed, waiting a few minutes to see if Y/N would return. When she didnât, he could only nod in acceptance.
Love was never meant for some people, and perhaps Tom was in that category.
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Y/N sat in her dorm room, sitting on the edge of her bed. She clasped her hands together, deep in thought.
âA penny for your thoughts?â Liza, a fellow Gryffindor, bounced up to Y/N. She was one of her dorm mates, and a close friend.
âAre you sure you want to hear it?â Y/N quietly muttered, sheepishly smiling.
âShoot. I have nothing better to do.â
âRiddle, uh⊠heâŠâ Y/N struggled to finish her sentence. She could still feel his lips against herâs and for some reason⊠she liked it.
âWhat did he do? Did he- No. I knew he was rotten apple! That is unacceptable!â Liza assumed the worst.
âNo! No! He didnât. He⊠kissed me.â
Lizaâs eyebrows rose in shock. She opened her mouth, then closed it. âRiddle⊠kissed you? Like⊠actually kissed you? No offence. He just doesnât seem like the type⊠to be interested in relationships.â Lizaâs gaze fell upon Y/Nâs solemn face. âBut, uh, how are you feeling? Thatâs the most important thing.â
âThatâs the problem⊠Iâm not too sure. I⊠liked it? But, it feels wrong. I mean, Riddle is⊠heâs untouchable. Heâs the head boy, heâs smart and charming and loved. And Iâm⊠just me.â
Liza grabbed Y/Nâs hands, holding onto them tightly. âYou are not just you. You are a top student at Hogwarts. A role model to younger kids. A great candidate for head girl. You are amazing and talented and skilled. You are Y/N L/N.â Liza furrowed her eyebrows as she spoke with such passion.
Y/N teared up at her friendâs kind words. Liza softly smiled and wiped away a stray tear.
âY/N, do you like Tom Riddle?â
âIâm⊠not sure.â
âThat isnât an answer. Do you like Tom Riddle?â
âI do.â
Liza grabbed Y/N by the shoulders, tightly gripping them. âThen listen to me, Y/N. You are going to march up to Riddle and you are going to ask that boy out if itâs the last thing you do! And he will accept your offer because he is lucky to even stand so close to you! Do you understand?!â
Lizaâs enthusiastic behavior on this matter made Y/N laugh. âOkay, okay. What do I have to do?â
Liza smirked, standing up straight and flicking her raven black hair over her shoulder.
âLeave it to me.â
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Y/N felt a little foolish as she stood in the crowded hallway, a huge bouquet of flowers in one hand and heart-shaped letter in the other. Liza stood behind Y/N, keeping a lookout for Tom Riddle.
âIs this necessary?â Y/N muttered, gulping as people stared at her when they passed by.
âAbsolutely. Come on, I see him.â Liza pushed Y/N forward. Her heart was beating like crazy in her chest. Her knees wobbled like jelly and she found it hard to stand properly.
âLiz,â Y/N whispered, hyperventilating. âLiz. I canât do this.â
âNo. Come on. Y/N, I believe in you. Letâs go.â
Y/N shakily stepped forward. She locked eyes with Riddle, who stared at her in confusion. His eyes flickered to the flowers and the letter, and he tilted his head to the side.
âI can do this.â Y/N muttered to herself.
âYou can do this.â Liza echoed.
âIâm a Gryffindor. Iâm brave. Iâm loyal. Iâm courageous. Iâm Y/N L/N.â Y/N took a deep breathe before she quickly walked towards Tom.
The sea of students parted for her. They whispered and muttered, wondering what Tomâs answer would be. He was infamous for not caring about other people and, to them, Y/N was just another girl who thought she could change him.
âY/N.â Tom uttered. That was the first time he had called her by her first name, which said something. Tomâs group that had been accompanying him stepped back, pushing and shoving each other and quietly laughing.
âTom.â Y/N greeted him back.
âDid you finally say yes to someone asking you out to the Yule Ball?â Tom questioned, reaching out a hand to look at the beautiful flowers. âHe has nice choice in flowers.â
âActually,â Y/N said, stepped closer to the tall brunette, âIâm not the one who has to say yes. But, Iâm hoping the person Iâm asking will.â
Tom arched an eyebrow, confused and left in the dark.
âTom Riddle, being your potions partner has been⊠interesting. Itâs been chaotic, which is my favorite kind of fun. You are⊠amazing, and smart, and a great companion. So, Tom Riddle, despite me being a Gryffindor, will you make me so happy and go to the Yule Ball with me?â
âThis is such a Gryffindor thing to do; the girl asking the boy out.â Tom plucked a flower from the bouquet, slightly grinning, âY/N L/N, you are one amazing girl. I would be honored to be your date.â
Tom slowly tilted Y/Nâs chin up and smiled.
âThatâs⊠a yes, right?â
âItâs a yes.â
Malfoy practically tackled Tom. âMy friend has a date! Tom finally has a date!â
The hallway burst into cheers and claps. Liza was especially happy. She bounced up to Y/N, hugging her tightly. Other people approached Y/N, joyfully congratulating her and patting her back. Her cheeks ached from smiling so much, but the adrenaline blocked out her pain.
Tom glanced at Y/N, pausing. He adored that glint in her eyes and he hoped it would be there for a long time to come.
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Trashcan successfully living as Human Woman thinks itâs a shame her deep obsession with Yule Ball Dramione fics in the mid noughties was never studied. Huge waste to scientific community. We speak to experts at 9.
Reblogs yay! Reposts nay!
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peripeteia ~ chapter fourteen ă»â„ă»
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The feel of him against her set wildfires ablaze; a thrilling, torturous burn that was sure to leave nothing but ashes. Cheek pressed against his robes, she could feel the thud of his heart; another implicit biological process, yet a surprising reminder of just how human he was. Her senses were overwhelmed by the feel and the scent of him: something woody and warm and dreadfully intoxicating. Stunned, Hermione counted several more of his heartbeats, each one coming quicker than the last, before her mind ticked back to life and she pulled away.
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đ Pansy Parkinson at the Yule Ball đ Did someone say PINK? While drawing this, a pink demon possessed me and went crazy. I decided to go slightly crazy with these designs, pushing my limits a little. For most Yule Ball looks, I try to work with the most striking features of the character and create a dress that enhances or complements it. Like the wide necklines for Hermione or the accentuated waist for Lavender. However, when I think of Pansy's character in the books, I feel she's always overcompensating, exaggerating, laughing too loud, and putting herself in people's faces. So, for her dress, I wanted to hide her best features. Make her drown in her dress, in the extravagance of it. She's trying to get noticed and in doing so, makes a bit of a spectacle of herself. I'm extremely curious about your thoughts on this approach :) Feel free to comment on what your favourites are. Also, shoutout to @thatslytherinbitch54 for asking me to hurry up and draw Pansy in her Yule Ball gown already :) (Just teasing, I'm always open to requests, so feel free to make them.)
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