#goyle-slyther-in

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shotgun rider | chapter 2

Like the rest of the Great Hall, Blaise watched as Harry made his way to the stool where the sorting hat sat.

McGonagall, a tall severe severe-looking witch, dropped the hat onto Harry’s head. The hall went quiet. The type of quiet where even breathing felt too loud.

Blaise crossed his fingers. Not Slytherin. Not Slytherin. Anywhere but Slyther--

“GRYFFINDOR!” the hat shouted to the entire hall.

Blaise twitched as the whole of Gryffindor let out a single thunderous roar of approval. Harry’s sorting brought out the loudest cheer by far. Thank Merlin—Blaise’s galloping heart calmed. Harry was a Gryffindor.

Look, Harry’s half Weasley. Blaise watched the string of redheads orbit Harry. The youngest Weasley squeezed next to Harry in minutes completing the set. Harry would forget about him by night’s end.

And then, it was his turn. Blaise felt the barest touch of the worn felt on his braids before the old thing was screeching Slytherin. As long as it wasn’t Gryffindor, Blaise was pleased.

When he joined the Slytherin table, the Headmaster got to his feet.

“Welcome,” Albus Dumbledore said. “Welcome to the new year at Hogwarts. Before we begin our banquet, I would like to say a few words. And here they are: Nitwit! Blubber! Oddment. Tweak!”

“Thank you!”

Dumbledore sat down. The Slytherins politely clapped.

“Dumbledore knows gobbledygook?” Blaise asked. It was a notoriously difficult language.

“Well. He is Dumbledore,” an older year with a milk complexion as if that explained everything. “I heard he also knows Mermish.”

That didn’t surprise Blaise. He could very well imagine his floral robe-wearing Headmaster caterwauling and screeching with the best of them.

“Mad,” Blaise said.

The older year gave him a rueful curved smile.

All thoughts of their eccentric Headmaster fled with the appearance of food. English food appeared on the gleaming serving plates: roast beef, lamb chops, pork chops, roast potatoes, chips, etc. There was enough for seconds, thirds, and fourths if one was feeling particularly gluttonous.

Blaise thought of arancini.

When Mamma was around she cooked his favorites. He thought of last night and himself seated at her right side. Her dark skin glowed like the best of Tahitian pearls and her golden hoop earrings caught the fireplace light. He had gorged himself on her arancini hoping to keep a part of her with him when he went away.

Blaise shook his head. He piled his plate with fried fish and chips. With a dash of vinegar, it wasn’t the worst thing he had ever tasted.

Blaise nibbled on a chip. He looked over at the Gryffindor table and saw the curly-haired ghost from earlier with his head pulled to the side hanging on by a sliver of ghostly skin and marrow. Nearly Headless Nick, Blaise abruptly remembered. How had Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington become nearly headless again?

His stare moved from jolly old Nicholas to Harry beside him. His moss-green eyes were curved and he was smiling and talking and laughing.

Blaise swallowed. He turned and focused on Malfoy prattling away doing his best to ignore their House lar—the horrific Bloody Baron—haunting his shoulder.

“— yes. Cousin Livia goes to Ilvermorny. It’s the premier school in America but Hogwarts is the best wizarding school in the world,” Malfoy said.

Blaise held back a snort. That was categorically untrue. The best schools were in Alexandria and Shanghai. But Malfoy was no more likely to be admitted than Blaise had of being a dementor. Blaise ate another chip.

“There was never a question about my attendance even if Father is worried about the rise of riffraff. Father will be talking to the education board, of course.”

Of course. With the last two wars, the crown jewel of wixen British society – the Blacks – dwindled into a nearly defunct House. In their place stepped in the Malfoys and so had many lesser House like Nott, Parkinson, Bulstrode, Flint, Crabbe, and Goyle. Their names became synonymous with power and prestige in place of the old like Rosier, Avery, Yaxley, Lestrange, and Gaunt. Malfoy and his ilk now sat at the head of the table, but from Blaise’s perspective, it was more of the same, just another wheel turn.

The connections Blaise was meant to curry if he stayed in British society.

Blaise stole one more glance at Harry. Curious green met his.

Blaise broke the connection.

Harry was going to be trouble. He minded his own business.

_

Blaise might have considered Harry’s thoughts on the matter.

_

Harry wobbled on the seat next to him placing his bag under the table.

“Do you want to have tea with Hagrid and me this afternoon? Ron is coming along.” Harry ducked down and fiddled with the brass scale.

Blaise stared at Harry incredulously until the boy wonder looked up at him. Doubt in his eyes.

“You do have Friday afternoons off, right?”

Blaise made a noise in the back of his throat. Harry wasn’t this dense. Couldn’t be.

“Why are you sitting over here?” he asked.

“Er, Snape told us to partner up for the pimple–”

“Boil.”

“— potion, and.” Harry faltered, licking his lips. “And well, it’s been a lot. How have you been?”

How have I been? Blaise rolled the question around in his head. Competing answers crowded his tongue. He shook his head, glancing over his shoulder to see his head of house, Severus Snape, make a sharp turn toward their direction.

Blaise wanted none of Snape’s ire though he was sure because he was there Snape would be a little less intense. But Snape also disliked Harry from the jump.

“It has been a lot.” Blaise agreed. “Can you weigh the nettles? I’ll bring the cauldron to a simmer.”

“It’s wicked though, right? I never want to go back to Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Ron’s older brother, George or Fred, I don’t know—one of the twins told me that Slytherins were stuck in the dungeons. Do you know about the moving stairs and the portraits that talk? It’s almost like telly. Have you watched telly? I tried explaining that to Ron and he looked at me like I belonged in an institution. And we have to say a password to get into our common room, do you guys also have a password?”

Blaise blinked at his simmering pot. Once more reminded of the train ride and what exactly Harry was trying to tell him. Harry talked a lot but not the self-assured chatter of Malfoy. It felt hurried and unpracticed like Harry was trying to tell him everything all at once as if he were going to die or go away for a long time.

“We do have a password and you remember we share classes. I have been on the stairs,” Blaise said. He held out his hand for the dried nettles then set Harry on crushing the snake fangs– “No, crush the fangs into a fine powder not just pieces,”– while he stewed the horned slug.

Snape arrived at their table. His dark eyes swept over Harry and their potion. Snape’s sallow skin held the barest hint of red to match his sneer. He offered no biting criticisms but no praises.

It was not because Snape was bereft of words. A table over, Snape’s weighty whisper transformed into stirring praise for Malfoy’s technique for stewing slugs. Blaise contained his eye roll.

“Of course, Snape would like that prat,” Harry muttered darkly. “They go together like peanut butter and jelly.”

Blaise bit back a laugh. He continued stirring his potion, glancing over at the other table to check their progress. He froze. “Stop Longbottom.” He hissed at Harry. “The porcupine needles.”

“Neville! No!” Harry raised his voice. “Don’t put the needles into the potion.”

“B-but it says too,” Longbottom said.

Snape sauntered over. A dark cloud brewed on his face. “Idiot boy!” he spat. “The needles go in after taking the cauldron off the fire. Your incompetence would have sent you to the hospital wing though I suppose some might need a more hands-on lesson.”

Tears filled Longbottom’s cow eyes.

Snape banished the potion, growling. “Since I can’t trust you with a cauldron maybe you’ll be a better hand at writing. An essay on why a close reading of potion instructions is fundamental will be due next class.”

Snape whipped around to Harry. “You – Potter – thought you could play hero in the classroom and do Longbottom’s work for him? Anoth--”

“Professor.” Blaise stood as tall as possible. His face smoothed down into nothing, revealing nothing despite the chaotic confusion bubbling inside of him. He knew better. He was raised better but it was out in the world and there was no putting the genie back in the lamp. “I advised Harry to help Longbottom and his partner.”

Snape looked at him with his black eyes. They reminded Blaise of lake waters and their murky depths.

“In the future, concern yourself with only your potion.”

“Sir.” Blaise bowed his head.

Snape turned to the rest of the class, snapping. “You have an hour left on your potions. Any table with less than an Acceptable Boil Brew will be joining Longbottom in writing an essay.”

Harry gleamed like goblin gold when Snape went to harass another student. “You stuck up for me,” Harry whispered with a toothy smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Potter,” Blaise said tightly.

The chaotic confusion inside of him shifted into jitters in the bottom of his stomach like hot stones.

“No one has defended me before.”

Blaise closed his eyes and inhaled. Harry needed to stop telling him bits and pieces.

“I’m not writing that essay.” Blaise shook his head. “Let’s focus.”

An hour later, they were finally out of the Potions classroom. Harry was hot on his heels like a duckling. That was another thing. Harry had little concept of personal space. He was always skirting too close.

The youngest Weasley caught up to them. His book bag was worn and full of stitched patches. He and Weasley exchanged appraising looks.

“I can’t believe you left me with Hermione,” Weasley faced Harry. “She’s such a know-it-all.”

“Got you out of writing though,” Harry said. “Cheer up.”

Weasley sighed. “Is he going to Hagrid’s with us?”

He was obviously him. Blaise adjusted his satchel strap across his chest. “I hate to decline. My hair. It’s Wash Day.”

Before they could answer, or in Harry’s case protest, Blaise spun on his heel and walked away. His mind raced. Harry wasn’t going to disappear as easily as he had thought.

[therealvinelle]

What if the sorting hat for Harry’s first year was possessed by python code to randomly sort people?

Then I would blow the dust off of Torgrim. For the uninitiated, Torgrim is a Twilight vampire I made up whose gift is to blow up a randomly generated vampire.

Through circumstances not known to me or anybody else, the spirit of Torgrim possessed the Sorting Hat. Or maybe a Muggleborn was very upset with Hogwarts, and as a parting gift before dropping out they hooked the Sorting Hat up to a computer. Which for the record can't be run on Python, that language wasn't invented yet.

I digress.

It's 1990, the sorting ceremony is afoot. Harry is just about dying of trepidation. So is everyone else, for all that some are doing a better job of hiding it than others.

Hannah Abott is first up.

She walks up to the Sorting Hat, puts it on, and...

Ravenclaw!

She wasn't expecting that, but alright. She might get good grades then. She happily totters off to the Ravenclaw table.

Lavender Brown is next. She gets Gryffindor! No changes, then.

Next up is Vincent Crabbe. He is sorted into:

Traceback (most recent call last):

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

IndexError: list index out of range

(My, my. It appears our Muggleborn friend is a lazy programmer who didn't bother fixing the issue where the program will read the last, empty line in the text file as an entry, so Crabbe was sorted into... nothing.)

Crabbe blinks in confusion. That didn't sound like "Slytherin".

Silence reigns in the Great Hall.

After a long, very long, pause, the Hufflepuff table starts clapping. Crabbe stumbles towards them in a daze.

Seamus Finnegan is next, and he is now very nervous. Oh, he knew this would be scary, but... what the hell was that with Crabbe?

The hat is placed upon his head, and it gives its verdict.

Gryffindor!

Seamus Finnegan has never in his life been more relieved.

Gregory Goyle is called forwards, and he's feeling very unsure of himself. He's supposed to go to Slytherin, but... Crabbe got sorted into traceback (most recent call last): file "twytard.py", line 13, in <module> print (organized[t]+"!") indexerror: list index out of range! Which apparently means Hufflepuff.

Goyle doesn't understand.

The hat descends, and bellows:

Ravenclaw!

Somehow, this is a greater shock than Crabbe's sorting.

He has to be led to the table, where no one is clapping.

The entire hall at this point is just sitting there tensely, staring at that sorting hat in mute terror.

Hermione Granger is next. Determined not to let this scare her, she bravely walks without hesitance.

The hat falls, moment of truth.

Hufflepuff!

Ron and Harry sigh in relief that the exhausting girl won't be in Gryffindor, and the Hufflepuffs clap their most earnestly.

Next is Neville Longbottom. He's just about dying.

Traceback (most recent call last):

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

IndexError: list index out of range

Now how did he know that this would happen?

People are starting to whisper.

Professor McGonagall frantically mouths something at Headmaster Dumbledore, who is staring at the hat in horror.

After a moment of waiting for someone to do or say anything, Neville mutely escorts himself to the Hufflepuff table.

Draco Malfoy is unsure if he should step forward, the professor hasn't called him yet. She's looking very much like she would like to cancel the whole thing.

But, Draco's father wants to hear how the ceremony went, and Draco's not about to let the fact that Longbottom and Crabbe are too incompetent to even be sorted stop him. It probably just means they're not actually magical enough to be in Hogwarts, and should be sent home.

That Goyle made Ravenclaw is the greater surprise here, but Draco reasons that there are... reasons for that. Probably. Maybe the hat is hoping it'll make him smarter.

No matter.

Draco steps forwards, snaps the hat out of Professor McGonagall's stiff fingers, and places it on his head. Slytherin, here he comes.

Hufflepuff!

"Nope," Draco says after a minute, and before the professor can stop him he has taken the hat off, and on again.

Slytherin!

"That's not how it works!" someone shouts. Draco glares at them.

Unsure what to do, Professor McGonagall, grabs him by the shoulder, and puts the hat on him a third time.

Traceback (most recent call last):

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

IndexError: list index out of range

"See, he's Hufflepuff!" someone from Slytherin says, and Draco stares up at the mouldy brim above him in betrayal.

He spins around to look at Professor Snape. Sadly, the professor is ignoring him, he has left his seat to whisper heatedly with the headmaster, who in turn is gesturing at Professor McGonagall to continue.

Things happen very fast, and before he knows it or can make sense of what's happening, Draco finds himself seated by the Hufflepuff table.

No matter, he tells himself. His father can fix this.

Pansy Parkinson is next up.

Slytherin!

Somehow, this makes Draco feel even worse about himself.

Next is Padma Patil. The hat is placed upon her head, and:

Ravenclaw!

She happily totters off to Ravenclaw.

Parvati Patil is next.

Traceback (most recent call last):

By now, everyone knows what this means. Everyone wishes the stupid hat would just shut up, that they didn't have to listen to the whole thing.

It's worst for Parvati, who has to deal with the feeling of insufficience as everyone watches the stupid hat rattle this off on her head.

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

The Sorting Hat drones on. Parvati desperately uses this borrowed time to blink away tears.

IndexError: list index out of range

She mutely walks towards Hufflepuff.

Next up is Harry Potter, and at this point people are expecting something especially weird to happen when he's sorted. He can be sorted to the teacher's table and they won't even be surprised.

Traceback (most recent call last):

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

IndexError: list index out of range

(Albus Dumbledore has 14 different theories as to why the Sorting Hat is doing this.

They're all wrong.)

Next up is Zacharias Smith, who wants one thing in this world. He wants to be a Hufflepuff. He needs to be a Hufflepuff.

Gryffindor!

Tough luck, Smith.

Dean Thomas is next. He doesn't honestly care that much.

Hufflepuff!

Alright, he figures, that's nice. Seems to be the place everyone's at, anyway. The kids at the other tables are looking pretty lonely.

Next is Ronald Weasley.

Ravenclaw!

He's just glad he didn't get Hufflepuff. Or, worse, traceback (most recent call last): file "twytard.py", line 13, in <module> print (organized[t]+"!") indexerror: list index out of range.

Fred and George, who were prepared to give their brother so much shit if he didn't make Gryffindor, are too at this point. Thank god he made Ravenclaw, this could have been so much worse.

Last man standing is Blaise Zabini.

Traceback (most recent call last):

File "twitard.py", line 13, in <module>

print(organized[t]+"!")

IndexError: list index out of range

Honestly, no one is surprised at this point.

He gives Slytherin an apologetic wave, and makes his way to Hufflepuff where he spends the rest of the night comforting a distraught Draco Malfoy.

[jellyraindrops]

Things I'd do if I went to Hogwarts...

- Come up with pickup lines with Fred and George.

***Me: Ok, I've got the perfect one for Malfoy

Fred: Oooh, looks like someone's got a thing for him

Me: No, absolutely not. It's just funny.

George: Alright, shoot.

Me: 'I wouldnt-' hang on, you guys should see it in action

Fred: *snorting jokingly* sure, if its not a fail

Me: Bet you 5 sickles it works

Fred: Deal

George: oh my god

** later **

*The three of us spotting Draco walking with Crabbe and Goyle*:

Fred: Alright miss pick up line extroardinare, show us what you got

Me: i WILL

George: You're actually stupid Fred

Fred: YOU'RE stupid

Me: *walking up to Draco* hi

Draco: *looking me up and down* what do you want?

Me: You know, I wouldn't mind it if you SLYTHERED INTO my CHAMBER of SECRETS *wink* *wink*

George: You have to admit, thats a pretty good pickup line

Fred: Shush, I bet Malfoy wont care

Draco: o-O

Me:

Draco:*faints*

*cut to Crabbe and Goyle carrying unconscious Draco back to his common room*

Me: Hand over my money Weasley

Fred: *rolling his eyes* yeah yeah, whatever. I could have come up with something just as good. Better even.

Me: SURE

[tenaciousruineroftheinternet]

I don't intend for this to be controversial so I'm open for discussion on this but I feel like most Harry Potter fans have one of two opinions on Crabbe and Goyle.

Either you believe that they are the dumb knuckleheads that they were portrayed as or they were just pretending because they wanted to be underestimated. I am of the opinion that they were faking to be underestimated because that is a very Slythering thing to do.

[anastasiawrites]

The Slytherin princess:

Y/N was looking around the shop for more books to buy when she bumped into someone, knocking all of her books to the floor.

“Oh I am sorry,” she said as she began to pick them up.

“You shouldn't apologize - it was my fault” said the person, Y/N glanced up for a second and saw that the person was a boy with messy hair, he began to help her by picking up the fallen books with her.

When they finished, she could finally see the boy properly.

He was about her age. The boy had messy dark hair, wore round glasses and had a lightning scar on his forehead that was barely visible due to his hair– Y/N instantly knew that it was Harry Potter. But the most beautiful thing about him was his green eyes, she found herself staring at them for a few seconds before she could finally speak again.

“You must be Harry Potter, I am Y/N” she smiled, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Harry nodded, a small smile appeared on his lips, “Nice to meet you, are you going to Hogwarts too?”

“Yes, I am really excited! I will start that year.” she smiled, “Well, I am going to continue searching for other books in case there won't be any left, I will hopefully see you there.”

Y/N couldn't help but internally squeal, she met Harry Potter.

It was now September the first and Y/N was standing in front of the Hogwarts express. The students who recognized her and her parents were staring at them while pointing and whispering excitedly but Y/N didn't mind that much, she was used to that.

“I will miss you.” said Y/N as she hugged her parents, “I hope to see you on Christmas.”

“We will miss you too, dear.” said her mother gently.

“Don't forget to Owl us and tell us what house you will be sorted in” said Y/N’s father, smiling “–Of course it doesn't matter what house you are in but we will be really proud if you are sorted into Slyther-”

Her mother elbowed him, giving him her infamous harsh glare, he smiled innocently making Y/N giggle.

“We will always be proud of you, no matter what house you are sorted in” said Y/N's mother, “But I will be extremely disappointed if you don't have good marks and, expect a howler if you don't owl us at least three times a week”

“Yes mother, expect me to have the best grades, I will work hard and Owl you many times per week.” grinned Y/N.

“Don't forget where I told you the kitchen is.” laughed her father making Y/N grin even more and nod.

“I think that the kitchen will be my favorite place in the castle,” she giggled, “I will see you both on Christmas, goodbye!”

They hugged one last time before she left towards the train to find a place to sit.

Y/N passed many full compartments when she saw the same black-haired boy from last time, Harry Potter, seating alone in one. She opened it, catching his attention.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked nicely, Harry shook his head and gestured to the seat opposite his, “No, not at all.”

Y/N sat down at the seat opposite his and saw her parents searching the train's windows in hope of seeing her one more time, their eyes landed on her compartment’s window, she waved, smiling.

Her mother mouthed 'We are already missing you.'

'I am missing you too' Y/N mouthed back.

Harry felt a small pang of sadness as he saw the way Y/N was close to her parents - he wished he also had someone to miss him.

The train started moving and Y/N waved one last time at her parents before they disappeared from sight.

“So how are you-” before Y/N could finish, the compartment door slid open, revealing a red-haired boy.

Y/N had the feeling that it was a Weasley due to his hair color and the state of his robes.

When she was younger, her parents taught her how to recognize most wizard families if they could be identified, from their hair color to how they carry themselves, it came really useful for her.

“Mind if I sit here, everywhere else is full.” He said as he gestured to the seat next to Harry.

“No, not at all.”

The red haired boy smiled and sat next to him.

“I am Ron, by the way. Ron Weasley” said the red-haired boy.

So Y/N was right, he was a Weasley.

“I'm Harry. Harry Potter”

Ron's eyes widened and he went agape as he stared at Harry.

“So-so it's true? I mean, do you really have the...the…” stuttered Ron.

Harry looked confused, “The what?”

“I think he meant your scar.”

Harry made an 'Oh' sound and lifted his hair bangs to reveal the lighting scar Y/N faintly saw in the bookshop.

“Wicked” said Ron and then turned towards Y/N.

“I am Y/N, it's a pleasure to meet you.” smiled Y/N.

“You seem familiar.” said Ron as he looked at Y/N with a frown, trying to remember where he saw her.

“Must have seen me somewhere. Maybe in Diagon Alley, I do remember seeing a family of redheads.” she shrugged.

“Did you see Mrs. and Mr. Y/L/N outside!? Do you think their daughter will be attending Hogwarts with us? I heard that she is eleven or twelve year old - like us.” said Ron excitedly, Y/N giggled while Harry looked confused.

“Y/L/N?” he asked.

“The most powerful wizard family in the world! They are part of the sacred twenty-nine and have powerful ancestors and many special gifts.” said Ron.

“Gifts?” asked Harry, curiously.

“It means that they have some abilities that others don't - like talking to certain animals or more advanced in magic than other wizards since a young age - The rumors are that their daughter is even more powerful than her parents at their age! They are also known for their ancestors, the father of the Y/L/N girl has for ancestor Salazar Slytherin, the founder of the Slytherin house and her mother has Merlin for ancestor.”

“Oh okay, that must be amazing.” nodded Harry, Y/N shrugged.

“How would we know? But yeah, maybe it is amazing.” she giggled.

Just then the trolley lady came by the compartment.

“Anything off the trolley, dears?” Said the plump lady.

Y/N noticed Ron holding up mushed sandwiches “No thanks, I am all set.”

She decided to buy some candies for the boys too. “I would like ten – “'

Harry interrupted her by pulling out coins, “We'll take the lot.”

“Whoa!” both Y/N and Ron said, amazed.

The three first years started eating bundles of sweets.

“Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans?” asked Harry, curiously.

“These aren't real chocolate frogs, are they?” said Harry looking at a blue and gold package of chocolate frogs.

'It's just a spell. Besides, it's the cards you want. Each pack's got a famous witch or wizard. I got about five hundred myself.” Said Ron.

Y/N took one and opened it, a chocolate frog jumped towards the seat next to her. She looked at her card and laughed, it was her ancestor, Merlin.

The train ride was quite nice, the three first years had joked around, telling each other a few stories, time passed fast and they were now waiting to be sorted.

A tall platinum haired first year and his two goons approached Harry who was talking with Y/N nervously, he was scared of how they were going to get sorted.

“It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts.”

Y/N noticed that most of the students started whispering excitedly.

“This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy.” He said presenting him and his two big friends behind him.

Ron snickered at his name.

“Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours, my father told me all about you. Red hair, freckled face and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. Well, soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there.” He said, glancing at Y/N and Ron, who were standing next to Harry.

Y/N grinned.

“Wrong sort you say?” she chuckled, “Blond hair and a bratty attitude – you must not be wanted.”

Ron and Harry both snickered that time.

Draco sneered at her, “You shut up!”

Y/N’s grin widened, “Oh - such a hard insult! I am literally crying.”

“My father will hear about that.” he sneered before extending his hand to Harry.

“I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks.” Said Harry making Y/N giggle and high five him.

Just then Professor McGonagall came back.

“We're ready for you now. Follow me.” She said and started leading everyone through two large doors and into the Great Hall. 

The great hall was one of the most amazing places Y/N had ever seen and she had seen quite a lot of extraordinary things. From the bewitched ceiling to the carpeted floor, everything around looked straight out of the most creative person on earth's mind.

“Wicked!”

McGonagall leads the first-years to the front where an old rat stood on a stool.

The old hat twitched slightly and it opened its mouth - which was reap.

'Oh, you may not think I'm pretty,

But don't judge on what you see,

I'll eat myself if you can find

A smarter hat than me.

You can keep your bowlers black,

Your top hats sleek and tall,

For I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Hat

And I can cap them all.

There's nothing hidden in your head

The Sorting Hat can't see,

So try me on and I will tell you

Where you ought to be.

You might belong in Gryffindor,

Where dwell the brave at heart,

Their daring, nerve and chivalry

Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff

Where they are just and loyal,

Those patient Hufflepuffs are true

And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,

If you've a ready mind,

Where those of wit and learning,

Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin

You'll make your real friends,

Those cunning folk use any means

To achieve their ends.

So put me on! Don't be afraid!

And don't get in a flap!

You're in safe hands (though I have none)

For I'm a Thinking Cap!'

The students around the hall clapped, “When I call your name, you will come forth, I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses.” Said McGonagall.

Y/N wasn't really keen on having to put on a dirty old hat that was worn by hundreds of thousands of students...What if she catches lice?

Hannah Abbot, a pink-faced girl with blonde pigtails was the first to be sorted, she got sorted into Hufflepuff.

Bones, Susan also got sorted into Hufflepuff but as Terry Boot placed the hat on his head, he was the first to be sorted into Ravenclaw, Mandy Bucklehurst was sorted there, too. Lavender Brown was the first to be in Gryffindor while Millicent Busltrode got sorted into Slytherin.

“Y/N Y/L/N” called McGonagall, she couldn’t hide the curiosity in her voice as she said her name.

Everybody, including Ron, Hermione and a horrified looking Malfoy gasped while Harry stood there confused, not understanding why everyone looked so shocked but then remembered what Ron and Y/N told him in the train compartment – even some professors looked excitedly at Y/N.

Whispers broke in the hall as the hat got placed on her head.

“Did she just say Y/L/N!”

“Merlin! She is THE Y/N Y/L/N!?”

My my that is quite a mind,' said a small voice – the voice of the sorting hat, A descendant of Merlin and Salazar Slytherin with so much ambition and leadership – Cunningness, yes there is some cunningness and lots of creativity, I would say Gryffindor for your bravery but your ambition beats everything else...You are definitely a ...

Y/N grinned as she glanced at the green table, green definitely suited her.

“SLYTHERIN!”

“Thank you!” She whispered to the hat and gave Harry and Ron thumbs up, wishing them luck.

The Slytherin table was clapping loudly - the loudest they have clapped in a long time as they all eagerly looked at her.

“The wrong sort you said, Malfoy?” she said to Draco as she passed him, smirking.

A few Slytherin perfects shook her hands, as did many other Slytherin students.

[futurewriter2000]

That Something

A/N: I wrote that instead of studying math but I am really proud of this. I love my Draco fics. Hope you like this. All the love <3

REQUEST BY @ylieniasims: Hi I love your writing and really hope you still take request?? Could you please write a Draco x shy chubby hufflepuff reader where he is amazed by her kindness towards him and doesn't care about what others told her about Draco cuz she likes to get to know him by herself 💚�� That would be cute 😍 Sry for my english 😅

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Sometimes all it took was a moment of kindness to see there can be good in the world. To see the world be gracious, that it can be gentle and loving as for Draco Malfoy the world he was used to was harsh and cruel yet never when you were on sight. 

He could never figure out why his heart rate sped for that one milisecond when his eyes caught the sight of you and then slowed down when they kept lingering. He’d be furious, on edge, anxious, stressed... you name it but when his eyes met yours, it was like the whole world he knew went blind.

He would remember the first time he felt this calmness inside of him; he was walking furiously down the corridor, mumbling, cursing Crab and Goyle for something he doesn’t remember anymore and all of a sudden he’d crash into someone. Papers flew in the air, books fell on the the floor and soft hair tickled his skin. 

Before he could shout, yell, blame there was you first. “I am so sorry.” there was something in your tone that made him keep his words inside. “I didn’t mean to run into you. Are you okay?” there was now something in your eyes he wasn’t used to before. Something- but what? 

He shook off his thoughts and decided to answer. “I’m fine.” he stood in front of you as you bent down to pick up what fell. And he would never do what he did. Never help someone who was from a different house. He would never neglect the person he was. The superior him, the great him, the facade -him. But for you, he oddly made an exception and bent down to help you. “Here. Let me help you.” and he picked the papers that were sprawled all around him. 

Your eyes looked up at him. He felt you stop moving, looked up and felt his heart squeeze when he saw your doe eyes. Something- he wondered but it just couldn’t get to him. You smiled kindly and he felt his heart let go and clench again, stronger than before. He smiled back and it was your turn to feel the clenching in your chest.

And then came something from his mouth not you, nor him would expect. “Are you okay?” 

You stood up with books in your hands, he stood up with your papers in his hands and both of you smiled again. “Yeah. Great.” it sounded as if you were out of breath, for which you were because up-close Draco Malfoy did not look nothing to the arsehole everybody makes him to be. He looked lovely in his green robes, which exposed the gorgeous grey colour of his eyes, and even lovelier when his smile reached his cheeks. 

“(y/n)(y/l/n), right?” he asked, this time leaning on the wall and smiling all by himself.

“That’s right. I didn’t think you knew.” you tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and felt a blush creep on your cheeks.

“I know everybody plus, you are in my Transfiguration class this year. Last year I believe it was Herbology?” he more guessed than stated and by your gigglish smile he knew he was correct. “And the year before that I think Slytherins had Divination or Charms with Hufflepuffs?” he continued as he enjoyed your smile grow at each guess.

“Charms.” you answered. “You have a great memory.” 

“I ought to. I am a Slythering after all.” he boasted but then hung his shoulder and scoffed. “And a Malfoy.” he said with a more disappointed tone.

And you couldn’t figure out what he meant by that. You didn’t understand why he was so disappointed and ashamed of being a descendant of the most respected wizarding family in the wizarding world but then again, every one of us has their own share of secrets. 

“Well, I hope you remember to be careful walking down these halls. You never know who you might run into.” you smiled, put your hand on his shoulder and gently brushed it off as you passed him by.

And with that, he heard himself mumble the most unbelievable words: “If I run into you again, I’d walk even more recklessly.” 

Same smile reappeared on his lips as he thought of this. It reapperead each time night before he went to sleep and each time he saw you. He’d see you walk down the halls, the yellow of the robes pointing out that perfect smile, and he’d feel himself the urge to walk to you, take your hand and hold you close. He would try to deny his feelings for you. He would wish them away and a nice road back to where they came from but he could never want to get rid of himself when he was with you. 

He’d wait for your friends to leave you because he could just feel the ugly stares they sent his way and the horrible words they say to you about him. He could even hear it one time when he was walking to the courtyard, making his way from the dungeons and he’d see you, stop and wait. He waited for he was not sure that was you he was seeing. You changed through the summer. Your hair was longer, your curves more vivid, a new yellow saphire silver ring. He stood there and thought for a while about who might have given you that ring? Was there someone you were involved with? Could there have been?- 

“I reckon he gets everything he ever wants from his father. He’s spoiled, (y/n) and he’s a bully.” one girl’s voice came to his ears. 

“He’s no bully to me.” you said calmly and he felt himself smile at the sound of your voice. It changed as well. “He’s not what people make him to be.”

“Yes, he is. Spoiled, ignorant little daddies boy.” she continued and you only rolled your eyes at her.

“I’ll be the judge of who he is from my own experiances with him.” and you were off, leaving both the girls and him behind. 

He remembered how he felt when he heard you say those words. Relieved. 

“Hey there, stranger.” you smiled as you stood behind the desk in front of him. He looked up, shook the thoughts from his head and smiled. “Mind if I sit?” you asked and he immediately, sat up straight and removed the pencil from his ear.

“Yeah, please.” 

‘ Please? Really? What’s wrong with you?’ - he cringed inside and flushed deeper into the chair. 

And though the awkward reply, you always found a way to distract him. “So what is infamous Draco Malfoy doing in a library all by himself?” you leaned closer and he smirked.

“Can’t I study in a library?”

“No, no, of course you can, it’s just I have never seen you here in all my seven years.” 

“I have my reasons.” he smirked, leaned forward and watched you with blazing eyes. 

Surprised by his intetnions, you felt yourself grew hot and confused. Your heart was quick in his pace and your palms became clammy. 

He saw the lovely rose colour on your cheeks and decided to finally say what he’s been holding back for so many years. This was it. This time, this place; The library was only lit by candles, the light illuminating in your eyes as the clock behind the bookshelves tolled like a church bell. He knew he’d remember all of this details because firstly, his memory was too great and this was too important to him to leave out the details. Of course, he’s been marked as a coward and a weak man by many but he could only have to go through the fear to get what he wants.

He reached for your hand, took it in his own and brushed his thumb against the yellow saphire gem. “This is new.” he looked up and you only grew redder, nodding your head and smiling. 

“Uhm-” you tried to clear your dry throat and speak more clearly. “My mother gave it to me for my 18th birthday.” 

He loved seeing you so flustered. He loved even more the fact it wasn’t given to you by another man.  “Good.” he flet himself say.

You tilted your head on the side, furrowing your eyebrows. “Why is that good?”

His eyes kept switching from your intertwined fingers to your eyes. “Because if it was given to you by anyone else, I wouldn’t know how I’d live with myself knowing that someone else wasn’t me.” 

Those last seventeen words melted you just as much as they confused you. “I don’t- I don’t understand.” 

“I fancy you, (y/n). I like being with you- I love being near you, talking to you and I would love to take you on a date if you’d agree.” 

It was odd hearing him say that. You weren’t used to this side of Draco. The kind one, the soft-toned one. It was as if he was a completely different person but to be honest, all that time you spent with him, getting to know him, were you really surprised? He was nice and kind to you since the day he ran into you and for all the girls, perfect girls, why you? Could he be playing with you? - No. You knew that when you looked at his eyes and there was something in them. Something but what? - Whatever it was it convinced you enough to trust him. You have liked Draco for a while now, so why not?

For Draco knew that if you said no, he’d lose that perfect, gracious, kind world you always brought him in and if you said yes, he’d finally be a part of that world. With you- he’d feel safe and with you everything would be right.

“I’d love to go on a date with you.”

[ao3feed-snape]

L'apple du Vide

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by KilannaD

In a time where Harry is ostracized, his best friends abandoning him because of anger and jealousy and the whole school seems to turn against him, he finds himself storming out to find a place to calm himself. Fate, always a horrible Mistress, leads him into the company of the least likely to offer him comfort; Draco Malfoy. Perhaps, though, Draco may be able to offer answers to questions Harry has, and a new friendship may lead to a deeper truth than any believed and change the path of Harry Potter, forever.

L'apple du Vide, otherwise known as the Call of the Void, is the phenomenon where some humans stand at the edge and feel the urge to jump off. The ever present call, to understand what is on the other side, to find the truth, often pulls at us. Some stay on the safety of the edge, but some- like a green eyed, dark haired wizard- take that last step and see the other side.

Words: 6461, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Daphne Greengrass, Blaise Zabini, Barty Crouch Jr., Death Eaters - Character, Slytherings, Sirius Black, Severus Snape, Durmstrang Students, Beauxbatons Students, victor krum

Relationships: To Be Decided

Additional Tags: Fourth Year, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Politics, Romance?, Character Development, Enemies to Friends, Dark Harry, Manipulative Dumbledore, Pureblood Politics, Pureblood Traditions, minor Slytherin politics, world building, so much world building, Sabbat Traditions-Freeform, Magic History- Freeform, Government- Freeform, Harry is adopted into Slytherin, Every wants to protect their BB snakeling, Beta'd by EvelynShadows, Harry is a Little Shit, Unplanned, Some soft times, also some not so soft times, No suicide despite the summary and title, slow burn?

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[rogerdvies]

slytherin suits you, weasley

@percyprotectionnet: different house au 

if percy weasley were sorted into slytherin…

he’d feel confused and disappointed. he’d expected to be in gryffindor (like his family) or ravenclaw (he was smart enough, after all) - but not slytherin. slytherin, a house of dark wizards and toublemakers and the dungeons and backstabbing and it came with such a bad reputation. a stigmatizing label to brand him for the rest of his life. the sorting hat must have made a mistake. he didn’t belong in slytherin.

his family would be shocked at first (slytherin? percy?). his brothers would tease him about it, but it wouldn’t be the biggest deal in the world to his parents.

his unease with being sorted into slytherin would hinder him at first. he wouldn’t connect with the other slytherin first years, choosing instead to dive into his studies head-on and try to make a few friends in the other houses, also offering to help other students (of other houses) with their studies when it became obvious that he understood the material better than most.

some of his friends in the other houses would agree with him - he wasn’t what they had expected of a slytherin, but they didn’t mind.

some of his other friends were confused by his dismay with his own house - what was wrong with slytherin? they were friends with him and he was a slytherin, weren’t they? the rumors about the slytherin house hadn’t gotten to them or they chose to ignore them, seeing the house instead as just another hogwarts house.

those friends prompted percy to take a look at his own house again - a little more kindly than the first time. though not ready to extend a friendly hand to marcus flint, he started offering to help fellow slytherins with essays and homework questions that they were struggling with. it was a start.

his fellow slytherins were weary of him at first - percy, the slytherin that had wanted nothing to do with them - but they still allowed him to join them.

hanging out with the slytherins, in their own common room and dorms, was… nicer than he expected. their tongues were, for the most part, sharper than those of his friends and their jokes took him a bit to get used to, but he enjoyed it. they were different.

his observations of the slytherins struck him with surprise: 

1. the slytherin house stuck mostly to themselves. not because they necessarily wanted to, but because many of the other students from other houses expected them to prove that they didn’t live up to the stereotypes of the slytherin house and the slytherin students honestly just didn’t feel the need to prove anything to anyone but themselves. despite the pride that many had in their house and their heritages, they had heard the oppressive, narrow stereotypes  for so long that they wore them as a second skin,

2. they were the same as the other students. they laughed, cried, had first loves and first heartbreaks, smiled, studied hard, procrastinated, cheated, lied, got caught, got brilliant marks, succeeded and failed, got frustrated and excited - they were human, just like him. even the meanest, toughest, hardest of slytherins had more under their skin than just a snake with fangs,

3. most slytherins had layers. what you got the first time you spoke them often was only the surface, and if you persisted past the bristles and walls many of them put up to those not close to them, then you could find something amazing beneath it. 

4. slytherins were fiercely loyal to both their heritage ties (relationships with other families that their parents had made) and those they considered friends.

5. while competition was strong in slytherin, it could be cast aside when the need arose to come together.

he would realize that slytherin wasn’t as bad as he had thought. the pureblood pride was strong in a select clique, however, many slytherins couldn’t really care less as long as it didn’t affect them. other than that the students were… loyal to each other. slytherins stuck together, had each other’s back… even his, when he finally let them. 

the stone-cold merciless brutality he had expected had turned out to be ambitious hopes and dreams, with the occasional cutthroat competition that rarely caused true harm to another slytherin.

as a prefect of slytherin, he was fair and just to all the houses. he never treated one with favoritism or another with distain – simply saw them all as students. that was one thing being in slytherin had taught him. there really was little difference between them.

he somehow found himself friends with the captain of slytherin’s quidditch team, marcus flint. despite the outer appearance that the other student put forth, he wasn’t so bad once percy got used to him. 

because of this friendship percy went to every quidditch game, cheering for slytherin. the twins teased him endlessly about this, but the three weasleys made a game of sorts of it: whoevers house team lost had to do one dare the other told them to do. luckily slytherin didn’t lose often.   

maybe, just maybe, percy would be okay in slytherin: their ambition was contagious, and their motivation helped fuel him to study hard for the ministry job he wanted. 

yet they also reminded him to have fun every now and then, drinking games and rounds of challenges going late into the morning to celebrate having written difficult tests.

when it was finally time for ron and harry to join hogwarts, ron’s opinion of slytherin would be better than it had been because of percy, who was thriving in slythering as a prefect and top grades, studying hard – but slytherin was still undesirable.

every year, percy would try to convince the slytherin first years that blood status wasn’t important (look at him, top of his year in all of his classes yet a blood traitor) and that they didn’t have to follow the bad stereotypes of the slytherin house.

he always offered to help anyone - from any house - with their homework, yet reserved special times to help the slytherins. they were his house, after all, and many of them struggled with the coming of harry potter.

more often than not he found himself tutoring malfoy’s gang; crabbe and goyle already falling behind and malfoy quietly working on his own work next to them or prattling on about something or another. 

the ministry job he landed after graduating proved his ambition and motivation paid off. he was proud, but exhausted.

the fight where he cut his ties with his family left him severely wounded inside, yet he wouldn’t admit it just yet. being around slytherins for so long had ingrained a deeper sense of devotion and loyalty to his family – they were very loyal to their own, those slytherins, even when their own wasn’t right – but percy was caught between everything he had worked for and his family.

he made the wrong choice, only realizing it later on, and he righted it. he quit for his family.

he’d return to hogwarts for the battle of hogwarts for two reasons:

1. he wanted to make sure his family was safe. despite being the black sheep of the family, shunning his father and cutting ties of with them before, he would never forgive himself if something happened to them, and,

2. he wanted to stop the young slytherin students from blindly following in (many of their cases) their parent’s footsteps or buying into the stereotypes that everyone else had of them. he wanted to try convincing them, one last time, that they could choose to be whoever or whatever they wanted to be - regardless of their heritage. that just because someone said something about them or believed something about them, they didn’t need to live up to those words or beliefs. they could write themselves - look at he. a weasley. a slytherin. top of his class. ambitious. a ministry worker. as smart as a ravenclaw. as passionate as a hufflepuff. heart of gryffindor’s lion. the purest, loyalest love of a slytherin. ambition did not have to mean stepping on others to succeed.

he was there to support his family when his brother died. surprisingly, many of his slytherin friends rallied around them – they understood loss well, their eyes understanding, offering him the comfort and strength he needed to be there for his family.

their gifts – to his surprise – extended to his family: small letters, little gifts, thoughtful things meant to offer kindness in a time of pain. his family, to his surprise, accepted the gifts. slytherin wasn’t mentioned at all. they were from his friends, that was all.

he’s realize that, in the end, he did belong in slytherin. slytherin was so much more than he had thought it was. is wasn’t backstabbing and evil, rumors and sabotage. it wasn’t just full of power-hungry purebloods, it wasn’t just a snakepit.

[theminervamcgonagall]

I trust you will behave yourselves when on school grounds...

notavailableinyourcountry started following you xenophiliuslovesgood started following you gisellelinbourn started following you goyle-slyther-in- started following you callmeiris started following you la-doux-cerise started following you rangadan started following you mr-weasley- started following you darkly-exotic started following you siriustheseducer started following you

[futurewriter2000]

Blinded (Draco Malfoy x reader)

A/N: Hi again. So I am really glad you liked my Sirius  Black imagine so I decided that I could start taking request, so don’t be afraid to ask me anything. Also this is requested so yeah. Also I have been writing this for a week so please tell me you like it. One more thing, the credit also goes to my best friend for helping me with some typos. It was fun editing with her. 

Request: Could you do like a Draco Malfoy x Slythering reader (pureblood), where its like sad but cute and a lot of pining pls.

Warning: I kind of suck at pining so there is that, arguing? GIF not mine and I swear it’s not depressing as this gift, it just goes in the story.

xx

“Earth to (Y/N)!” yelled Cora, snapping you back into reality. She looked at you suspiciously, narrowing her eyes at you. “Who were you looking at?” she asked as she turned her head around to your staring spot. She sighed and rolled her eyes. “ Oh my dear (Y/N). No way in hell am I letting you date him.” she reminded you as she disapproved of the boy you were crushing on.

“What?! Date who?” you said louder than you intended to, your eyes automatically glancing at the white-blonde haired boy few seats away. 

“Don’t play daft (Y/N). Mr. I am better than anyone else and you should bow before me.” retorded Cora. “Honestly, he thinks he is all powerful and all great because he is a pureblood and because of his father. I just think he’s a load of crap.” 

You rolled your eyes as you knew he was known for his boasting, but you thought different. “He is not like that. He is smart, funny and even kind sometimes.” 

”Kind?” she asked shockingly.

“Trust me on this. He can be kind if he wants to be.” you said slightly blushing and glancing at Draco again. “And where did all this hatred come from? You always see the good in people. You never had a problem with Draco untill now, so why now?” You asked her. She tilted her head and her eyes quickly glanced at the Gryffindor table.You turned your head to the Gryffindor table, but didn’t know why Cora would look there. You looked at her drinking her coffee so instead of nagging her about it you let it pass for now. “You don’t know him, though.” 

“And you do? You talked to the guy once..in second year...” 

“Well it’s not like I am in love with him or something. “ That’s a lie. “It’s just a meaningless crush” another lie, better change the subject now. “ And you are the one to talk. You fall for every fifth guy you see: Cedric, Justin, Seamus, Zabini...”

She stopped drinking her coffee and felt a bit offended. You didn’t want to offend her, but somehow you did. “You made your point, okay. But at least I don’t look on blood status.” she accused you. 

“That is not true, I do not care about blood status.” you immediately denied.

“Yeah right. So would you date a muggle- born?” she asked you.

“You know how my parents are, imagine what they would do if they found out I dated a mudblood. And no way in hell I would bring home a mudblood or they would disown me.” you simply stated the facts. 

“The fact that you called them mudblood proves everything. Fucking coward, afraid of your own parents.” she said, finally getting up and leaving you behind.

You turned around to notice everybody staring at you. Maybe you were a bit too loud about this and what she just acused you of, how can you forgive that. She knows how your family is, why would she bring this up? But Cora was your friend, your best friend. And she was right. You were a coward. Not standing up to your parents, who were typical purebloods, your dad a bit less than your mom. But even though Cora and you argued a lot, mostly because of your differences, you two were best friends and you knew you had to make this right, so you stood up and walked after her. 

“Cora, I am sorry. I know I can be a bitch sometimes, but so can you..” you trailed off as you were walking down the corridors, practicing your apology. Yes you were a stubborn person and you hated to apologize to someone, but this was your best friend and without her, you wouldn’t be where you are now. You turned around the corner only to see your best friend being snogged by a tall red-head. “Cora!” you exclaimed shockingly, your mouth falling to the ground. 

They quickly broke apart and turned to you. “(Y/N)!“ she yelled in surprise.

You looked at the tall ginger boy. ‘He must be a Weasley.’ you thought as your eyes scanned him from head to toe. “George?” you guessed.

“Actually, I’m Fred. “ he said, scratching the back of his neck of embarrassment. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” she tried to explain, but clearly failing.

“It’s not.” asked Fred, grinning down at her. She shot him an angry look and then walked over to you.

“Looks like you two were snogging, in the middle of the hall.” you said crossing your arms. “It is what it looks like.”

“I can explain, I swear.” she started to panic.

“Yeah, giving me crap about me dating purebloods, where clearly you are too.” 

You weren’t really mad at her, but you wanted to see her suffer a bit, in a friendly way of course. She didn’t know how to respond, so you placed a playful smile on your lips and interwined your arm with hers. “Come on you little sneaky cockroach. “ you said pulling her aside.

“Wait. You are not mad?” she asked shockingly.

“Are you serious, Cora. I couldn’t be happier for you. Yes, he has a bad reputation and yes, you could get a smarter Weasley, and of course I know you can do better than him-”

“I’m still here.” yelled Fred a few feet away from the two of you. 

“Yeah I know. So if you hurt her, I’ll make sure that that handsome face of yours will never see a light of day ever again. “ you threatened him. You gave him a serious glare making him a bit uncomfortable. “I’m watching you, Weasley.” you added before Cora pulled you away.

“Stop scaring him,, (Y/N):” 

“She doesn’t scare me.” he said. You shot him a death stare and he immediatelly took back what he said. “Maybe a little.”

---

Draco was sitting in the common room, a book opened on his lap but his eyes set on the big, green-eyed snake above the fireplace. “Oi, Malfoy! Are you going to keep staring at the wall or help me with our project?” yelled Zabini from the couch.

“I am gonna keep staring at the bloody wall.” he replied not removing his eyes from the snake. He then looked at Zabini, who was covered with papers and clearly more lost than he was before he started this project. Draco stood up, threw the book on the armchair and started pacing around the room. “I don’t even need to study. This project sucks, everything sucks.”

“What put your pants in a twist?”  asked Zabini closing his book and looking at Draco. He then gasped as he realized. “Ooohh...let me guess. Potter?” 

“Everybody thinks he is the all great and funny saint Potter. Mudblood’s friend, hanging out with those blood traitors, Weasleys.” he huffed.

“Here we go again...” sighed Zabini as he layed on the couch.

“Defeated dark lord my arse.”continued Draco. 

“No way! Are you serious?!” you yelled through the whole common room, laughing with your best friend.

Draco’s attention immediatelly turned to you and a small smile graced his lips after hearing your laugh. 

“Shhh! Don’t speak about it here.” she shushed you.

After the two of you walked up to your dorm, Draco’s eyes followed you. He turned around and sat back on his armchair, his smile still plastered on his lips.

“Oh, (Y/N)(Y/L/N), the girl who turns Draco into a softy. “ chuckled Zabini as he rolled on the piles of papers. 

“I am no softy.” he denied. “And why are you acting like I have a crush on her.”

“Because you do have a crush on her.”

“No I do not. I just like her as a person.”

“Yeah right. How could I be so wrong. How could I forget about your crush on Potter. “ teased Zabini.

Draco rolled his eyes and looked at him. “Does she hang out with him?” he suddenly asked.

“I haven’t seen them together yet. Her family is pureblood, so she doesn’t hang out with a lot of mudbloods. Cora, the half-blood, she is her best friend. Totally opposite of her. I don’t understand why she didn’t end up in Hufflepuff. As it goes for (Y/N). She is smart, beautiful, witty. She is what a true Slytherin should be.” he continued. “But..” he then started all seriously, making Draco’s ears pop out of his head. “I did see her glancing at Potter once they walked pass. Think there might be some chemistry between them.” he started to tease making Draco roll his eyes again. “Or...or...or she could already be pregnant with his baby.” he continued to tease.

Draco threw a small pillow at him and started laughing.“You are such an arse, Zabini.”  

“So why don’t we go back to History of Magic...” started Zabini, clearly being ignored by Draco. He just couldn’t get you out of his head. 

*Flashback*

‘He was walking around Hogwarts looking for Crabbe and Goyle. “Where did those idiots run off too?” he asked himself as they disappeared after the feast. he quickly walked around the corner  and bumped into someone. He fell on the ground as did the person who he bumped into. They both groaned in pain in the same time. “Watch where you-” he immediately stopped as he saw he bumped into a fellow Slytherin, your (Y/E/C) eyes staring at him innocently. “I-I-I’m sorry. I should have watched where I was going.” he apologized and stood up. He patted his robes and offered you a hand. 

You sent him a loving smile as you took his hand and stood up. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t watching where I was going either.” 

He picked up your books, three books of Gilderoy Lockhart, and handed them to you. “A fan?” he asked as he saw the books were signed. 

“Of this self-obsorved creep. He just signed them when he saw me carrying them.” you huffed. 

Draco loved your response. Every other girl he had met would fall on the ground for Lockhart. “I am Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.” he introduced himself.

“(Y/N)(Y/L/N). I would shake your hand but mine are full.” you replied smiling at him.

“Don’t worry about it. Have you maybe seen Crabbe and Goyle?” he asked you.

“I think I saw them asking some Ravenclaw prefect where the Slytherin Common room is. I thought they were joking, but they were pretty serious about it. “ 

Draco sighed of embarrassment. “What do I have to deal with, day by day.” 

You chuckled at his statement and started walking backwards. “Well see you around Draco Malfoy.” you said turning around and walking towards your common room.” 

*End of flashback*

Draco chuckled quietly as he remembered your first meeting in the second year. People afraid to walk the halls of Hogwarts, because of the attacks, but then there was you, ignoring all the rumors and the rules that came after the Chamber of Secrets was opened. 

“Thinking about (Y/L/N).” grinned Zabini at Draco, but he only gave him a light smile and opened his book.

---

You walked into Divination class, which you had with the Gryffindors. You were hoping Cora would sit next to you, since you two sit everywhere together, but she was sitting at the back with Fred. “Great.” you mumbled quietly and sat at the empty table. You prepared your books and as you were looking through the bag for your tiny notebook, a shadow appeared in front of you and blocked all the light. You looked up and noticed a pair of grey eyes looking at you. 

“Hello (Y/N). Would you mind if I take a seat next to you?”

Your brain was a mess right now. You couldn’t think of a single word. ‘Say something.’ you thought. "Yeah, sure. “ you said untill your eyes widened. You shook your head lightly and corrected yourself. ”I mean no I don’t mind. Sit!” ‘He is not a dog (Y/N). Oh god this is awkward.’ you started panicking.

He smiled at you and sat down. He noticed how your cheeks were growing a bit red, but then he noticed you staring at the Weasley twin at the back of the class,which made him a bit angry. The whole Divination you were bored you wanted to get up and walk out of the room. You took a deep breath as you realized the class started only 10 minutes ago. You closed your eyes and leaned back on the chair, slowly falling to sleep. 

A gentle touch on your cheek woke you up. You realized you slept through the whole class and not just that...you noticed you fell asleep on Draco’s shoulder. DRACO’S SHOULDER!! Your eyes widened and you quickly lifted your head up. Since your eyes haven’t adjusted to the light yet, everything was blurry and a slight pain was poking at your head. “I am so sorry.” you tried to apologize to  Draco as you couldn’t really see him clearly.

He chuckled and put his books in the bag. “ No worries.. I hate this class too, I’m sorry I didn’t fall asleep too. This class is waste of time.”

“Why didn’t you?” you asked putting your books away.

“Do you know what would people think of me. I am a Malfoy after all.”

“Oh right. You have a reputation to keep up. “

“Reputation?”

“The true Slytherin. The son of the great Lucious Malfoy and a member of the Malfoy family.” 

He chuckled at your answer and sighed. “Yeah. What I do for my family.” 

“Tell me about it.” you also sighed as you remembered how your family was. 

He then took a pile  of papers and handed it to you. “Here. I wrote notes. I think you need them more than I do.”

“I can’t take your notes.” you said, refusing the pile of papers.

“Don’t worry about me (Y/N). I told you. I am a Malfoy.” he smirked and you took his papers. 

“And probably the most boasting one.” you laughed and so did he. 

“I am not that bad.” he walked with you.

“Not that bad?” you  said in disbelief. “Every time you see Harry Potter you become the God of boasting.” 

“Well, I need to boast, it’s the only way i feel important.” he blurted out, both of you stopping immediately.  He couldn’t belive he let that slip out. He felt embarrassed a bit and he was afraid to look you direct in your eyes. “I-I-I..” he muttered.

You took his hand and looked him in the eyes. “You don’t need to boast to feel important. Because I am telling you now,that you are just as important as anyone here.“ a smile appeared on his face and he gently rubbed your hand. “Besides who would torture Potter if there wasn’t a Draco Malfoy. Or who would give me notes when I fall asleep during class. “ he chuckled. 

“Yeah but next time I’m bringing you a pillow.” he laughed. 

You playfully punched him in the ribs and started laughing along. “Thank you for the notes.” 

“Don’t thank me yet, we still have Transfiguration and Potions. Who says you won’t fall asleep there too.?” 

---

“Come on. Please. For me!” begged Cora. “He is always around. We don’t have any alone time.” 

“How do you expect me to keep George Weasley busy. He is George Weasley for god’s sake.” you crossed your arms as your best friend was watching you with her puppy dog eyes. 

“Just dress hot and he will be all over you.” she winked.

“But I don’t like George, Cora!” you yelled and stood up from your bed. 

“Yeah I know you like Draco but come on! He hasn’t asked you out so why don’t you try with someone else.” 

“Our minds are very different, Cora.” you said brushing your hair. 

“Come on. Please.” she then took your hand and you both sat down again. “I really like him (Y/N). He makes me laugh and he makes me so happy. “ she said seriously. 

You looked at your best friend staring at you. She just wanted to spend some time with her “boyfriend” or whatever he was. Why couldn’t you sacrifice your pride a bit. “Fine.” you said quietly. 

“Oh my god! Thank you so much!” she started to jump around. “Remember, dress hot.” 

---

“Draco.” said Crabbe. Draco didn’t reply. “Draco.” Crabbe repeated, only to get no answer out of him. “Draco!” 

Draco’s eyes immediately turned to Crabbe. “What!?!” he roared. 

Crabbe immediately stepped back. “Nothing, okay. Calm down.” 

Draco sighed. “Sorry Crabbe, but you really piss me off sometimes. What did you want to ask me?” he asked and looked at Crabbe.

“Well I was hoping to-” 

“Come on (Y/N)!” yelled Cora interrupting Crabbe.

“I can’t!” you yelled back. “My hair is a mess!”

“Your hair looks great. Now get your ass down here or I will push it down the stairs.” she yelled clearly convincing you. 

You walked down the common room and your eyes immediately turned to Draco, who clearly was love struck. You looked so beautiful. Yes, you were only dressed in a simple green dress and black shoes, but god you were beautiful Your hair was in a bun with few strands of hair falling out in front. When you reached Cora she twirled you around. 

“You look so gorgeous.” she said.

“I can’t believe I agreed on a date with him.” you looked at her.

“I love you.” she replied and hugged you.

Draco came over and looked at you from head to toe. “Is there a ball miss(Y/L/N),you are attending?” he asked you formally.

“Actually miss (Y/L/N) has a date today and lucky for her it is not you.” snarked Cora.

Draco’s smile immediately turned into a frown. “Cora!” you yelled.at her. 

“And it’s with Gryffindor. It’s a Weasley. George Weasley.” said Cora, making Draco furious. 

“Cora, could you shut up!” you yelled and looked at Draco hoping for some response. You and Draco became close friends so  you were hoping maybe he would tell you not to go on a date  with Geroge and go with him instead. Maybe he likes you more than just a close friend and now would be a great time to show it.But that didn’t happen. What Draco felt inside was rage, jealousy and saddness mixed up into chaos. 

“Yeah. I am lucky I am not her date. I would never date her.” he said looking you right in the face and smile. 

Your heart shattered into million pieces. You tried not to show it, holding back your tears. You turned around for a moment, letting a tear escape your eye but you quickly brushed it away. You turned around and fixed your posture. “I would also not date a person who’s as unimportant as you. At least George is important.” you said and walked out.

After you disappeared, so did Draco. He ran to his dorm and locked himself in. He started pacing around the room and suddenly stopped. He looked at the mirror above his nightstand. ‘You. You idiotic piece of crap.’ He hated himself right now. He hated himself for saying what he said. He clenched his fist and was about to punch the mirror, but he stopped himself at the last moment, regaining his composure. He looked at his reflection, grey eyes staring back at him, broken. A tear escaped his eye. He liked you for so long and when he found out you were going out with a Weasley, he just shut down. ‘If only she knew how I really felt underneath that forced smile.’ he thought before letting out another sob.

George knew something was wrong from the moment you arrived so he did everything he could for you to open up to him.And eventually you did and he turned the most terrible day into one of the best ones. You two spent the whole day together and you also found out that he knew he was not letting his brother and your best friend some alone time, but that was only because he wanted his brother with  the right girl. But while your night was made by a funny Gryffindor, Draco fell asleep in tears.

---

The weeks had passed and you haven’t looked at Draco since your date with George. And to be honest that was a torture for Draco. The way you frowned when your eyes met, you ignoring him everywhere, not talking to him and the worst part was seeing you smile and laugh with a Weasley around your shoulder. 

He was full of it. He didn’t care about Potter nor anyone else for that matter. He walked over to you and George and tapped you on your shoulder. “(Y/N).” he said quietly. “Can I talk to you for a moment?” 

The moment you layed your eyes on him, your heart started to ache and a smile turned into a frown. God he hated to see that. You looked at George, who gave you a slight nod and you both walked somewhere privately.

“Okay. Talk.” you said harshly, crossing your arms.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled. 

You couldn’t understand him correctly so you asked him. “What?”

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled again.

“You are going to  have to be clearer than that, because I think I don’t understand you.”

“I am sorry okay!” he finally yelled. “I should have never said that okay. It was never true, I swear.”

You felt rage fill your body. “What was never true?! The way you told me how you would never date me. How lucky you would be if somebody else dated me because I am just that terrible!” you yelled at him.

“No! You are not terrible! You are the most amazing person I have ever met. You have this amazing personality and this good heart and I ruined it. I wanted you to date me. I still do but you always blush when the Weasleys are around and I knew I would never have chance with you okay. When I found out you were going out with George I just knew that I would never be as good or as funny as them!” he yelled, tears rolling down his face. 

You couldn’t believe what he was saying so instead of words, you slapped him. He looked at you . “You fucking idiot.” you said before grabbing his face and pressing your lips against his. It was the most wonderful kiss. It was full of sadness and happiness, when he started kissing back. It was a messy first kiss but you two didn’t care.You finally had him, the Slytherin Prince, your long lasting crush- turning into something greater.

He pulled away and smiled at you. He brushed his thumb against your bottom lip and you looked up to meet his grey eyes. “I’m a fucking idiot.” he said before your lips colided again.