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Strategy // Draco x oc -- Ch. 17

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xvii. wideye

wideye potion: prevents the drinker from falling asleep. also awakens from drugging or concussion.

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WITH HER FATHER STILL silent, Alexandra knew she had to take control of the room. She sat down beside her father in front of Draco and Narcissa and began pulling out her own case files.

"First things first," Alexandra spoke, eyes scanning her file pages. "We file a restraining order and we place every kind of defensive ward on the Malfoy estate."

They didn't respond, only stared at her, so Alexandra kept going.

"Next, we file a motion to place Lucius in protective custody and we find out the identity of every single soul that knew about him being sent to Azkaban earlier this morning."

Again: no response.

"Third," Alexandra sighed, growing wary about her advice. "We... we find out the whereabouts of his brother, Rabastan, and any other Deatheaters that may have helped him escape or any Deatheaters that show explicit or implicit allegiance to Voldemort."

"We haven't seen Rabastan since... since the Battle of Hogwarts," Narcissa muttered, eyes flickering from side to side on the table before her.

Alexandra muttered. "We'll find out what we can. This next part... may be difficult... but I would like to present it to you both."

Alexandra's eyes flicked between both Malfoy's to identify what emotions they could be experiencing. Draco was still emotionless, but his eyes told Alexandra that he wanted to know what she was going to say. Narcissa's expression looked as though she already knew what her attorney was going to say and that it was an awful idea, but Alexandra tried to convince herself that was just the... unfortunate occurrences of the day.

And I'm about to add to it, Alexandra thought.

"Rita Skeeter... mentioned that she would like to interview the two of you," Alexandra admitted. "She said she 'would like to grab a bite to eat,' but I know she's going to pry."

"That blasted dung beetle," Draco scoffed as he shook his head and cast his gaze above their heads. "Absolutely not."

"What could we possibly converse about?" Narcissa asked, eyes pleading with Alexandra.

"She's going to use you both for a 'juicy scoop,' no doubt," Alexandra rolled her eyes and sighed. "But that doesn't mean we can't use it to our advantage. If you both agreed, or even one of you, but better if both of you did, you could swing every conversation to show how you walked away from Voldemort and how you're both apt for the redemption programs that are underway. Talking about your recent volunteer work would be great, too."

Neither of them responded... but Alexandra expected that.

"I understand it will be difficult, and I can't make you do anything," Alexandra began. "I can only advise you both that it will be another step towards obtaining your innocence and very firmly setting you apart from whatever your... extended family may have planned."

Silence filled the room before, eventually, Narcissa nodded in agreement. Worry lines had begun to form around her mouth and on her forehead as she dove deeper and deeper into herself. Draco cocked his head to glance at his mother, witnessing her despair, before he placed a hand over her clasped ones. Narcissa, staring down at her hands while appearing to be in a trance, could only weave a few fingers around the hand of her son.

Alexandra cleared her throat. "I should add... you're both probably going to be receiving a lot more "Rita Skeeters" in your future, possibly ones that may have worked for Voldemort in the past. It is very, very important that neither of you keep secrets from me, pertaining to obtaining your innocence, as this is not only a matter of your freedom, but quite frankly your safety and lives. I need to know everything. Absolutely everything."

Upon hearing Alexandra's warning, Narcissa slightly tilted her chin up and quickly glanced at Alexandra. It was barely noticeable, and before Alexandra even realized that it had happened Narcissa had shifted her gaze back to her hands joined with Draco's. Alexandra glanced towards Draco, whom appeared to be glaring at her. The sudden change from expressionless to irritation on Draco's face made unease well inside her chest. Alexandra sent Draco a look, having an inkling about the root of his glare, but placed her attention on the man that had been silent longer than usual.

Osborne had a hand clasped over his mouth in a manner that suggested he was deep in thought, but his knitted brow implied that he was no nearer to solving the situation at hand than when he had learned the news of the escape. Osborne rarely offered advice or suggestions... but that was because he was spiteful and didn't want to let his daughter in on any masterplan he had to any problem. He wanted her to squirm for the answer and then proceed to make fun of any mistake she had made. Now... he was the one squirming, reaching for any possible band-aid in his head that could even slightly remedy the situation enough for him to regain his footing as the man who was always three steps ahead of everyone, ready to shove anyone back to the start line without any awareness that they had lost.

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The... remaining Malfoy's had left some time after Alexandra had illustrated more parts of her plan. They had grown tired, exhausted from the day's events. While Draco still held some anger towards his mother, he couldn't help but want to do what he could to rid her face of the ghostly look. Draco used to find most of his inner strength from the sternness of those around him, but now Narcissa, the one person he thought he could always trust, and even go so far as loving, looked as if she was buried underneath the weight of the world.

"I will send for some tea for you," Draco stated, removing his mother's cloak from her. "And dinner."

"No, thank you, my son," she replied, eyes trained on the floor of the Manor.

"Mother, you have to eat," he stated sternly.

"What I need is my husband back," she whispered between the cracks in her lipstick.

Draco scoffed, turning away from his mother to wrench his own cloak. His upper lip and nose formed into a sneer as he began to make the trek up the stairs to his room.

"Are you not concerned for your father's well-being?" Narcissa snapped.

Draco looked back to his mother who was suddenly no longer consumed by melancholy. Her dark eyes were on fire; fury sending daggers of warning at her beloved son. There were fists, balled at her side, and her shoulders had returned to the familiar straight and poised position that a Malfoy woman was expected to present.

Draco laughed. "Was he concerned for ours? All of these years?"

"Of course he was!" Narcissa spat. "How dare you-"

"No!" Draco roared, coming down the few steps he had climbed to come face to face with his mother. "How dare you! We're here, in this Manor, ready to be killed little sitting ducks, and you're more concerned about the man that put us here rather than his so-called brothers that want our heads!"

"Your father, the head of this estate," Narcissa spat, and then continued, "has more concern for this family than you know."

Draco gritted his teeth as his nostrils flared. "Then where is he, Narcissa? Hmm? Where is the man that was supposed to protect us but couldn't stop himself from being involved in a bloody cult?"

Narcissa stepped closer, almost touching noses with her son, before replying, "he is currently in Azkaban and still fighting for this family. However, you're standing before me, wand holstered and in pressed robes and you are doing nothing but disgracing this family with your bloody attitude and ungratefulness."

"There's not exactly a lot to be grateful for when his own wife can't admit that she, too, had a hand in this mess, and can't even condemn her husband for what he did," he sneered before he could stop the words from rolling off his tongue.

Narcissa smacked her son. Hard.

The smack had hit Draco like a hex at his back. Draco fell slightly back in confusion and betrayal. It didn't hurt him, but he had also gotten used to physical discipline before he could walk. One of his hands at his side almost raised to press against the mark on his cheek, the way his mother used to when his father had hit him, before he balled it at his side. The sneer had never left his face, but he couldn't stop the build of hurt that welled within his chest.

Narcissa had never hit him. Never.

That realization seemed to flash on her face, too, but Draco didn't stay long enough to hear what his mother had to say.

Up the stairs he went, but Narcissa stayed at the foot of the stairs. Regret would swarm within her, causing her lips to part in the small way she was allowed to as a socialite, but she wouldn't trail after him, her only son.

The regret was strong, but for Narcissa, the feeling of having a duty was stronger.

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ickle-ronniekins · 4 years

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request from nonnie: Hi Erica! I love your writing sm, and was wondering if I could request a fic with either George or Fred (I’m partial to George but I love them both esp since they both live long happy lives 🙃) where reader is on a rival quidditch team (pref slytherin chaser but up to you!) and F/G have to get over their innate dislike of her because of the rivalry because she’s like the perfect girl for him? No worries if you don’t like the idea, I just wanted to ask, thank you❣️❣️

request from nonnie: if your requests are open can i request 11 & 23 from your writing prmopt list with george weasley? “knock it off, you tosspot! | “join us tonight?”

pairing: george x slytherin fem!chaser

prompt(s): “knock it off, you tosspot!” | “join us tonight?”

word count: 3.9k

A/N: i loved these requests—thank you darlings! i don’t write slytherin all that often so when i do, it’s a treat :) also just imagine sneaking around the castle with george weasley ugh i am weak for it.. hope you guys enjoy reading this story as much as i did writing it! x

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“Ugh—murder me, George.”

Fred is pulling at his hair whilst Angelina dishes new information to the entirety of the Gryffindor Quidditch team during the evening feast. George peers from his disheveled looking twin to the other end of the Great Hall, where he spots you in your green robes, blowing gently on a cup of tea before immersing yourself into conversation with another Slytherin Chaser next to you. Yep—much to the Gryffindor Quidditch team’s dismay—they’d found a new Chaser.

“C’mon now, give her a chance,” Angelina says in a hushed whisper, doing her very best to keep the team civilized. “Just because we.. strongly dislike most of the Slytherins doesn’t mean we need to feel that way about her, as well. I’ve actually heard very nice things.”

“Yeah?” Fred begins sarcastically, slumping in his seat. “Like what?”

“Like she’s a fair player,” Katie Bell answers.

“And a bloody good player, at that.”

“Ugh,” Fred says rather dramatically and rolls his eyes. He turns to Harry and George and nods in the direction of the girls, who are still speaking. In a lower voice, he asks them, “Can you believe this rubbish? ‘Give her a chance’. Merlin! When have Gryffindors and Slytherins ever gotten along? Look, I’ll be civilized,” Fred says in defense when Harry raises his eyebrows at him, “but there’s no bloody way in hell I’m taking it easy on her.”

“Definitely don’t need to take it easy,” Harry teases, “but we still need to play fair.”

George is hardly paying attention to the conversation in front of him; his hands are clutched tightly around his mug. He watches as a soft grin tugs at the edges of your lips, he notices the way your eyes glisten in the evening sunset light streaming in from the windows, the way you throw your head back and laugh—a laugh he cannot hear, but realizes, suddenly, that he’s dying too. Oh, no.

“Angelina’s right,” he says, trying to sound impartial before the boys notice his lingering stare. When Fred raises his eyebrows suspiciously at his twin, George carries on, “look, ‘m just saying—isn’t that what our entire team stands for? Sportsmanship, or whatever? I know we don’t have a good relationship with the Slytherins, but I reckon being nice with her may turn that around.”

Fred is taken aback at this and asks, “Being nice? Oi—what’s gotten into you? Feeling feverish?” He places a hand on top of George’s forehead and laughs as George slaps his hand away teasingly. A smirk spreads itself across his face and he turns to Harry and says, “Merlin—prepare yourself, Harry. He’s in love.”

George feels his stomach tighten and Harry stifles a bit of confused laughter. “What? How can you tell?”

George is rigid in his seat now. Love is such an overdramatic statement, but he can barely bring himself to roll his eyes at Fred; he’s still trying to remember how to breathe properly. Fred, as if placing George on display somehow, points at him— “Flushed face, dilated pupils, red ears—cold hands,” he grabs both of George’s hands to feel his skin is nearly ice cold, something that tends to happen each and every time George gets nervous. “There are four ways to tell our dear Georgie is smitten, Harry, and I’ve just named them for you.”

Coming to his senses, George slaps his brother. “You’re off your rocker, Fred.”

Fred laughs again and says to Harry, “Off my rocker, he says. But just look at her, would you? She’s just his type. Plus—she plays Quidditch. I promise you, Harry, he’s taken with her already.”

George tells his twin, “Lay off. Just trying to be impartial.”

“Right.” Fred says, smirking a bit while shooting glances toward Harry, who’s doing his best to not choke on his tea due to laughter. “Impartial. Try not to bat your long, beautiful eyelashes at her during our match then, okay, Georgie?” Raucous laughter bounces off of the walls in the Great Hall.

Then suddenly, Angelina scoffs and turns toward the group. George feels a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Ugh—I think I just saw her laugh at something Draco Malfoy said. Maybe we don’t need to be so civilized after all.”

— -

George emerges with Fred and Harry from the changing rooms and they make their way onto the pitch for the match. He’s feeling much more nervous than ever before; he glances up into the stands and notices Ron, Hermione and Ginny, sitting and waiting patiently for the match to begin.

He suddenly feels his knees weaken when he notices you in your green robes just a few feet away.

You all mount your brooms and hover in the air; George was kind of hoping that the Slytherin team would introduce their newest Chaser to the Gryffindor team, but isn’t surprised when they don’t. He finds himself to be slightly sad at the thought, and then shakes his head to push away any feelings that will interfere with his playing. They just need to win and get this over with. Here’s hoping Harry catches the snitch before Malfoy, who’s hovering near Flint and laughing at each and every one of the Gryffindors.

Fred’s looking more on edge—like he wants nothing more than to send every single bludger right into Malfoy’s head during the entirety of the match.

“Reckon I could?” Fred asks George suddenly, hovering in the air, waiting for Madam Hooch’s whistle. “Send them Draco’s way, I mean.”

George laughs and replies, “Sorry, mate—unless you want Gryffindor to forfeit, I reckon you’d better resist the urge.”

It’s a short match, to say the least. Harry’s looking positively dreadful at the sight of Malfoy snickering on the other end of the pitch as he twirls the glistening Snitch in his hands. To Harry, Fred says, “Don’t worry about it, mate—they’ve got a good lineup this year. Better than, even. Bloody hell, I reckon we maybe should’ve taken that new Chaser a bit more seriously—”

“Don’t.” George cuts him off angrily, digging his shoes into the muddy field up to the castle. He’s feeling rather poorly after Gryffindor’s loss. Fred and Harry exchange confused looks.

Fred, wanting nothing more than to lighten the mood of the loss, asks his brother, “You alright there, Georgie? No longer in love?”

Harry laughs nervously, but it’s George’s annoyed-sounding scoff that takes Fred by surprise. George glances toward the Slytherin team, each member high-fiving one another due to their win. He feels anger bubbling up inside him and turns back toward the castle, his brows furrowed and face flushed red. He just wants to get back to the dormitory as quickly as he can. “Oh knock it off you tosspot. I was never in love—I can’t believe those slimy Slytherins won the match—erm, no worry, Harry, we’ll get them next time—” he says a bit softer when he notices Harry’s woebegone look. To Fred, he continues, “—can’t believe I ever thought that Gryffindors and Slytherins could get along.. Merlin. Next time I have such a wicked thought, Fred, do me a favor and knock me over the head with a spellbook of mine, would you?”

Fred laughs and slings an arm around his twin. “Don’t need to ask me twice.”

— -

Fred and George find themselves the last place they ever want to be—in the library, grudgingly working on an extra long Potions essay assigned to their class by Professor Snape in a moment of pure rage. Fred’s arms are sprawled out across the table and he’s laying across his blank parchment rather dramatically, groaning against the desk. George, on the other hand, is scribbling quite animatedly, wanting to get out of the library as quickly as possible. Then he spots you a few rows over, rolls his eyes, and writes even faster.

“It’s no use, mate,” Fred’s voice is tired, “I can’t do this. This schoolwork is nearly killing me. I’m going back to the Common Room; Ron said something about a game of exploding snap—you coming?”

“You go on,” George replies, not looking up from his parchment, “I want to finish this before the feast.”

Fred puts up his hands in surrender and exits the library as quickly and as swiftly as possible.

George is hoping he can finish this Potions essay within the next half an hour, or so—that way, he’ll have time to change and possibly get in on that exploding snap game before the feast in a bit. But he finds himself distracted. Not in a good way, though. He finds himself distracted by you.

Is it his imagination, or have you moved over a few seats? He shakes his head and looks back down at his parchment. No, it’s not his imagination at all—he looks up again and you’re directly across from him now, your hands spread out over your own piece of parchment and spellbooks, and you smile at him.

“Just wanted to tell you how great you were last week,” you tell him in a low voice so as not to grab Madam Pince’s attention, “really great. Probably two of the best beaters I’ve ever seen, you and your brother.”

Is this some kind of a joke? George furrows his brows and asks, a bit incredulously, “W-what?”

You laugh softly, closing your own spellbook. “Look, I know that the whole Slytherin versus Gryffindor rivalry thing has been going on since Hogwarts opened, basically,” your voice is light and airy, and George is now having conflicting feelings. Was he too quick to judge? “but I figure, that’s not how all Slytherin and Gryffindor relationships need to be. So, just wanted to say—really wicked playing; but don’t expect me to take it easy on you moving forward.” You beam at him, pack your things away and stand up to leave.

“What’re you on about?” George asks, now feeling incredibly defensive. “Is this some kind of ploy? Flatter us and make us all flustered so you can go ahead and absolutely demolish us in the next match like you have this last time? Well, it’s not going to work,” he tells you, closing his own spellbooks and placing them into his bag on the chair next to him. “I appreciate the compliment—you’re a wicked player too, but—anyone who’s friends with Malfoy isn’t someone I reckon I’ll be able to get on with.”

You’re a bit taken aback, George notices, when your face flushes red. You sit back down as he continues to pack up his things. “I’m not friends with Malfoy.”

George just scoffs.

You cross your arms defensively now and stand up with a jolt. “He might be my teammate, but I actually find him to be a right foul git.”

You push your chair in a little too loudly, and now George is feeling incredibly guilty. Maybe you were genuinely trying to be friendly. He gets up and grabs your arm before you exit the library fully. Taking a deep breath, he says, “Wait, wait—‘m sorry. Look, that was really bloody rude of me. It’s just that—”

You soften at his words; you uncross your arms, and grin softly. “I understand that friendships between our two houses can be a bit.. complicated.”

“Throw in Quidditch and we’re nearly done for.”

“Look, I was just being friendly.”

“I know. I appreciate that.”

Just then, a flustered yelp comes from right outside the library. Both you and George turn to look, only to see Crabbe and Goyle tugging on Malfoy’s robes, whose face is seemingly broken out in some type of hive. He’s yelling at the two of them to try any spell, rid me of this! But alas, whatever they do only tends to make the irritation worse. George erupts into laughter.

“What a git,” you say to George.

“Merlin—deserves that, he does. I reckon whoever can pull off that deserves a medal, or something.”

Again you cross your arms—but not indignantly this time. A smirk grows on your face and realization floods over George. He looks back and forth between a very upset Malfoy, and you.

“You?”

“Just jinxed some candies he was eyeing in the common room this afternoon,” you tell him, smirking even more, “I was just so sick and tired of him today. If I had to overhear how bloody wonderful his pureblood family is one more time, I was bound to punch him eventually—reckoned this wouldn’t be as bad for his rep.”

George is still stuck in his spot—his feet cemented into the ground, his entire body is rigid. He’s finding it hard to not peer at you with admiration. Malfoy’s long gone by now—his yelps are growing quieter and quieter as he, Crabbe and Goyle make their way down the corridors toward the Great Hall. You’re still standing in front of George, a smirk on your face and your hands now on your hips, basking in all your glory. Again, as if he hadn’t heard you correctly the first time, George asks, “Y-you? You pranked Malfoy?”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he feels his insides twist. Uh-oh. “Color you impressed, Weasley?”

— -

When George was taken aback by your friendly banter in the library those few weeks ago, he never expected to end up back here. In the library. With you. In the row all the way near the back, the row nobody ever visits, after hours in the dark; his hands tight around your abdomen, yours tangled in his hair, his lips on yours for what seems like hours.

The watch on your wrist begins to beep; as if gravity is pulling you both apart, you separate. George groans and tightens his grip on you. “Sorry, Georgie,” you say sweetly, pressing your lips gently to his once more, “got to run—can’t be late for Quidditch practice.”

“Ignore it, ignore it,” George says, eager to kiss you again, “I reckon you can be late just once. Right?”

Somehow still speaking coherently, you say heavily, “Yeah—that won’t look suspicious, or anything. H-how long d’you think we can keep this up?”

He nearly melts when he feels your smile against his lips. “Dunno, but, we’ve made it this far, haven’t we? Want to go public?”

“I don’t think our teams will like that very much,” you reply sadly, running your hands again through his soft hair. You jump up from the table and fix the open buttons on your shirt. “You’ll just have to find a way to sneak into the Slytherin Common Room, then.”

George, now feeling incredibly elated at your interest in mischief, wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Got a lot of faith in me, do you?”

You stand on your tiptoes for a quick peck and adjust his very askew tie. “More than you know. Now c’mon—have got to run, haven’t I? Promise to make it up to you later.”

Once successfully making it out of the closed library without being caught, and bidding you farewell (albeit a bit begrudgingly) in the middle of the corridors before you head to practice, George finds himself nearly skipping through the castle back to the common room. He pops through the portrait hole and immediately jumps onto one of the couches, sprawling himself out across the entire thing and seemingly pushing Ginny off the edge and into an armchair.

“No problem, Georgie, I wasn’t sitting here, or anything..” Ginny growls, taking a spot next to Ron.

“Where’ve you been?” Fred asks a bit angrily, placing his feet up on the table in front of them. “You completely disappeared after class and we haven’t seen you since!”

“Just taking a walk,” George replies, feeling his throat tighten up and knowing that this, full well, is lying straight through his teeth to his own flesh and blood. “Was finishing up an essay first, though.”

Fred, Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Hermione all peer at him quizzically with furrowed brows. George can already tell there are questions bubbling up inside them, but the one that comes first isn’t exactly what he expects.

“Why—why’s your hair all messy?” Ginny asks, and George finds himself hurriedly running his hands through it, trying to smooth it down as much as possible, “and your lips, they’re all rosy! Who’ve you been snogging, George?” she giggles.

The confusion Fred was feeling toward his twin seems to subside as he smirks and places his hands behind his head, relaxing into the couch. “Oh—so there’s a girl? At least there’s a bloody good reason behind your disappearances. Who is it, mate?”

Quick on his feet (or so he thinks), George replies, “I’m not snogging anyone. You’re all out of your minds.”

“Give it up, mate.” Ron says cheekily. “We know.”

George swallows thickly. “You don’t know what you’re on about.”

As the rest of the group laughs, Fred pops a chocolate frog into his mouth and tells his twin, “Sure, George. Next time you sneak out for a midnight rendezvous with your girlfriend, be sure to tell her we’d all like to be introduced, eh?”

— -

“They know.”

It’s nearly ten p.m. and you’re sitting in George’s lap speaking in hushed whispers, running a hand gently through his hair at the nape of his neck as he finally is able to tell you about the encounter with his friends after your last meetup. The library is so much darker than the other night.

“They do?”

“Well, sort of,” he says, stroking your knee, “they at least have this theory that I’m sneaking around with someone. Which, they’re not wrong,” he grins cheekily, leaning up to kiss you softly, “but they don’t know who it is, and I’ve never actually told them that their theory is true.”

“D’you want too?”

“Do you?”

You run your fingers gently across his tie; the glistening of George’s eyes are evident in the moonlight streaming in through the windows. You sigh. “I’ll do whatever you’d like. I’m not saying that the sneaking around isn’t fun, because it definitely is,” George shoots you a cheeky smirk, “and I know that—that Gryffindors kind of have this rep to uphold, as do Slytherins—”

“I care more about you than a reputation, to be honest.”

He knows he’s said the right thing; a large grin spreads out across your face. “Me, too.”

George runs a hand through your hair and grins softly.

“Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Of course I am,” George replies, tightening his grip on you, “it’ll be so bloody nice not to ignore one another in the corridors now.”

You throw your head back and laugh; he’s nearly putty in your hands.

He says, making it final, “So we’ll tell them, then.”

“Together?”

“Yeah, together,” he agrees before lifting you up and placing you on the table, leaning you back against some bookshelves and pressing his lips to yours. He slings his arms around your waist and can feel the goosebumps rise on the back of his neck when you run a hand down his chest. Through a geeky grin, he says, “But not tonight, okay? I’m not quite finished with you yet, love.”

— -

George and Fred exit the Transfiguration classroom, nothing but a very long lunch on their planned activities list for the afternoon. The bump into Ginny, Ron, Harry, and Hermione in the corridors and immerse themselves in conversation.

“Fair warning, everyone,” Harry begins, looking ghastly, “Snape’s in a right awful mood today—can’t help but wonder if someone slipped something into his pumpkin juice.”

“Great,” Ginny groans, “just what I needed to hear as I make my way to the Dungeons.”

“Who’s up for a game of exploding snap later on?” Ron asks the group, loosening his tie a bit, “Just have to get through Divination first.”

Without answering, George then spots you rounding the bend. He knows you’re coming from Ancient Runes and heading toward the Great Hall for lunch, too. You both hadn’t told them yet. Hadn’t found the right time. It’s not as if houses can eat and chat with one another during the feasts, can they?

Without fully registering what he’s doing, George seizes his opportunity and bounces over to you, pulling you into a very tight and very noticeable embrace.

He watches as your eyes widen and begins to laugh. “Erm—what’re you doing?” you ask, pulling back. Then you whisper, “I thought we were telling them together, you know.. after we’ve had time to prepare?”

“I thought now would be a good time.”

You cock your head to the side. “Always keeping me on my toes, aren’t you, Weasley?”

He leans in and kisses you lightly. “Sounds about right, yeah.”

But before the two of you can head over to the group of Gryffindors you thought were distracted by conversation, you suddenly hear, “Well it’s about bloody time.”

You both turn your heads to see a very satisfied looking Fred, cheeky Ron and Harry, and happy Ginny and Hermione looking at you both as George’s hand tightens around your waist as the corridors become even busier.

“You knew?” you and George ask together.

“Well, Fred did,” Ron tells you both. “I swear, it’s like he’s got eyes on the back of his head, or something.”

Fred snickers and smirks at his twin. “Really think you could hide this from me? C’mon, Georgie, you know better. The two of you aren’t exactly subtle when you share stolen glances across the Great Hall every bloody evening,”

Everyone falls into a bit of laughter. As the younger ones introduce themselves quite excitedly and then reluctantly head off to class, you, George, and Fred are left in the emptying corridors with the rest of the seventh years also looking forward to a free period.

“Well, Freddie,” George begins, “she’s—”

Fred holds up a hand to his twin. “I know who she is, Georgie—” then, to you with a smile, he continues, “—but I know you as the Slytherin Chaser.. our opponent, if you will. I don’t know you as my twin’s—”

“Girlfriend,” you and George say together, making Fred begin to laugh. You continue, “Hope the fact that I’m a Slytherin won’t make it complicated.”

Fred can’t help but grin broadly. “Not with me, it won’t—especially if you make my brother happy.” George is relieved to hear this and can finally feel the knot in his stomach unwind. Fred keeps on, “Now—whatever effect you have on him is simply wonderful, Y/N. He’s coming back late at night with all of these incredible pranks up his sleeve, I dunno where he gets it—all I know is that it started happening right around the time the two of you began sneaking around.”

“Confession,” George begins, squeezing your hand now, “not all of those ideas were mine.”

And just as George had looked stunned in the library when he figured out that you’d been the one to prank Draco, Fred looks exactly the same. His expression is an exact carbon copy of his twin’s from that day. “Really?”

“Pranks Malfoy a lot these days,” George begins, looking down at you with admiration, “reckon he has it coming, too.”

You turn to Fred and ask with a smile, “Ruddy pumpkin head, isn’t he?”

Fred is certainly taken aback and wildly impressed. “I might just have to pick your brain, then,” he tells you and slings an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along with him as he heads to the Great Hall. He leans in closer to you to speak, leaving George where he’s standing, “Join us tonight, would you? Would love to compare some ideas, if you’re willing.”

You stop in the middle of the corridor and sling your arm around Fred’s back. You peer at George and grin, as if to say, See? We had nothing to worry about. George can’t help but laugh at Fred’s very elated grin when you ask him, “What’d you have in mind, Freddie?”

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rocknroll-stolemyass · 4 years

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Draco Malfoy and the Gryffindor Chaser

Draco Malfoy x reader fanfic

FromJupiterToMercury on Wattpad and Archive of our Own

Summary: Chaser for the Gryffindor Quidditch team, you wake up in the hospital wing after being hit by a Bludger. You suffer from a severe memory loss, but recover as the days pass, surprises getting slowly revealed… And what if this Bludger hadn’t hit you by chance? Disclaimer: this doesn’t happen during a particular canon year, I use events from their fifth and sixth year at Hogwarts. I keep that blurry because I wasn’t at ease to write a “complicated” love story with fifteen-year-old kids. Enjoy! Side note: I do not own neither the characters or the background the story's painted on; only the plot.

Link to ao3, if you prefer

Chapter One: The Beginning

Chapter Two: The Rogue Bludger

Chapter Three: The Potions Master

Chapter Four: The Firebolt

Chapter Five: Snape’s Grudge

Chapter Six: The Unknowable Room

Chapter Seven: An Excess of Phlegm

Chapter Eight: The Missing Mirror

Chapter Nine: The Quidditch

Chapter Ten: Mudlbood and Murmurs

Chapter Eleven: Draco’s Detour

Chapter Twelve: Felix Felicis

Chapter Thirteen: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw

Chapter Fourteen: Epilogue

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ravenofthefandoms · 5 years

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Matchmaker

Word Count: 2622

Pairing: Neville Longbottom x reader

Characters: Neville Longbottom, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Angelina Johnson (mentioned), Seamus Finnigan, Lavender Brown (mentioned), Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Minerva McGonagall (mentioned), Pomona Sprout (mentioned), Ginny Weasley (mentioned)

Warnings: mostly fluff but a sprinkling of angst (since Draco is a known asshat)

A/N: I freakin love Neville! He’s my favorite character from Harry Potter, both to write for and just in general. He’s just such a soft lil muffin. Then he grew up and got hot. It’s like the best of both worlds!

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling. I do not own any gifs. They are owned by their original creators.

You looked around at all of your friends, smiling softly as they giggled in anticipation of the Yule Ball that had just been announced by your headmaster. Everyone looked excited, but you could only watch your friends, all seated at their different tables, with amusement. Oh, how you would have fun playing matchmaker.

While your thoughts trailed off on who to convince to take your friends to the Yule Ball, you didn’t notice the familiar pair of grey-green eyes wandering in your direction.

The school was all abuzz with excitement of the Yule Ball, mainly from the girls. You decided on your first victims: the Weasley twins. You knew of Fred’s adoration for fellow Quidditch player, Angelina Johnson, but George was a bit trickier.

Despite being a Hufflepuff, some argued that you should have been placed in Ravenclaw. You didn’t mind, either way. Hufflepuff was home, and it’s too late to change it now.

Knowing of the twins’ tendencies for pranks, you decided that someone with a sense of humor would be a better fit for the second half of the twins. You decided that your good friend from Gryffindor, Carrie Francis, would be the perfect fit. She was a bit goofy, but had a great sense of humor.

Standing under an archway, you craned for a view of the two, tall gingers. Soon, you saw their heads walking in your direction. Making your way over, you popped up between them. “George, Fred. How are you two today?” You asked politely, a small grin on your face. The two exchanged looks before returning the grin.

“Oh, we’re swell. How about you?” Fred asked from your left while George looked down at you from your right. It wasn’t difficult for the two to overshadow you, considering you were much shorter and rather plump.

“I’m just fine, thank you. A quick question, though. You two don’t happen to have dates to the Yule Ball yet, do you?” They both shook their head no. “Fantastic. Because I know of two lovely ladies who are in the same situation. Perhaps you would like to help out your fellow Gryffindors?”

They exchanged a look above your head before looking down at you again. “And who might these Gryffindors be?” George asked.

“Well, Fred. I know that a certain Johnson has been dying lately for you to ask her out, and I think the Yule Ball would be a perfect first date. As for you, George,” you started as you looked up at him, “I have a friend, Carrie Francis, who likes lame jokes as much as you do.” A devilish grin painted your lips as you looked between the boys. Fred seemed ecstatic while George seemed to continue to ponder this thought.

“All right,” George said with a small smirk. “Are you sure you weren’t supposed to be in Slytherin? Because you are one sneaky badger.” You only rolled your eyes at the male before giving a semi-dramatic bow.

“I’ve been told I should be in Ravenclaw as well. Next, people will say I should be in Gryffindor. I might as well start wearing rainbows to school instead of yellow.” You looked at a clock in passing. “Well, I bid you ado, boys. I have more soulmates to bring together.”

“George! She said that I’m soulmates with Angelina!” You chuckled as you heard Fred’s voice in receding. As you walked to class, you saw Neville standing there, watching you walk away. You gave him a small smile, making his face erupt into a crimson blush. You walked by him, and he couldn’t help but turn and watch you walk away from him. He felt his heart deflate a bit though, as he had seen you talking to the Weasley twins. Fred looked so happy, so he guessed that he had asked you to the Yule Ball. And you had said yes.

With a sigh, the shy boy shook his head and continued on to class.

Next, you decided Seamus and Lavender would be an absolutely adorable couple. You found the boy walking out of the Great Hall after lunch, and pulled up next to him.

“Hey there (Y/N). Can I help you?” He asked with a friendly smile. You smirked softly as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“You can, in fact. You don’t have a date to the Yule Ball, do you?” He barely had time to shake his head before you continued. “I know the perfect girl for you to take. Lavender has been a bit down ever since Ron dumped her, and you could help her get back in the mood by taking her to the Yule Ball. Just a thought though. If you were going to ask anyone else, then feel free,” you said calmly before walking away.

Seamus wasn’t planning on asking anyone else, in fact, but suddenly, Lavender did seem like a great idea. Nodding, he walked off to find the girl.

Neville had walked out of the Great Hall just as you were walking away from Seamus. Again, he felt a bit of hopelessness. Maybe you hadn’t said yes to Fred, or maybe he didn’t even ask you. But surely, Seamus had asked you. The two of you were pretty good friends, so it wouldn’t be surprising if your relationship turned out to be more than friendly.

But that meant that he had lost a day in being able to ask you himself. With a sigh, he shook his head and continued to the Gryffindor common room.

The next day, you saw your (surprisingly) good friend, Pansy Parkinson, moping about after your class of Potions together. When you had asked her what was the matter, she told you that she hadn’t been asked to the ball yet. “Don’t worry, Pansy. Leave it to me,” you said in a reassuring tone. The other girl simply nodded and gave you a small smile.

So you went off to find Draco Malfoy, one of the people you weren’t friendly with. Which is saying a lot since you’re friendly with nearly everyone at Hogwarts. He was standing in the hall, his minions Crabbe and Goyle standing near him. You didn’t much care for them either.

“Draco! You haven’t asked anyone to the Yule Ball yet, have you?” You asked simply, crossing your arms over your chest.

“It shouldn’t matter to you. I wouldn’t take a pudgy badger like you. I’d rather take Granger, a bloody Mudblood, than I would you,” he said with a sneer, earning snickers from the two minions behind him.

You rolled your eyes at the white-haired boy, stamping down the feelings of hurt in your chest. “Don’t worry yourself, Draco. I haven’t come to offer myself as an option. In fact, I know of a fellow Slytherin girl that doesn’t have a date. Pansy.” You could see the wheels turning in his head and knew that your mission was successful, in one way, at least.

“What about you, (Y/L/N)? Maybe Crabbe or Goyle here could take you. They’re about your size.” Said boys both frowned in disgust and made overly dramatic noises of sickness. You barely suppressed an eye roll.

“I’d sooner take Neville’s toad. At least it has more brains than these two.” You said simply before walking away from them quickly. Tears pricked at your eyes, and it took a lot of effort to not break down in the middle of the hallway.

You crashed into Neville in your rush to return to the Hufflepuff common room, but he steadied you quickly. “(Y/N)? Are you alright?” He asked softly, a worried look in his eyes as he crouched down to your height.

“Not now, Neville,” you murmured in a watery voice before continuing on in a hurry. Draco saw and sniggered softly.

“Oi, Longbottom.” Neville turned his head to face the other boy with a frown. “I didn’t know that short and fat was your type. Or were you trying to set her up with your toad?” Neville felt his blood boil in anger and was ready to walk up to Draco until Fred and George came along, both of whom looped their arms through his

“Now is not the time, little Longbottom,” said Fred. “Yeah, that is not the right battle to chose,” George confirmed.

“B-but he was insulting (Y/N)! He made her cry just now,” he exclaimed, allowing the twins to drag him back to the common room.

“Yes, yes. Confess your undying love to her later, but for now, we need something else from you.” Neville sighed as he walked into the common room with the two, thoughts of you and the ordeal with Draco pushed to the back of his mind.

About a week out until the Yule Ball, the heads of all the house began to teach their students to dance. Professor Sprout, around the time of your second practice, was unable to teach the Hufflepuffs, and asked Professor McGonagall to teach the Hufflepuffs with the Gryffindors. McGonagall agreed easily, and you soon found yourself standing to the side with the other females.

You laughed with the others when Ron was asked to dance with the professor. When she told everyone to begin pairing up, you stood there for a long moment. Who would you dance with? That question was answered for you quickly when you felt a strong hand on your shoulder. Turning, you saw Neville, his face holding a light blush as he looked at you.

“(Y/N), would you like to dance?” He asked shakily. You nodded and took his hand, blushing softly when his left hand came into contact with your hip. You slid your hand up to his shoulder, blushing more when you felt the surprising amount of muscle under his jumper.

The two of you danced in silence for a bit before you began to speak. “I’m sorry. For being so rude the other day. I know you were just trying to help,” you murmured softly.

“That’s what friends do, right?” Instantly, he was cursing himself for saying friends when he saw the deflated look on your face. In all honesty, you had a crush on the sweet boy. What you didn’t know was that he reciprocate those feelings.

Before either of you could speak again, the Weasley twins were bumping into you. They changed partners with you and Neville, rather smoothly to be honest. Fred took your hand and smirked as George began dancing with Neville. You couldn’t help the burst of laughter as George and Neville danced.

It seemed like forever, but the Yule Ball finally rolled around. You stood at the entrance, watching as your friends entered with their dates. The small smirk of victory was hard to hide as you continued into the Great Hall, now set up for the dance.

There was a part of you, albeit a rather small part, that was saddened by the fact that no one had asked you to the Ball, but you couldn’t be mad. You had put so much work into the matchmaking and into your dress that you didn’t really have time to think of who would ask you. And you truly were proud of yourself. The couples you out together all looked happy, even Draco with Pansy. Plus, the dress you had made looked stunning on you. Typically, you were humble about your looks though you saw yourself as absolutely adorable 110 percent of the time. This time, however, you would allow yourself to be almost arrogant in your looks for the night. The dress had a fitted bodice (which was an absolute pain to stitch) that flowed out in a dramatic flair past your waist. A sheer fabric covered your chest and arms and was dotted with pearls that glimmered in their opalescent beauty. The gown was gold in color and glitter and pearls shown in a waterfall down the skirt, the very end being completely dipped in the stuff while the top had barely a sprinkling. To say you were proud wasn’t even enough to cover it.

Sitting at a table by yourself, you watched as people began to dance. You smiled softly when you saw all the couples you had paired up waltzing, at least semi-awkwardly. The hall was crowded, and no one came to talk to you since they were all busying dancing, so you decided to leave early and find something else to do.

Someone did see you though. Neville frowned softly as he watched you walk out of the hall by yourself. He thought you were absolutely drop-dead gorgeous in your gown, but was too nervous to walk up to you and ask you to dance, despite the pressure from the Weasley twins to “grow up and bloody ask her.” But after a look from the twins, he excused himself from Ginny and chased after you.

He found you sitting on a bench outside, staring up at the stars. You didn’t hear him walk up, too engulfed in your own thoughts to really notice anything. When he placed his hand on your shoulder, you jumped slightly, but relaxed when you realized who it was.

“Can I sit?” He asked softly, to which you replied with a soft nod. “(Y/N), are you okay?” No reply. “I know what Draco said to you the other day. Well, I can take a guess, anyways.” He saw you flinch and, after a second of nervous debate, reached out to grab your hand from your lap gently.

Your face blossomed into a dusty blush as you looked down at your entwined hands. “Neville, it’s okay. Really, it’s fi-...” He cut you off quickly.

“But it isn’t okay, (Y/N)! He’s making fun of you just because you don’t fit his standard of beauty. You are beautiful, though. I don’t think that there is a single thing wrong with you.” The blush on your face deepened as you looked up at Neville.

“Neville, I’m usually… okay with how I look. He just says silly things like that because he’s just an awful boy,” you said softly. “Thank you though, Neville.” Leaning up, you placed a soft kiss to his cheek, giggling quietly when you saw a blush begin to bloom on his neck.

The two of you sat there a while longer, you resting your head on his shoulder softly. “Would you care to dance?” He asked softly, turning to look down at you. You raised your head to look at him, your brow quirked curiously at him. With a soft laugh, you nod and allow him to take your hands. He pulled you to your feet. Rather than the dancing that you had practiced with Professor McGonagall, he placed your hands around his neck and moved his own to your waist. “Is this alright?” He asked, smiling broadly as you nodded.

Leaning forward, you placed your head on his chest, finding comfort in his heartbeat. He pulled you close, resting his head near yours, humming the lyrics of some song you didn’t know.

“(Y/N), I really like you,” he burst out after a silent minute of dancing. “More than just a friend, too.” He looked down at you, smiling softly when he felt your grasp on him tighten.

“I like you too, Neville,” was your only reply. But that was all he needed. Little did you two know that two certain Weasleys stood under the doorway, watching you two dance with smirks plastered on their faces.

So standing there under the canvas of stars, you decided that playing matchmaker was fun, but a match made in heaven (or at the hands of the Weasley twins) was better than anything you could have done yourself.

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ao3feed-dramione · 3 years

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Ring Chaos

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3mtXyDa

by Khaisworld

AU. Hermione Granger is a muggle who grew up reading Harry Potter books and fanfics, and suddenly finds herself on the Hogwarts Express in front of Draco Malfoy.

(In the Harry Potter books, Hermione’s name is Serena Wolf and Hermione always reads Draco x Serena fanfics.)

Words: 1533, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Luna Lovegood, Ron Weasley, Serena Wolf, Neville Longbottom, Severus Snape, Albus Dumbledore, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Cedric Diggory

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Strangers to Lovers, Sex, Love, Romance, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Hogwarts Era, Hogwarts Sixth Year, Death Eaters, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Possessive Behavior, Draco Malfoy & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Dark Hermione Granger

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #dramione #draco x hermione #dramione fanfic

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hp-imagines-07 · 4 years

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Angel that fell from heaven - Part 1

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Viktor Krum x Fem!Reader

Universe: Harry Potter; The Golden Trio era

Type: fluffy

Summary: [y/n] goes to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys but something went wrong and the Bulgarian Seeker, Viktor Krum ends saving her.

Request: yes|NO

Prompt: xxx

Warnings: swear

Song: xxx

Word Count: 1.3K

Posted: 17th of April 2020

A/N: i think krum deserves more, he's so perfect omg

My Others Accounts: @obx-imagines-07 (Outer Banks) | @stit-imagines-07 (Stranger Things & IT) | @mcu-imagines-07 (Marvel Comics Universe)

MY MASTERLIST

You always loved quidditch.

But your moms never liked the sport, they say that they don't like seeing people so far from the floor.

Even if that is why you love so much quidditch! It's so different from all the other games, it's always so exciting.

And when the twins invited you to go with them to the Quidditch World Cup, you got so happy and excited that even that your mothers didn't liked the sport, they couldn't say no to their daughter.

So, when Molly, Fred and George came to take you, your moms did a few snacks and all of you spent the rest of the day chatting and having fun.

When it was time to go, your moms were literally the opposite of each other, one of them checked your stuff and the other was trying not to cry.

You said goodbye to them and went to the Weasleys.

When you got there, was already late and everyone was asleep, so you went to Ginny's bedroom and saw a few sheets and blanks at the floor, next to Hermione.

Your bags were at the living room, so you fell asleep with the clothes that you were using.

The Next Day...

You woke up, knowing that today was the day.

So you jumped out of your "bed" and saw your bags at the corner of the room that you were, right now alone.

You brushed your teeth, changed to another clothes that were more comfy to wear at the morning and went downstairs, seeing everyone at the kitchen laughing at something stupid that George said.

"What are we laughing at ?" You asked and sat down between Ginny and Ron, in front of Hermione.

"We were talking about how the Bulgarian Team is shitty !" You all laughed at the face that Ron did for his brothers.

"I don't think so." You said after breathing and stoping laughing.

"[y/n] just says it because of the seeker of the team." Fred say and you just roll your eyes, knowing that it's true.

"You're right, Freddie. She thinks he's cuuuute." George complete and you blush a little bit while everyone laugh.

"C'mom [y/l/n], that's disgusting ! He's old for you." Ron say and you look at him, pretending to be offended.

"But Ron, we have the same age !" You say and everyone looks at you, asking what does that mean. "We all know that Ron is in love with Krum."

Everyone laugh with you, but Ron looks at you with an angry expression and you send a kiss to him, making everyone laugh more and Ron blush that he was at the same color as his hair.

With a few more talks and laughs, you all finish your breakfast and went to get ready to go.

When everyone was ready, you said goodbye to Molly and went with Arthur to the woods.

The boys were going a little bit faster, so they were at your front, while you talked with Hermione and Ginny about how was to live with 2 moms.

"Now, I want to have two moms !" Ginny said, pretending to be sad and you laugh, while Mione agreed with her.

"Girls." Mr. Weasley called you and you saw a man, that just recognized as Cedric's father.

"Hey, Mr. Diggory." you said, passing by everyone, who looked at you like you were an alien.

"Hello, Mrs. [y/l/n]." he shook your hand and his son appeared giving his best smile to you.

"[y/n/n] !" Cedric hugged you tight, trying to forget all the time at the summer break he passed missing you.

When he let you go, you saw all your friends with confused looks at you both.

"Sorry guys, that's Cedric Diggory. He's at Hogwarts with us, but Cedric's from Hufflepuff." You explained and everyone seemed to understand, so they all introduced theirselves to your friend and you continued your walk.

"Girl, let me talk to you." Hermione said pulling aside everyone and looking at your eyes "How do you do it ? Could you teach me something ? Like, literally anything."

"Wait, what are we talking about ?" You asked, totally confused about the conversation and Ginny come along with you two.

"Like, how can you have all the guys for you ?" Hermione asked and Ginny looked at you with her, and the two girls saw your confused face.

"Fred, George, Cedric, Harry, Draco, Seamus." Ginny started to count.

"And even Gregory Goyle fancies you." Hermione completed her friend.

"Wait, what ???????????" You asked confused but the girls didn't payed attention.

"Yes, and don't forget that Nigel is basically in love with her!" Ginny finished and the girls laughed.

"wHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT ???????????"

"Wait, you really don't get it ?" Mione asked and you just shook your head saying no.

"Like, you don't see that you can have any guy that you want? Literally anyone?" The Weasley girl asked and you did he same that you did at the least question.

"Wow, that's something that I was not expecting..." Hermione said and after she completed. "I even wanted some tips."

"Everyone, come here." Mr. Weasley called and you all went to him, seeing a shoe. "That's a portal key, we all should hold it and let it go when I say so."

You all touched the portal key and before you knew it, you were at the Quidditch World Cup.

Time Skip To The Game...

You changed into your favorite pair of jeans, a sweatshirt of your favorite muggle band and your black boots. Your hair was naturally down and your make up was just a light blush, mascara, lip gloss and an eyeliner.

When you got at the stadium, your heart was beating so fast, that you thought it would explode.

You were going to your places, when you heard a familiar voice and you all looked down at Draco and Lucius Malfoy.

Draco talked with Harry and Lucius talked to Arthur, but they stopped discussing when you showed up.

"Malfoy." You said and if you were closer, you would see him got goosebumps.

"[y/l/n], what a surprise." Draco said with his low voice to not show weakness for you and, even don't being attracted to him, you could say that summer break did well for him.

You didn't had time to answer him, because the twins pulled you out of his vision and you all continued your way.

As you got at your seats, the "show" started.

Everything was just as perfect as you though it would be, but what was way better, was when Viktor Krum appeared with the Bulgarian Team.

Every single person that was watching, was screaming and clapping at him.

"Yeah, Krum is cute as hell !" Was all you could think, looking at him.

Your seats were kinda high - but the view was great - and you wanted to see him, just a little bit closer.

So you supported yourself at the thing in front of you and looked down, to try to see more stuff.

Well, that was not your best idea.

You were so distracted with everything that, you just woke up from your little daydream when Mr. Weasley warned you to be away from where you were.

But that was kinda late.

You got scared with his voice suddenly strong and when you were getting away, your feet stumbled in theirselves and before anyone could try to hold you, you were free falling.

Everything happened so fast that you could hear a few screams and several gasps and closed your eyes, waiting for the impact that your body would have at the floor.

And you just thought about your moms and the future that you would never have.

But then, you felt two strong arms holding your weak body and before you opened your eyes, you take a breath.

Like it was your last.

And, opening your eyes, you kinda felt that you were in heaven.

VIKTOR KRUM just saved your life.

"Hey, you're alright. I got you." He said and smiled at you, putting you sit at his broom.

You couldn't say anything at the moment - you almost died, c'mom - but the way you squished his body and your breath finally came back to normal, he knew he had found his angel that fell from heaven.

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storytellerssanctum · 4 years

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Petals & Thorns - chapter 2/?

Pairing: Fred Weasley x oc

Warnings: none

Word count: 2.5k

SONG OF THE CHAPTER - this city • sam fischer

The entrance hall was littered with excited children. She upturned her nose at the sight. Even the first years seemed to already hold a fear for her. They saw how the older students watched her and cowered away. They didn't want to get involved. She laughed to herself as she watched Peeve's begin his yearly mischief. That didn't hold her attention long, though. She felt a group following her as she presented herself into the great hall. Behind her followers, Draco carried himself with his own band of baboons. She hadn't given him a second look as they returned to the school. She let her feet take her to her seat. She always resumed the spot at the table closest to the professors. As she floated down the walkway, she caught eyes with Snape. He gave her a smile as he saw her face. She had always been his favourite student. She was quiet, intelligent, and in his house. She wasn't a show-off. Her brains were only revealed when she was called upon, and when she demonstrated it in her work. She didn't jump to answer questions, or shout out answers.

She sat on the bench. Pucey resumed his spot beside her. The rest of the boys filed down a line. She usually had them organized in the most important order to her. It went Adrian, then Marcus, and then Lucian. She didn't care where the other two situated themselves. Her brother sat across from her. It wasn't unusual that the Malfoy children held the head of the table. Although she didn't associate much with him, she expected him to follow her lead. Often times, she found Draco watching her. He wanted to be like her, but was too tempered to hold the same attitude. He followed her much like the rest of the boys, hoping to learn something from his sister. His feeling of inferiority was not hidden. He wanted his parents to look at him the way they did with her. Although she believed Draco was Lucius's favourite child, the youngest child did not believe this was true. He could never make his father as proud as he was of her.

The students crowded inside, taking their chairs at their respective tables. Addy watched as the Gryffindor table became populated. She scowled at the red and gold. She didn't have a particular distaste for a specific person. Just the thought of the big-headed occupants made her uneasy. She knew she was no better, holding herself like a god of Slytherin. At least she had purpose. Her last name gave her a reason to be conceited. The Gryffindor's thought they were superior merely for the fact they had Harry Potter in their house. He wasn't special. He survived the night of The Dark Lord purely by protection of his parents. She was well aware of the charm his mother casted on him with her love. He wasn't powerful, her sacrifice saved him. With a look to Dumbledore, McGonagall started the first years into their sorting. Although she was head of a house Addy hated, Adalinda held respect for her. She was a powerful wizard and a great teacher.

As each new Slytherin was sorted, their table erupted into chaotic cheers. She gave three claps for each, no more, no less. She didn't let a word escape her mouth as they walked over. They were only true Slytherin's in her eyes if they could prove themselves. The hat shouting a name didn't give them status, it gave them a challenge. They had to make her believe they were worthy of the title. Many upper-years still hadn't proven their place to her yet. Blaise Zabini was the only underclassman she accepted as a true Slytherin. He was calculated, smart, and showed many traits she admired. She thought of her brother and his other friends as unworthy. Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle were a disgrace in her eyes. They were stupid, angry, and everything else she disliked. They blindly followed her brother.

As the sorting finished, Dumbledore stood and bid them the right to begin their feast. The boys around her slobbered over their plates, causing her to glare at them. They picked up on her look, and calmed themselves down. If they wanted to be associated with her, they wouldn't present themselves as fools. She carefully arranged her plate with food. She ate slowly, avoiding any messiness. She didn't bother going back for seconds. Her parents had taught her it wasn't lady-like to do so. Her brother, on the other hand, gorged himself until he could barely breathe. She gave a snide expression at him. He looked down, nervously.

"Way to outdo yourself." She muttered. He didn't respond. She didn't have a chance to say anything else as Dumbledore presented himself at his podium.

"So, now that we're all fed and watered!" He started. The group of Slytherin's looked between themselves with a smile. "I must once more ask for your attention, while I give out a few notices." Everyone's eyes held him now. "Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-Yo's, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list compromises some four hundred and thirty seven items, I believe, can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office, if anyone would like to view it." She gave a small laugh as the words came from his mouth. She hated Filch, and nobody abided by his rules or lists.

"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forests on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is Hogsmeade to all below third year. It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not be taking place this year." Sounds of astonishment surrounded her. All of her friends were a part of the team. They were angry at the fact it would be taken away from them. Especially Marcus and Lucian, who were in their final year. She figured Marcus might still be able to play, as he still had a chance at failing.

"This is due to an event that will be starting in October, and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teachers' time and energy — but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts-" he was cut off as the doors of the hall swung open once again. They all turned to look, and observed Allistor 'Mad-Eye' Moody making his entrance. Dumbledore announced him as this years Defence Against the Dark Arts professor. Her group shared a look with each other as hushed chatter fell over the room.

"Mad-Eye," she scoffed. "This is bound to be interesting." She cackled quietly. Adrian laughed too, signalling for the rest of them to begin. She felt his hand snake onto her thigh under the table. Her breath stuck in her throat. She bit her tongue and let his fingers rest there.

"As I was saying," Dumbledore began again. "We are to have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year!" He hollered. Students erupted into cheering and excitement. She felt a smirk playing on her lips.

"Told you guys it'd be a good year." She reminded the boys around her.

"You're joking!" A voice hollered from the Gryffindor table. The whole hall broke out into a laughter. She craned her neck to see who it came from. She bit back a small smile when she saw the excited face of Fred Weasley. He was a boy she didn't cross paths with often, but he always made her laugh when she did. She hated to admit it, but she found his jokes and pranks quite amusing. Him and his brother brightened some of her worst days at Hogwarts. She had never shared an actual conversation with him, but he presented himself in many of her classes. His charming smile and bright personality was hard to be ignored. He had to be her favourite out of the lot of them. He was smart and ambitious enough to be a Slytherin. Adrian caught sight of her smile, thinking it was out of distaste.

"He's a bloody idiot, isn't he?" He asked, but her attention wasn't on him. She held it on the ginger boy across the dining hall. "Addy?" He asked again, gripping her thigh harder. She jumped out of surprise, receiving looks from her housemates. She knocked his hand out of the way, rubbing the tender skin he had caused a discomfort to. He had gripped it so hard it caused a stinging feeling. She let the thought drift from her mind.

"Hmm? Oh, yeah. He's definitely the biggest prat of them all." Her brother looked over at her after the encounter. His eyes held suspicion. He gave up when she shot him a glare.

"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he laughed as well before continuing. "Though now that you mention it, I did hear an excellent one over the summer about a troll, a hag, and a leprechaun who all go into a bar-" he was cut off again my McGonagall clearing her throat. "Er — but maybe this is not the time, no. Where was I? Ah, yes, the Triwizard Tournament. Well, some of you will not know what this tournament involves, so I hope those who do know will forgive me for giving a short explanation, and allow their attention to wander freely." Dumbledore derived into a speech about the history of the tournament. Draco caught her eyes from across the table once again. She hardened her jaw and kicked him forcibly in the shin. He let out a grunt of pain as Marcus and Adrian laughed.

"I never said you could look at me." She challenged. She knew why he was, though. He found himself aware of her staring at the Weasley boy. If word got back to her father about it, she would be in for a punishment. Her tactic of avoidance was to scare her brother into forgetting about it. To her relief, it worked. He never caught her glance again. Dumbledore finished his explanation in this time, and the Slytherin's returned their attention to the headmaster. He announced the impending arrival of Durmstrang and Beauxbatons. "Looks like you can be reunited with your Durmstrang friends." She shot at her sibling. He gave her a snide snarl. After this, Dumbledore announced the restrictions of the contest, including the age limit.

When they were dismissed from the hall, Adalinda found herself the first out. She walked slowly, waiting for her acquaintances to show themselves. She found herself in the way of everyone, and stepped backwards out of the way of a seventh year Ravenclaw. In doing so, she collided with another body. They both tumbled to the floor, and she found herself gasping in shock. As her arse hit the floor, her skirt rolled up enough to show the red finger-marks littering her leg. She scrambled to cover them. Whoever she had run into had gotten himself back up, and reached out a hand to help her. She grabbed it, gratefully. She was angry, first. She expected to yell at whoever had run into her. When she stood, her blue eyes fell deeply into a set of warm, brown ones. Goosebumps prickled her skin, and she found herself devoid of words. That was something she was not often. For the hand attached to hers belonged to nobody else but Fred Weasley, the previous holder of her attention. She swallowed hard as his gaze bored into her.

"Sorry about that, I'll be more careful next time." A ghost of a grin danced on his mouth, afraid to be on the end of a wrath. She didn't have a great reputation of kindness. His ginger hair fell into his eyes, framing his face.

"No! No, it was my fault. Don't worry about it." Her pink lips upturned into a genuine smile. His matched her actions.

"Adalinda, right? You're Draco's older sister." Of course he knew who she was. He was one of the hundreds who admired her. Even he wasn't spared to her beauty.

"Addy, just call me Addy." She rushed out. He gave a nod. She didn't love her full name. She much preferred her nickname from people she liked. She froze at her thought. Liked? No. She hated him, he was a blood traitor. She had to.

"I like it." He complimented. She moved to speak again, but was cut off by an angry voice beside them.

"Adalinda!" Adrian shouted. Fury was stripped into his tone. She looked down at their still intertwined palms. At her name being called, she drew her hand from his as if she had been burned. Fear collided in her features. Fred gave her a sad look, not wanting to get her in trouble.

"Next time, watch where you're going, Weasley!" She shouted, her usual personality making an appearance. Adrian seemed to relax at her harsh command. He was less angry with her. Fred's kind eyes held confusion at her sudden outburst, but he covered it easily. By now, her entire group had their eyes on her. "Don't ever speak to me again!" Her face held guilt as she shouted at him. Her heart broke as she yelled. She didn't want to be mean to him. He was kind to her, and he didn't deserve the treatment. He understood why she was doing it, and played along.

"I'm sorry, it was my fault." He backed away sheepishly. She upturned her nose at him, giving him an apologetic glance as she did so. The others didn't notice this. The only one who could see it was Fred.

"Don't let it happen again." She spat, returning to her flock of Slytherins. Her brothers eyes watched her suspiciously. The group of them set off to the dungeons, ready to retire for the night. As they passed, George joined his twins side.

"What was that about?" He asked, angrily. He didn't see the encounter before she had to yell at him. Fred wasn't upset at her words. Her actions when nobody was around proved her true personality. The stalked off to the Gryffindor common room. Fred stayed silent for a moment as they walked. He thought about her eyes, her apology as they stood. She told him to call her by her nickname. Fred had barely ever spoken a word to her in his life, but the glint in her eye and that straight toothed smile sent him into overdrive. He never got to see her beauty that close before.

"George, I think I just met the love of my life."

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by Cole22_Ann_Writings

Teenage hormones running ramped in the corridors of Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry. A battle with oneself feelings towards a certain witch and wizard. An over-controlling, emotionally, mentally, and sometimes physically abusive ex. An overprotective brother. A boy who refuses to admit his feelings for a certain fellow Slytherin girl. Come, take a seat, hold on, and enjoy the bumpy ride through the eyes of y/n Thronheart as she tells a story of love, lust, jealousy, possiviveness, control, and dominancy. Watch as she slowly pulls away from her friends and makes new ones and tries to fight her feelings for the one and only Draco Malfoy. Follow her through the journey of dating a boy her parents so desperately want her to end up with, only to be stripped of her pride and confidence. Watch as she's saved by the one person she wouldn't have expected to save her. Join the roller coaster of emotions as Draco discovers his dominant and possessive side when it comes to her. Watch as he tries to control the jealousy that courses through his veins when he sees her with another boy. Watch as love slowly grows between two people no one would ever expect to be capable of love.

Words: 13845, Chapters: 10/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Underage

Categories: F/M

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Scorpius Malfoy, Harry Potter, Albus Severus Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, George Weasley, Fred Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Rose Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Mattheo Riddle (yasmineamaro), Theodore Nott, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Albus Dumbledore, Severus Snape, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Minerva McGonagall, Rubeus Hagrid, Vincent Crabbe, Luna Lovegood, Gregory Goyle, Cho Chang, Cedric Diggory

Relationships: draco malfoy x you, Draco Malfoy x Reader, Draco Malfoy/Reader, Draco Malfoy/You

Additional Tags: Book 1: Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Book 2: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets, Book 3: Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban, Book 4: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Book 5: Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Book 6: Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Book 7: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Harry Potter Movies, Smut, Shameless Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Draco Malfoy Smut, BDSM, chocking, Spanking, Daddy Kink, Daddy Dom Draco Malfoy, Dom/sub, Jealousy, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Underage Sex, Shower Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Denial, Orgasm Control

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by VoiceOfDeath0AyaKnight

It had been a year since Peace among the Wizards and the Magical creatures finally came after so long. Only Dumbledore wasn't satisfied, will he ever be? Attacking an innocent party to get what he wants, can nothing stop him? how about the greed of another so strong it rewrites history. Join Harrison and Co. as they struggle to grow up.

This is the mixing of Checkmate you Lose, I want a Rematch and It's Wizard's Chess.

I do not own anything, Harry Potter, only an idea I had a long time ago. J.K.Rowling is the owner of Harry Potter universe and characters.

There is a lot of Guy x Guy. off and on Beta'd

Words: 3012, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply, Rape/Non-Con, Underage

Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi, Other

Relationships: Lucius Malfoy/James Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape, Lily Snape/Xenophilius Lovegood, Vincent Crabbe (sr)/Gregory Goyle (sr), Alice Longbottom/Frank Longbottom, Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Rodolphus Lestrange, Hermione Granger/Rabastan Lestrange, Gregory Goyle/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Tom Riddle, Dudley Dursley/Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood, Draco Malfoy/Fred Weasley/George Weasley, Regulus Black/Original Female Character(s), Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe/Original Character(s), arthur weasley/Minerva McGonagall, Bill Weasley/Charlie Weasley, Godric Gryffindor/Salazar Slytherin, Helga Hufflepuff/Rowena Ravenclaw, Dolores Umbridge/Molly Weasley, Loki/Thor (Marvel)

Additional Tags: Molly Weasley Bashing, Dolores Umbridge Being an Asshole, Dolores Umbridge Bashing, Ministry of Magic bashing, Dumbledore Bashing, Incest, Rape, mental and physical abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Teenage Drama, Teenage Rebellion, Dark Golden Trio, Thor and Loki are based off/are their Marvel forms more then anything., Greek gods, roman gods, the Devil - Freeform, Seven Deadly Sins, all seven are "kings" of their own ring of hell, I hope i tagged everything i needed too.

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Strategy // Draco x oc -- Ch. 15

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OSBORNE GRAHAM WAS RIGHT: Lucius Malfoy was escorted by Aurors the following morning and placed in a cell in Azkaban. Witnessing his father placed in magic-siphoning handcuffs should have made Draco angry, like it would have in the past, but he could only stare at his father's long, pale hair as he walked out the front door of the Manor. Lucius had attempted to say goodbye to his son, possibly something heartfelt, but Draco only nodded and laced his fingers with his mother's when her hand came by his side.

She squeezed his hand tight as Lucius turned away with the Aurors and the front doors closed loudly behind them. The slam was deafening and echoed throughout the entirety of Malfoy Manor. The paintings of the Malfoy ancestors watched in horror as Lucius Malfoy was lead away for the second time in his adulthood, both before Draco had finished his schooling. Draco could only stare at the doors and swallow, a complete stranger to the feelings he felt when his father was taken back in 5th year. Now... he was cold.

Narcissa squeezed her son's hand as weeping sounds escaped past her lips. Her other hand came up to press against the bright red lipstick that always adorned her face, stifling anymore cries while in the presence of her son. Her shoulders began to shake but every other muscle in her body was stiff as she watched the love of her life be lead away. Tears were welling up in her eyes but she seemed to broken to stop even the few that fell.

Draco wanted to express as little emotion to his mother as he did with his father, but he didn't want her to know he still held anger for being excluded from yet another secret. With his other hand, he lifted a finger to her face and pressed it against her soft, cool cheek and stopped a few tears from hitting the floor of the Manor.

"Don't cry, Mother," he answered softly. "It will be alright."

Narcissa smiled sadly, looking up towards his face with wet eyes. "I hope so, my son. I hope so."

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Unable to sleep after her meeting with Draco, Alexandra stayed up for most of the night working on her opening statement for Narcissa and Draco Malfoy. Thoughts about what outside business Narcissa could have had on the grounds of Hogwarts tried to plague her mind, but they were no match for the black ink that Alexandra refilled almost three times because her quill was had run out throughout the entire drafting process.

In her pajamas with arms folded over her chest, she stared at the ceiling and floor of her bedroom and let her ideas tumble from her lips as she walked in circles. That quill recorded speed, tone, and volume changes in order for her to contemplate the possible reactions that she would receive in the courtroom. That night, she never stuttered once. Confidence poured out through every word under the full moon light that leaked through her bedroom window, but she knew the statement could go either way.

The Malfoy's would need all the help they could get, especially if Narcissa had obtained new extra curricular activities.

That morning, she found her father at the dinner table while her grandmother poured him his morning cup of tea. His eyes were trained on case files, scanning over every scribbled word as it seemed like his quill was also put to work that past night.

"Father," Alexandra said once she entered the room. "I would like to run ideas by you for an opening statement."

Coming out of a trance, his eyes perked up and settled on his daughter. Osborne's eyes were red and droopy, indicating he hadn't slept much the night before either. He gestured for her to sit down next to him before her grandmother gave Alexandra a smile and left the room with the teapot.

Maybe you should leave it, Alexandra thought. I'm still running on adrenaline, he's barely running on fumes.

Alexandra handed her father the scroll that had been abused by her quill last night. Despite his outburst the evening prior, Osborne took the scroll with ease and possibly interest as well. With his finger slide along the scribbled words, his eyes scanned every inch of the words written. He made no comment about how many scattered ideas there were, nor how many full paragraphs were scratched out so harshly there was almost a rip in such a precious document.

She held her breath and fingered the hemming of her skirt as she waited for Osborne's feedback. Given everything that she had learned last night... this may have been the first time Alexandra was open to harsh critiques of her work.

"I think this is good," Osborne answered, looking up from the scroll after he had finished. "Once you put this all together... you will have done well."

It would have been polite to thank her father, but she didn't. She simply asked, "you don't have any suggestions?"

"I don't," Osborne responded before sighing. "it was good you started this without knowing the date of the trial, as Lucius and I will be going soon."

"Are Narcissa, Draco, and I welcome to attend?" Alexandra asked.

"On a first name basis, now, are we?" Osborne sighed, retraining his gaze on the papers in front of him. "Yes... you will be. I had thoughts of asking you to attend in my place, I have to admit."

"Why, father?" Alexandra asked, suddenly very worried.

Osborne sighed once again. "Draco may be difficult, but I would prefer late night meetings in comparison to what I have had to deal with when it comes to Lucius."

Osborne took off his spectacles and rubbed his eyes with his cracked and calloused hands. His forehead and frown lines seem to have grow deeper overnight, which caused Alexandra to wonder just how bad Lucius could have been.

This was one of the first times Alexandra had ever witnessed Osborne feeling insecure about a case he was going to present. She was also still wary of being in his presence because of the night prior, but Osborne was always nicer after an outburst. Nicer for Osborne, to clarify. In response, all the encouragement she could offer her father was, "you'll do well, father. I know you will."

He stared at his cup of tea for some time before lifting his gaze to meet his daughter's. Osborne's dark eyes glinted with the wetness of exhaustion that had probably been encasing his eyeballs for hours at that point. She had never seen this look from her father, and while it would be unproductive to even take a guess, Alexandra had a bad feeling that her father was looking at her with a combination of hopefulness and hopelessness.

Fear. That's all she felt. Utter fear.

Finally, Osborne spoke, "I hope so, Alexa. I hope so."

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