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theoriginalcarnivorousmuffin · 4 years ago

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"Tom Riddle effectively destroys the country from the inside out, which I believe was his true goal the entire time" (c) wait a second, so you think that he wasn't going to really take over or anything, just destroy the fuck out of w britain?

I have avoided this ask long enough.

I’ll start by saying that asking me about Tom Riddle is like staring down into a bottomless rabbit hole. We could travel down that path, but it is a dark and perilous journey, and by the end of it I will come out looking like the Mad Hatter.

It also requires a few prerequisites that you’re just going to accept as true (or else got off the crazy train here).

We know very little about Tom Riddle or Voldemort

What we do know of Tom Riddle comes to us from suspect sources

I’m just going to go out there and start with the basis that Tom is not crazy

Elaborating a little on number 1. We never actually see much of Tom Riddle or Voldemort directly. He’s a bit like Thanos in the MCU, or Palpatine in the first two movies of the Original Trilogy, he’s this looming threat that we pass by and glimpse every once in a while but never really get quality time with.

Generally, Voldemort makes an appearance in a moment of crisis.

He and Harry fight over the philosopher’s stone for Tom’s very survival. He and Harry fight over the diary for Tom’s very survival. He resurrects himself with Harry as a witness. We get those very strange dreams from Voldemort’s perspective (half of which we later learn are fabricated).

None of these really lend to our, or Harry’s for that matter, understanding of Tom Riddle. There’s too much going on, it usually happens far too fast, and there’s usually something Tom Riddle desperately wants or needs that eclipses all other concerns or else he has an audience.

This is part of the reason we get those Halfblood Prince pensieve lessons: Harry knows nothing of Tom Riddle and doesn’t understand him at all.

Which leads us, of course, to number 2, most of what we know about Tom Riddle comes from Dumbledore. I’ve talked about this before, so I won’t spend much time on it, but Dumbledore has a very clear agenda in relaying these memories to Harry. Dumbledore already has strong suspicions of what objects are horcruxes and where they’re located, he already has Snape as a very reliable agent to continue work when he’s gone, his job here is to convince Harry there is no path but suicide. And that involves portraying Tom Riddle as the most evil man who ever eviled, was born eviler than the antichrist, and will die eviler than the antichrist.

Now, does this make Tom necessarily good or bad? No.

However, it does mean when Dumbledore tells us things like, “See, Harry, an impoverished child was upset when I lit all his belongings on fire! What a monster!” (especially given that, in a similar situation, Harry thought it was hilarious when Hagrid gave Dudley a permanent physical deformity and Harry was told he was an angel child) we should take it with a very large grain of salt.

Right, so, with all that backdrop what I’m getting at is that a) we can’t take Dumbledore at his word b) even if we could he could be wrong c) Harry doesn’t have the introspection to be able to figure himself when a or b is happening. I won’t elaborate on this last much, suffice to say that Harry’s world is very black and white, divided into the camps of those who personally like him and those who don’t.

So, why do I think Tom’s goal was not to rule the wizarding world but instead to destroy it?

A few things.

First, there are so many easier ways he could have ended up ruling the wizarding world. More, even when he effectively does rule the wizarding world in book seven, he takes very strange actions so that he’s never directly in power.

Second, I never really bought Tom’s racism. It’s too convenient and too contradictory with his backstory.

The second first, because we’re going out of order today. I’ve gone over this before, but I don’t believe Tom had minions early and I think he was effectively treated as a muggleborn (see here and here) until he took on the Voldemort persona many decades later. I’m hard pressed to believe someone as intelligent, angry, and proud as Tom Riddle would willingly believe and accept he was inferior to the likes of Abraxas Malfoy. More, even if he wished he was a halfblood, I think the evidence of him being muggleborn would be stacked too high against him to deny even to himself (and when he finds out it’s not true, he has maybe a month or so before he realized that he’s the bastard son of a squib).

And it’s just so convenient. All the people with the power, with the money, who are itching for a cause against a threat that doesn’t really exist believe in blood purity. Ergo, Voldemort shows up suddenly espousing over the top blood purity rhetoric (rhetoric that directly clashes with his “there is only power” philosophy at that).

In other words, I think Tom Riddle gave himself a line that he knew would get him places very quickly.

And now for the first. For a guy who has had the entire country in the palm of his hands twice, one time taking it over in a bloodless coup, he’s really big on causing collateral damage and really small on actually doing the ruling thing.

The first wizarding war, Tom Riddle as Voldemort has the backing of the heirs of the most prestigious and wealthy noble houses save a select few. These are people with seats in the Wizengamot, which has a frightening control over the government itself (including the minister of magic). I imagine, in 1980 had Tom Riddle wanted to be elected as Minister of Magic, he would have been elected as Minister of Magic. If he wanted a friendly face in office then he probably could have made that happen to.

More than even this though, by this point, Tom had already won. By having control over the majority of the Wizengamot he owns the government. He’s done, it’s over, it’s finished, and many of the characters admit as much which is why Harry Potter was such a miracle. So why all the seemingly random, exceptionally pointless, terrorism?

One answer is that Voldemort is crazy bananas. And sure, I guess we can go with that, except for someone insane he’s oddly effective and very consistent.

I believe Tom was systematically destroying the very foundations of the country through its core aristocratic families. Within a few short years Tom decimates the Black family, it goes from having five heirs to none, and while some of this isn’t Tom’s fault he does take care of quite a few of them. He brands Lucius for life, while Lucius rises high in politics he never escapes the stigma of being a known Death Eater and in the end cannot escape the consequences for his actions. The Malfoy family is very nearly destroyed by the end of the series, had Draco died in the Fiendfyre. The LeStrange family, presumably decimated as well.

More, this is mostly me headcanoning, but I imagine Tom fuels an extremism that the Wizarding World had never contemplated. I imagine, previously, anti-muggleborn sentiment was probably fairly rampant among purebloods. Oh, some were very pro-muggleborn I’m sure, but I think most were fairly “eh” on the people and felt they were a drain on society (such as requiring constant funding for the obliviation department).

However, when Diagon Alley starts getting blown up every other week, when muggleborns start being tortured and murdered, when purebloods who aren’t anti-muggleborn enough are being tortured and murdered, this starts wigging people out in a way they’ve never wigged out before.

By the time we get to Harry Potter’s canon, it is now only a minority that are anti-muggleborn, and they’re perceived as raving lunatics. Nobody wants to be grouped with these people. Which, just goes to show, how much Voldemort rattles the wizarding world in a very small amount of time.

Then there’s Deathly Hallows, rather than become minister himself Voldemort installs a puppet minister. He shows no signs of wishing to change this and instead does things like destroy the sorting hat (which again shakes the very foundations of the wizarding world as whta will we do if we don’t know who’s a Gryffindor anymore?!)

So, where is this ramble going?

Given the results we see, that more than any others it seems to be the purebloods and often Tom’s own followers that suffer colossal losses, I think Tom’s actions are, in part, a means of vengeance against the entire damn wizarding world (but especially the purebloods).

He makes fools of these people, brands them as his slaves, and has them participate in the most over the top ridiculous rituals (the cloaks, the masks, the entire theatrics of it feels like Tom got drunk one night and planned this whole thing out). He destroys them entirely, and better, enables them to completely destroy themselves and the country they believe they’re trying to save.

Basically, I think by the time the series begins Tom is fueled by a nihilist rage that knows no bounds. But dammit all, the wizarding world is going to burn.

#ask #tom riddle #voldemort #anon

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izukuisbaby · 2 years ago

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hello i was wondering if i could participate in the celebration, i just found your account and i’m in love. congratulations by the way!! i’m about to turn eighteen next month which i’m somewhat excited for. a male character from the harry potter universe please.

okay,, personality wise i’m a virgo and an slytherin intj. some characters i kin is ron weasley, regulus black, jo march, max mayfield, gwen stacy, and well you get the idea. my favorite book genres are romance or literature with a strong female character. right now my current obsession is anne of green gables ( amazing movie btw if you hadn’t seen it ). i’m incredibly awkward and have bad anxiety. it takes me a while to open up and even longer before you see the “true” me. i am also very sarcastic and almost always have something witty to say and sometimes i blurt it out without even meaning too. a song that describes my aesthetic is cinnamon girl by lana del rey and uptown girl by billy joel. i have trust issues and find it absolutely hilarious if anyone shows any romantic interest in me but deep down i crave a relationship like ron and hermione or anne and gilbert. i’m the type of girl who would most likely only love/date once and once i do i would probably do anything for them and hope the same in return. the 2017 beauty and the beast movie always makes me cry cause of their love and songs. i love old films and music expanding from the 50s - early 90s but taylor swift and mitski is an exception. i’m super into astrology and spiritual stuff ( witchcraft and what not ).

appearance now.. i’m 5’3 with medium length brunette hair and coffee brown eyes that almost shines in the sun if you look close enough. i kinda look like a mix of lily collins and blair waldorf as i’ve been told ( with similar eyebrows like lily and eyes and face structure like blair and maybe body as well ). i always have my nails painted red and my toes black. my dress aesthetic changes constantly i think but it settles at girl next door with a little 90’s rockstar girlfriend and alot of dresses. that’s all and if you do this thank you so much!! <3

💌 FLORA'S MATCH-UP EVENT #4

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・❥ your song : play with fire - sam tinnesz

・❥ what is your relationship like :

ღ draco would never say this to anyone but he secretly yearns for a relationship similar to the ones he read about throughout his childhood

ღ i can see you two being extremely supportive of each other considering the fact that you both suffer from anxiety. it takes a while for you two to open up to people, you understand each other and vent just to one another.

ღ what he likes in your personality the most is how self-sufficient you are. you would do anything to be who you want and achieve your goals. he admires your constant motivation to do your best (also he thinks your sarcasm is incredibly hot but he would never tell that to anyone :)

ღ he's a very secretive person and would rather keep your relationship private for the most part. he also fears that he would put you in danger considering his family's situation. he would sometimes ask you to meet him in the room of requirements so that you could spend time with him away from people

ღ since he never expected to fall in love, he falls hard as soon as he sees how affectionate you are and how much you love him. he would do anything to protect you and to make you feel loved. he just tries his best to show how much he cares about you but he isn't good with words.

ღ he is extremely patient with you and knows how to deal with your sudden outburst of wittiness because he is quite witty as well so he relates to you a lot and that's something he really likes about you as well

・❥ texting your soulmate 👼🏻

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ghostdrew22 · 4 years ago

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Déjà vu? || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x ex!fem!reader Warnings: Idk if this is angsty or not because I initially thought it was but it feels a bit like soft sadness to me? Summary: Y/N getting deja vu as you watch Draco with his new girlfriend (H/N - her name)

WORDS : 1950

Lyrics from “Deja Vu” by Olivia Rodrigo (but I got lazy and only used certain parts)

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Car rides to Malibu Strawberry ice cream, one spoon for two And tradin' jackets Laughin’ 'bout how small it looks on you (Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)

“Draco stop!” A voice exclaims before being followed by laughter. You know that you shouldn’t turn around, that it’ll hurt too much, but it’s been said many times that curiosity killed the cat.

He’s holding the very same ice cream order, strawberry and pistachio, and sporting that familiar warm smile that used to comfort you when you got a brain freeze from the ice cream. It had been your idea, ice cream in November, and he’d hated it at first but grew to love it just because it made you happy. That very same order that you’d made him try, strawberry and pistachio, but not for the two of you this time.

It’s difficult to know what you were expecting, something new? Different? A part of you had always known, even while you were the one in H/N’s position, that your moments with Draco would soon be documented and used for a modern remake. If your relationship had been a book, theirs is the movie adaption. If your relationship had been a song, theirs is a cover band’s rendition. Maybe, deep down, you were expecting just this- to see him treating her the same way that he’d treated you.

Those pale hands, that used to fit so comfortably in the expanse of your own, are now tucked safely in-between hers. Oceans of blue that used to run over your shivering figure every November when you made this exact Hogsmeade trip, are now tracing the lines of her face and committing them to memory. Lips, cold and slightly chapped, that were once coaxing laughter from your lungs with horrible puns and crude observations, are now completely and utterly consumed with the sole objective of entertaining her the very same way that they entertained you.

It’s a bitter sight, one would think, but you can’t bring yourself to be jealous. It’s an odd sort of feeling, deja vu, to know that once this moment belonged to you, and now you have to watch it play out in front of you. You know what’s going to happen, down to the footprints that’ll stain the path back to Hogwarts, but this time it’s not you. This time, even though you know what’s going to happen next, it’s not your laughter that’ll be filling the silence as he walks back to school.

Watching reruns of Glee Bein’ annoying, singin’ in harmony I bet she’s bragging to all her friends, saying you’re so unique, hmm

“Draco’s obsessed with this muggle show called Glee. He makes me sing along with him every time we watch it.” She says with a small laugh and a shy smile.

Why, in God’s name, did you decide to study in the library today? Sitting on the other side of the bookshelf behind you, with Millicent Bulstrode, is H/N.

“That’s horrendous.” Millicent replies with a laugh. Maybe if you’d tried harder to be friends with her then she would’ve told H/N that Draco used to do that with you too, that you’re the one who introduced him to muggle tv shows in the first place.

“It’s cute, he’s so… different.”

You swallow hard and try to pour your focus back into your books. That tone, sweet and infatuated, was the tone you used only months before when you spoke about him too. Once again you’re on the other side of the looking glass, staring back at a distorted reflection of yourself. It had been you bragging, drowning quite innocently in your adoration for him and feeling the need to sing your praises out to the world.

Way back when, you were the one forcing him to learn the lyrics to all of your favourite songs. The two of you would lose track of time singing along with the actors and complaining about the unnecessary drama, it was this little world that the two of you created. But now that world, that you built on love and trust, can no longer afford to accommodate you both. Now it’s his world with her.

Without even realising it you start to wonder how it must be when he’s with her. Does she sing off-key too? Does he pepper her with kisses after and make fun of her singing? Do they binge watch episodes or only do one at a time? Does his laugh still drown out the talking whenever something ridiculous happens? Is his favourite character still Sue?

How many pieces of your time together did he take from the puzzle, to form a new one with her?

So when you gonna tell her that we did that, too? She thinks it's special, but it's all reused That was our place, I found it first I made the jokes you tell to her when she's with you

“This alcove is where I come when I want to be alone, no one really comes here.”

No one but me, you think to yourself as you stop in the hallway and overhear Draco whispering to her. Of course he took her to your alcove, why wouldn’t he?

A part of you wishes that he’d tell her that it was you who found this spot, that it was you who’d trudged along the castle one night in a desperate search for some peace and quiet. You want her to know that this was your safe space, that you were the one who invited him there and allowed him to relish in the safety that it provided. It was you who laced your fingers together with his own and dragged him behind you until you’d landed in the spot, you who had to listen to his complaints about how small and cramped it was until he finally got comfortable and fell in love with it. You were the one he used to wrap his arms around and make promises to in the silence of the night, when nothing beside the two of you existed in that alcove.

It’s all blurring together, then and now are nothing but two sides of the same rusted coin. How can you possibly distinguish between your memories and reality when the boundaries keep crossing?

You almost want to laugh at how identical your relationship was to the one they have now. Jokes that you came up with in the sludge of sleepiness, when the two of you used to hide out here on nights when you both felt sad, are now being repeated into the very same air that you breathed only months ago. Promises that you’d both agreed to back then, are being remade in the safety of the night that now belongs to them.

“I love you.”

And

“Forever.”

Are being whispered between the two of them, assurances and pacts to be together till the end of time.

But now you wonder, how long is forever?

Do you get déjà vu when she’s with you? Do you get déjà vu? (Ah), hmm Do you get déjà vu, huh?

The smell of toast and freshly scrambled eggs wafts through the Great Hall and you struggle to resist the urge to moan out in excitement. Breakfast is your favourite meal and, really, the only meal that’s worth anything. As you plop down in your seat and start to pack your plate in your food you fail to notice, in your sheer joy, that Draco’s sitting across from you with H/N by his side.

It’s not until you’re done piling up your favourites, like an Olympic gold medalist in training, that you notice the couple sat across from you. You observe discreetly as Draco outstretches his hand all over the table to get whatever she wants to eat, and you have to struggle to focus as a wave of déjà vu washes over you.

When had you stopped being the one he arranged plates for? When had he started saving a spot beside him for her, and not you? Literally you know that the answer is roughly around 3 or 4 months ago when the two of you had broken up, but he’d stopped being yours a long time before then and you’d both known it. Little moments of love, that had been the basis of your relationship, had fizzled out into distant memories way before you’d both decided to call it quits.

“Butter or jam, Y/N?”

You’re about to answer, on instinct really, when you realise that he’s not even speaking to you.

But he said your name. Didn’t he?

Do you call her, almost say my name? ‘Cause let’s be honest, we kinda do sound the same Another actress I hate to think that I was just your type

“It was mortifying!” You exclaim as you recount the events of earlier to your best friend.

“How bad could it have possibly been?” She asks with a laugh as she settles into your bed comfortably.

“He looked her dead in the eyes, and called her ‘Y/N’, and to make it one hundred times worse, I was sitting across from them when he did it so they both immediately turned to look at me!” You cry out in embarrassment as you drop your face in a pillow. “I’ve never prayed so hard for the ground to open up and swallow me whole.” You mumble against the fabric and you hear her laugh again.

“Why are you so embarrassed? It wasn’t your mistake.”

“It’s not about that, it’s about how easy it would’ve been for us to return to our roles as boyfriend and girlfriend. I almost answered him!” You sigh. “It’s been what? 3? 4 months? And my mouth still acts on muscle memory. We’re so familiar to each other that we still act on instinct.”

“Are you sure it’s not just because your names sound so similar?” She raises her eyebrows at you and you scoff. “Really? Y/N and H/N sound nothing alike?”

“Nope, not at all.”

“Okay, if you say so.” She shrugs, “But deep down I think all three of you know that there’s more similarities present than you’d like to account for.”

You huff in response and cross your arms. Is she right? Does Draco have a type?

Even worse, are you just Draco’s type? Nothing more and nothing less than just another girl who ticks all of his favourite boxes?

I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu I know you get déjà vu

It’s on one morning, on one of your good mornings, that it happens.

Months of watching the two of them recreate the love that you’d had with him, suffering in silence and scolding yourself for thinking such awful things about them, finally come to a halt when you receive the acknowledgment that you’ve been so desperately craving.

She walks onto platform 9 and 3/4 in a dress, a purple dress that looks eerily similar to the one you’d worn two years before on this exact platform. She’s smiling brightly, excited for the new school year, and Draco’s waiting for her by the door with a smile that’s just as bright. When his eyes catch her own and she slips her hand into his, he stumbles backward in shock slightly. He immediately looks away from her and searches the crowd, scanning over people climbing into the train and saying goodbye to their families, in a desperate attempt to find you.

It’s too much for him, to see her standing before him and looking like a replica of you, and he needs some sort confirmation to know that he’s not imagining this similarity. The dress wraps around her waist the same way that yours had wrapped around your own waist, and it compliments her skin in a way that’s hauntingly memorable. He knows that he’s seen all of this before, and he knows that it wasn’t with her.

You’re standing a few paces away from the door, watching the scene unfold, and when his ocean blues finally meet yours, you know.

He smiles at you, the first time he’s done so since you broke up, and mouthes exactly what the two of you need to hear.

“Déjà vu.”

And then it’s over- the moment, the agony, the months of confusion- it’s all packed up into a neat box and stored away. He turns with her and they walk into the train together, happily.

You remember this, being the one in her position and walking by his side. You remember the feeling of utter joy that had consumed you, it’s all the same really.

But maybe this time when he promises forever, he’ll mean it.

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This was meant to be way angstier but I got lazy and ended up just wanting to write it out before I ran out of love for the idea.

Anyway, I kind of like it...

love you all,

jean <3

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awigglycultist · 2 years ago

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Pt 1 of The Guide: Starkid/Team Starkid/Starkid Productions (SK). I can't really think of much to say about them as whole. They make musicals and few webseries. I love them. They got started off in 2009 in college thanks to Harry Potter. I'll get into the more later.

Little White Lie (LWL). This is a webseries not a musical but it has plenty of songs in it. This was actually made before AVPM though it wasn't uploaded until after. It absolutely screams early 2000s. Everything about it is very early 2000s. Will probably give you the same vibes as Zoey101 if you watched that show. Ends on a cliff hanger, they were gonna make a season 2 but never did, tho there is a summary of how it would've gone. Its pretty short. It's good, it was one of the first things they made so not 10/10 but it's certainly not bad. It's Dear Evan Hansen but better.

Summary: Brother and Sister Duder and Sami Reese are a band that suck. After someone else gets into an accident they decide to lie and steal all their music to make it big.

A Very Potter Musical (AVPM). Was the first musical of theirs to go on youtube (bc it was cheaper than making DVDs for their family), and launched Starkid bc it went viral in the Harry Potter fandom, and thanks to this they kept making musicals and putting them on youtube. Made back in college, it's simple, funny, especially if you like Harry Potter, not amazing quality, and that goes for several of their early musicals, but hey it was 2009, it's kinda a mix of a few of the books and doesn't really take place durning a set year of school. Have you that hufflepuffs are particularly good finders? Or heard the audio "did someone say Draco Malfoy!?" both of those come from this. Also btw there's three Very Potter musicals and together their knows as A Very Potter Trilogy (AVPT). Also, Starkid hate JKR so dw about if you'd be supporting ppl who support her.

Summary: Uhm I'm honestly not really sure how to explain the plot to it. Ginny tries to get with Harry, Harry tries to get with Cho Chang, the tri wizard tournament happens, Quirrell has Voldemort attached to him and Voldemort plans on destroying Hogwarts.

Me and My Dick (MAMD). Ppl have anthropomorphic genitals. It's pretty sexual. But also funny and honestly a pretty sweet and cute story when get past the innuendos.

Summary: This dude named Joey is best friends with his dick (named Dick). He has a crush on this hot popular girl. Meanwhile his friend Sally has a crush on him. Joey and Dick get into an argument and quite literally Dick like unattaches himself and runs away.

A Very Potter Sequel (AVPS). Takes place in their first year of school. It's probably the most liked of AVPT, and it's definitely my favorite of AVPT. Warning the depiction of Umbridge in this is a bit transphobic but they've apologized for this.

Summary: Lucius Malfoy wants to get rid of Harry Potter once for all, so he travels back in time to Harry's first year at Hogwarts to do so.

Starship. Quite long. Imagine The Little Mermaid but instead of Mermaids it's a planet of huge bugs and instead of ppl on a boat it's astronauts. Or maybe imagine the Bee Movie but space. It's great. Theres also a subplot romance of a robot and one of the human astronauts. It's hilarious, it's fun, it's a good story, it's a long one, definitely one of my faves. Not gonna explain the plot bc it really is very similar to the plot of The Little Mermaid, but also it has more characters and is better (sorry Little Mermaid, space bugs are better and cooler).

Holy Musical B@man. A Batman parody. It's more like Lego Batman then any other Batman movie. It's a parody, it's not serious, it's just stupid and silly and fun. Lots of puns. It's ridiculous in a good way. My dad likes this one. Have you heard "I wanna be a modern dancer!"

Summary: Batman is sad and lonely. Superman is a jerk. Alfred finds Robin and is like "hey Batman check out this orphan kid!" in an attempt to get him a friend. They ofc become best friends. Sweet Tooth (basically The Joker) wrangles all the villains together to properly take over Gotham for once and for all.

A Very Potter Senior Year (AVPSY). Sorta fan fair, and it's a sweet ending to the trilogy. A lot of ppl are put off by the stage and the fact they're holding scripts, but: they performed this at a convention, and they only had two days to rehearse. So if you can look past that it's good (at least imo). Takes place in their last year. Long.

Summary: Gildroy Lockhart is a new professor at Hogwarts and everyone's lost interest in Harry and only cares about Gildroy and Harry is not happy about it, until he find out that Voldemort has returned.

Twisted: The Untold Story of a Royal Vizier (or just Twisted). It's like Wicked but for Aladdin. It's amazing and awesome and fantastic and the best. An amazing mix of humor and seriousness. Amazing music. Amazing story. Amazing acting. Literally everything is amazing.

Summary: Aladdin but Jafar is the protagonist/hero. Trailer

ANI: A Parody (or just ANI). It's a parody of Star Wars. Also makes Darth Vadar the good guy for the most part but not really inspired by Wicked like Twisted is, in Twisted the point is that Ja'far is the good guy, in this its not the point. A lot of ppl don't like ANI bc they find it not very funny and the way the music is done strange. It's not a typical musical, the actors on stage aren't the ones singing, they still have choreo to the songs tho. Personally it's definitely not my favorite but it has some really funny characters in it though I'm sure it's best enjoyed if you actually know Star Wars.

Summary: Anakin is a little loser man and no one likes him but he used to pod race and he now he's gotta prove that he still has it in him and pod race once again. Trailer

The Trail To Oregon (TTO). It's a parody of the game The Oregon Trail. It's got quite a bit of potty humour, well particularly the ending, but overall it's still very funny. It's, I believe, the shortest SK musical. My dad likes this one a lot too.

Summary: Follows a dysfunctional family and their journey down the Oregon Trail. The dad is an idiot. The mom is overbearing but also the only one with sense. The son is a 7 yr old boy so ofc he's stupid too. The daughter is a typical teen girl. And the grandfather hates the dad (his stepson). The daughter falls in love with this mysterious cool man who then kidnaps her! Oh no he evil! The family breaks apart but then ofc has to bands together to save their daughter. You also get to pick the ending you want, it's all really the same ending you're just changing who sings and getting to hear a couple different jokes. Trailer (skip to 1:23)

Firebringer. The dawn of humanity. Dumb cave people. Dumb gay cave women. Like ANI it's not the funniest as a whole to me or to most people, but it does have one of the funniest characters, it does also have some really cool music. But it is a really fun and great story. Have you ever seen the "I don't really wanna do the work today?" vine/meme? Or heard the "what if I tried something new and it-" "backfired!" audio? Both of those come from this.

Summary: Zazzalil invents the spear but Jemilla is like "no that's dangerous!" the whole thing is kinda about safety vs innovation. Also Jemilla is the leader of the tribe. Then Zazzalil accidentally discovers fire and kicks Jemilla out and becomes the new leader. Turns out fire is very dangerous oopsie! Also there's this big saber toothed tiger thing that everyone's afraid and they decide to go kill, Also the ending is VERY suprising and unexpected (although the writers somehow thought everyone would except it) Trailer

Movies Musicals and Me (MM&M). It's a short webseries wheres there's no real plot exactly. It's just an excuse really to make parody songs for fake musicals. It follows a guy whose been in all of these musicals and is iconic and stuff but he's also super egotistical and the series has him going through singing different songs for the musicals he's been in and talking a bit about them along with others who were in those musicals with him or directed or produced or are a fan or something also taking about him and how Great™ he is. Trailer (which explains the series better than I did I feel like)

VHS Christmas Carol (VHSCC). It's they're shortest musical, being only one act, and unlike their other musicals it's 100% songs. It's easily one of my favorite Starkid shows and I could watch it a million times in a row. It has some the best songs of all their shows, it's so hard to choose a favorite.

It's the classic Charles Dickens tale A Christmas Carol but a musical and in the 80s! Originally it was done in 2020 with everyone in front of greenscreens and edited together to give it an 80's vhs tape vibe. In 2021 they a did a short live run of the show still with an 80's vhs background and 80's clothes, this is the version that's on youtube. Trailers: first, second

#starkid #team starkid #starkid productions

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noididntdude · 4 years ago

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How i got into the cissamione ship, an elaboration 😅:

- i used to be a fleurmione shipper but i felt like there's always something missing. even when i've read a lot of fanfics, for me there's just something lacking there

- there's also the famous bellamione ship but just nope, nope, it's not for me. i mean if u ship it that's cool, u're cool. i tried but i just... can't get into it

- during these times i had brief glances of the cissamione tags but was never curious enough. i found out that it's the ship between hermione and narcissa malfoy, draco's mom, and i thought 'huh?' coz the narcissa i knew was the one in the movie

- then this pandemic happened and i was so bored. i already read and re-read the fleurmione fanfics that i liked, i even tried the hermione x ginny and the pansmione but they're not enough and not my taste, so i decided to try and delve into the mysterious hermione x narcissa ship and wow! was it one of the best things that happened to me this year!

- i read the short fics first and boom! i was hooked. so i researched about narcissa malfoy nee black and i. fell. in. love. what an amazing character, the way she was described in the book- blonde, unlike her sisters; elegant and prissy, the picture of a royal pure-blood; protective and caring, as a mother; and oh so mysterious, in a most alluring way. like, you can do a lot with a character like her and the awesome writers of the cissamione fandom deliver. the long fics are beautiful pieces of art. they really sell the dynamics between the heroines and as i read the fanfics, i knew; this is what i was looking for.

Why i ship this lovely pairing:

- first, let's look at hermione granger- this wonderful, sublime, and intelligent young woman can show both some of the positives and negatives of youth. the pros of youth u can see in hermione: energy, vibrancy, curiousity, spontaneity, innocence, wittiness, endless possibilities as she have a lot of room to grow. now the cons: brashness, self-righteousness, ignorance(she still doesn't know much since she lack experience), tends to be emotional or moody, misplaced judgements, can be harsh with punishments, prone to depression

*now, narcissa malfoy nee black, this beautiful, enigmatic, and cunning woman can show some of the good and bad sides of being someone of her age. the good ones: maturity, being at her prime (she's a witch), levelheadedness, wisdom(from her family and her experiences), balance, politeness, awareness. the bad ones: can be quite controlling, compares her time with the now, rigidness, have a lot of things to look back to that she tends to forget to focus on the present and look forward to the future, likely to overthink, can be dependent to wine, regretfulness

- next, the house they belong to.

*hermione, the gryffindor is- chivalrous, noble, brave and determined but can be reckless, stubborn, and tactless

*while narcissa, the slytherin is- subtle, resourceful, reasonable and a good leader (she led her family out of the mess that Lucius put them in) but she can be pessismistic, secretive, vengeful and resentful

-there's also their aesthetics

*hermione granger's descriptions in the books and fanfics always makes me picture vivid colors. They can be bright or dark hues but they are definitely vivid. She's like this bursts of colors everywhere she goes, not just because of her physical appearance but mostly because of her personality.

*narcissa black's descriptions in the books and in the fanfics always leaves me with the impression of soft colors with underlying shades. narcissa's outward appearance is always said to be pleasing to the eyes but the usual expressions on her face are not good for the heart. her fairness is both an advantage and disadvantage for her. that's why she definitely trained herself to seem delicate when it is needed and look impenetrable when it is necessary. in the books during the war u can see her being soft colors as she preferred to be in the background, but when it comes to protecting her family u will notice her shades.

- lastly, the way they love.

when u're looking for a life partner, unconciously the one that you really examine is the way they care for others. it can be because u want to experience that special care for ur own or u want to learn how to care like that (like that person can or will inspire u to love like them) or u want both.

*hermione granger, being an only child, is a bit open with her love. her strong desire to prove herself used to get in the way but as the years go by she learned what she and others are comfortable with so she was able to spread her love more. people around her soon understand that hermione is open with her compassion. she is also fierce and expressive in showing them. she's also loyal and true despite the bits of betrayal. and she always put others before herself. hermione loves in a splendid way though it can be tough towards herself since she is the sacrificing type.

*narcissa black's character made an impact in the harry potter story due to her extreme love for her son which caused voldemort's defeat. from this, we can conclude that narcissa loves tightly. with the family she grew up in, that seems to be the best choice. their family obviously have their prejudice since it's their ancestors that suffered in the hands of muggles. their motto of remaining pure in their blood was definitely installed to the black children's minds. that's why narcissa held it in her heart that family first before eveything. she had to hold on to those who are already there for her and she had to choose wisely and carefully those who can enter into her personal bubble. She was taught that the outside world is not safe, they are people who will be against her and her family. she can't be too open with her affections or her enemies will use it to destroy her. so narcissa is very protective and can be overbearing. it can be tough for the people around her since she is quite selfish but it is still a precious way to love.

When u combine these elements together, u get a couple that has this endless chemistry, deep and strong connection, great story, and exquisite future.

their trope is that of needing to wanting and wanting to needing

from hermione's part it can go like this:

she will need narcissa since she will never have that closure from bellatrix and after the war the only capable and mentally stable witness of her torture would be narcissa, since draco have his issues too since he's young like hermione.

she will go from needing to meet with narcissa to wanting to be with narcissa, after getting to know the youngest black sister better.

from narcissa's part it will be like this:

narcissa, who for the duration of the first and second war only did what was necessary, can now do the things she wants to do after the war. one of those would be apologizing to the people who suffered inside their manor, specially hermione granger.

she will go from wanting to meet with hermione to needing to be with hermione, after getting to know gryffindor's golden girl better.

With regards to their canon partners this is what i can say,

hermione and ron have their differences but they don't really compliment each other that much. like, they can't and won't bring the best out of each other.

the same goes for narcissa and lucius. the latter obviously sabotage their family even though that's not his intention. these two slytherins have their similarities but it's as if they're just together for formality's sake.

hermione and ron, narcissa and lucius are like parallel lines when they're together. their similarities are only on the surface but they will never really touch each other.

while hermione and narcissa are like perpendicular lines. they touch, they intersect at the right angle. yes, they came from the opposite sides but when they finally meet they build something beneficial like a cartesian plane. this dynamic is what makes cissamione the best ship for me.

thanks for reading.

#cissamione #hermione granger #narcissa black #harry potter ships #Hermione x Narcissa #i love this ship #read their fanfics and u'll know #narcissa malfoy

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lawgrain · 3 years ago

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Okay hold onto your safety goggles ’m ‘bout to go off on a topic here.

I’ve seen random posts about how there's a stigma with people in ao3 fandoms. And there is. 100% so don’t get me wrong with this post, I won’t pretend that there isn’t a stigma from people in ao3 fandoms. But I am about to argue the complete other side of things real quick. Yep, I’m going into sports.

Before I get into sports I think it should be fully addressed that there is so much hypocrisy on both sides of the two very different types of fandoms, one being the types of fandom you find on ao3 and the other being sport fanbases. People in ao3 fandoms are quite made fun of for their avid fandom activites despite said passion also applies to sports fans even if its shown in different ways. On the flip side, a gross amount of people will also say that they don’t get sports and find it brutish and/or stupid. People on both sides discredit the other. So as a person who is primarily into ao3 fandoms, I thought it’d be fun to explain the appeal of sports in a way that non-sport fans would understand.

LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!!

Oh and for examples today, I’m using hockey. It’s just the one I actually know more context for.

So, let’s kick it off with a slight anecdote here. My friend and I had asked a guy about the appeal of sports to them and the answer we got was that it was for the stories. Which that didn’t quite click to us when there’s literally no story, its a game. They furthered this impression with talk of stats. In short, they explained it wrong because there are some fascinating stories in sports.

The problem with sports is that there's not an overly easy way to learn some of these stories. But they are there if you know the context. So for example, in a fandom there’s a shit ton of retribution moments. Some hag of a character finally, finally gets just the perfect way of being told off. Its goddamn wonderful and you love life just for a moment b/c that character got exactly what you’ve been dying to see the entire series. That happens in sports too bro. Because trust me, there are...

Plenty of hated players. And it is pretty damn exciting when a player who constantly plays dirty to get some karma.

But the problem is, if you don’t know the rules/watch the game enough, you’re not going to understand that your favorite trope just happened. For example, lets look at this guy:

This is Corey Perry. Now he’s not very well loved by everyone and he has also been known to make dirty plays. As in literally just hitting a person with his stick like in here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PorOu02IeUc

or here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lC6C10LYWZs

You can interpret these however you like. Either way, his playing style is part of what makes the next video here a bit more pleasing for fans. I’m going to explain context first though.

In hockey, there’s a penalty called embellishment. It’s used when a player dives on the ice or, more entertainingly, embellishes an injury or trying to make themselves look more hurt than they are. Players will sometimes try to embellish an injury so that their opponents get a penalty.

In this video Perry does exactly that. Some will try and say that maybe he is that hurt, but first consider how brutal hockey can actually be and this ain’t it, and that he is known to make some dirty moves. With that in mind, he basically pulls a Draco Malfoy with Buckbeak in this. Last thing to keep in mind, is that from what I’ve heard (but don’t quote me on it) he’s pulled stuff like this before. Now please enjoy his surprised Pikachu face at the end

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YO2F85RkJOY

Without any context, this either seems like an honest reaction or just sports eh. But with context, it’s quite fun. I didn’t actually care about the video until I found the context for it within the comment section. I initially watched it within a compilation though. It’s important to know what the penalty is apparently.

Also I will say, there are moments that penalty is actually infuriating and undeserved.

Changing topics, I can’t find a video of this (sports have an absurd amount of compilation videos but very little individual moment making things hard to find) buuuuut! There’s a moment between teams that I actually really liked when I found out the context of it. There was a fight that had started between two teams, as in the entire team went off, at a seemingly minor offense. The thing was the minor thing that happened was against the goalie and the opposing team had already done a lot of other icky thing in that particular game. Why is that important?

You don’t mess with the goalie.

It’s an unwritten rule of hockey but it’s got kind of a sweet sentiment? Hockey teams are generally more protective of their goalies. While there are definitely some volatile goalies, goalies aren’t typically going to be starting fights and are typically in less fights than the rest of the team ends up in. Also the goalkeeper is really important. Not only are they important but there's only two of them. In games where both goalies are injured and can't play, the team basically ends up screwed. The home team has to provide an emergency goalie if that happens and most the time that is a death sentence for the team. There are exceptions to that like this guy:

Which oh my gosh, if David Ayres isn’t one of the best stories in sports. This guy never played national league and was a zambodi driver for the maple leafs. Then he was brought in a the emergency player and helped beat the Maple Leafs. He blocked about three shots from the Maple Leafs, his employers, and the Canes won the game.

Point is, context makes a huge as difference in actually being able to enjoy stories within a game. Knowing how something is a karma moment, like with Perry, makes things click into place. Or knowing that a player has done something knowingly wrong like purposefully rushing into a goalie, makes you understand why people are mad about it. And people are mad right along with the players when they see that.

Same kind of stuff happens in fandom stories.

So I was actually going to add another hockey story but it’s actually really gory so I’m leaving it out. I’d be happy to make a separate post with what I was going to mention but that needs more warning than I can give here. So I’ll cut this short.

Anyway, my big point here was there’s actually some very interesting things within sports. I won’t act like everything has a deep meaning to it, but it’s a tad off to write off sports as just some guys throwing around a ball or hitting around a puck. People will watch this:

Or this:

Or even movies like these:

Because it gives the story with context in a drama filled way that’s clear to understand. Watching sports, the commentators don’t actually fulfill what people would need to understand the drama behind things. Watching sports can be just as drama filled and entertaining but you have to learn a lot of outside stuff.

Overall, fandoms of any kind are going to be similar in a lot of ways. Most don’t consider sports fandoms and the types of ao3 fandoms to be in the same field at all. And while I agree, that they aren’t quite in the same group, both can be entertaining for similar reasons. I just think a lot of people don’t get why sports are entertaining at all. I don’t argue that one has to find it entertaining or fall in love with sports now. All I’m meaning is that people shouldn’t just write off interests. People do that to regular fandoms all the time and attach stigmas to it. And because sports doesn’t feel like the same thing as a fandom, people in fandoms don’t seem to mind writing off the interests in sports in a similar manor. And people don’t always do that meanly but saying “You can like it, I just don’t get it” is writing it off to an extent. Because really, we can all get it to a certain degree even if it’s not out cup of tea.

That’s all! Again, let me know if anyone wants the random but kind of gory hockey knowledge I cut.

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snapedefender · 4 years ago

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Some anti-Snape people will really accuse Snape fans of only liking him bc they’re horny for Alan Rickman and then turn around and drool over Tom Felton, Jason Isaacs, Christian Coulson (Tom Riddle in CoS), and Helena Bonham Carter. Not saying it's wrong to find these actors hot, but I'm pointing out the hypocrisy. I've seen people bash Snape fans for finding Alan Rickman attractive, but they themselves swoon over the movies' casting of dark/evil characters like the Malfoys, Bellatrix, etc.

yup!!!! tbf i have seen similar backlash against draco fans re: tom felton but it’s ridiculously mild compared to what snape fans endure. like... they seriously can’t comprehend that any fan would actually like him or like him for reasons other than him being attractive.

like a lot of fans complain about villains being made physically attractive to fans to try and smooth over their faults and make them more likable. but the thing is, i think snape is the opposite of that. he’s imminently unlikeable. the narrative actively tries to make us dislike snape and make him ugly to us. we are constantly aware of traits that are supposed to be seen as ugly - his nose, hair, oiliness, and so on. (talking about why those traits are unfairly and consistently seen as unattractive is another discussion entirely.) i think that’s why i find the alan rickman argument so ridiculous. like. snape may very well be hot to some people! but he is not written to be perceived that way and at no point does the narrative encourage us to see him as desirable. quite the opposite. so why do people persist in saying the majority of snape fans only like him because they’re attracted to him???

i mean i love alan rickman!!! he was a fantastic actor. i do not personally find him attractive (except for maybe his voice???) and i’m sure there are just as many people who agree with as there are who find him intoxicatingly sexy. saying that most snape fans could only possibly like him because of their attraction to an actor is... bad reasoning at best and misogynistic at worst. like. god forbid any woman like a “bad” character if she’s not horny for him, right?

and yes, the double standards are very frustrating. you have people asking bellatrix to step on them and in their next breath saying people only like snape bc of alan rickman.

#the tom riddle one is the wildest 2 me that is Literally Voldemort yall #even young voldemort had already murdered a girl by the time we see him in cos you know?????#youre right and you should say it anon #Anonymous

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ramblings-of-a-mad-cat · 4 years ago

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Fav Harry Potter ships?

First and foremost, Romione. The ultimate slow-burn, the perfect love-story, these two are my favorite romance in any work of fiction...pretty much ever. These two, Ron and Hermione...they’re so central to the series in so many ways, and they’re written to belong together, to be soul mates. The way they play off each other and bicker, but are so clearly in love and such a team...it gets me every time.

Wolfstar. I can’t even begin with the tragic beauty of these two. They are literally the moon and the stars. They’re like the Marauder era version of Romione. Seeing the way they reminisce together about James - the fact that they give joint gifts, that completely not platonic hug from the third movie...and three words, “Sirius, sit down.” Just. I can’t even man. It’s one of the most tragic OTPs I’ve ever had.

Seamus and Dean are essentially canon, Harry just didn’t notice because he’s Harry. Think about how upset Seamus was when Harry brought Dean onto the Quidditch team to play with Ginny. Think about the “roar of delight” when they saw each other again. These two are boyfriends, and I cannot accept constructive criticism at this time.

I go back and forth a lot on who I would ship Harry with.

I will say that I quite like the idea of Harry x Ginny, but similar to Remus x Tonks, I feel like it was extremely mishandled in the books. (That break-up was so pointless.) In general, I find it weird that Ginny’s character vanished off the face of the earth for three books, only to abruptly return to prominence...I dunno. Harry and Draco is a solid ship, like I can easily see where it’s coming from and I think it combos well with a full-fledged redemption arc for Draco, but the books just didn’t have time. Well, they would have if they had just used Draco to escape Malfoy Manor instead of bringing in Dobby just to kill him, but I digress. Actually, I think the ship that resonates for me most of all, with Harry anyway, is the Lunarry ship. As a child, I thought the books were going that way, after OOTP. There were a handful of hints, and even a few in HBP, but that book also firmly named it as a just friends thing. But then the OOTP movie came out and piled on the hints...I dunno, just. They’re two outcasts, two misfits. Luna looks at him without the lens of his fame, and he looks at her without the lens of her being weird and unpopular. Harry always feels at peace with Luna, and she seems to truly appreciate knowing him.

#Harry Potter #Shipping #Harry Potter Characters #Romione #Wolfstar #Lunarry #Deamus

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moonrainbowfish · 4 years ago

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Hell, can I please have a matchup for Harry Potter and danganronpa (any character from any part is fine by me) ?

I’m a Leo, INTP. My Hogwarts house is Ravenclaw. I look quiet and serious on the outside, some of my friends thought I was intimidating at first, but I’m quite the chatterbox once you get to know me. I love to joke around and tease a bit, I can be blunt without realising but I do try to be nice as possible. I am sassy and do have a slight sarcastic humour. Aside from that, I’m very caring and loyal to my friends and family. I’m an artistic person, I absolutely love drawing and painting, I also love swimming and reading. I do love watching horror movies, or just anything that is creepy. I’m really into sweets and cute things such as plushies, clothes , stationary you name it.

Of course! Anything for a fellow Leo, INTP, Ravenclaw! You also sound a lot like me btw💖

HARRY POTTER:

I ship you with: Draco Malfoy!

First of all! Ravenclaw + Slytherin is the ultimate power couple! And Leo and Gemini naturally go very well together.

You'd be the one who would approach him first. Seeing as you're not in the same houses you didn't interact with each other very much in the first years of school. It would be a slow burn romance and your relationship is challenging sometimes, but together you'll work through it, because after all no partnerships are always easy. And I mean let's face it. This Draco Malfoy we're talking about.

I think that, everyone at Hogswarts was quite surprised when the two of you finally got together, but they all quickly got used to it.

He may act cold towards you, but that's because he doesn't know how express his feelings or how to put his emotions into good words.

Deep down in his heart, he really appreciates how friendly, loyal and caring you are and even if he doesn't show it that much, Draco really does care about you too. He is so used to people being harsh around him, so he loves every little affection you give him. Draco definitely has a sweet tooth as well so you both snack on all sorts of candies together. He also gifts you lots of clothes, plushies and all sorts of cute things.

Danganronpa:

I ship you with: Ibuki Mioda!

Ibuki thinks you're adorable! This girl and you were made for each other!

I didn't take long at all for her to approach you. She immediately felt drawn to you and after you've warmed up to each other you were already like best friends. A few weeks later, she confessed her feelings for you.

Ibuki really loves how much of a chatter box you can be and she finds your sassy and somewhat sarcastic humor very amusing. The both of you would have quite a few good laughs together.

You can talk about literally anything, which Ibuki really appreciates, cause she loves sharing a similar passion and the love of the arts with like minded people as yourself.

Her next song is going to be about you. And Ibuki also loves seeing all of the beautiful pieces of art you make. She is enthusiastic and would show you and your talents of, without a doubt. She is so proud and supportive of you. Ibuki wouldn't trade you for anything in the world.

Ibuki likes going for a swim with you. You look really good in a swim suit in her eyes (she flirts with you a lot). And you'd have many dates watching horror movies, while eating candy, or simply enjoying each others company.

I hope you like it! Thanks for requesting!

xoxo

-Freya

#harry potter matchup #danganronpa matchup #shipping #ships #matchups #matchups from freya #draco malfoy #ibuki mioda

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drawlfoy · 5 years ago

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masterlist request guidelines please give me requests i’m begging you i love them so dearly

pairing: draco x hermione

request: yes! thank you, i think i know who sent this in ;)

summary: draco fails a transfiguration exam in 6th year. hermione is tasked with tutoring him for the next exam against her wishes. this imagine takes place during one of their study sessions. i’ll try and keep this as in character as possible so there isn’t going to be that much fluff...but i’ll do what i can since the request wanted fluff. they aren’t dating. ok coming back to this they literally go AT each other so it’s hardly fluffy i’m so so so so sorry to the person who requested this i butchered the request so hard

warnings: mature language (probably), draco being a git, also draco and hermione literally fight each other

a/n: i was plannign on getting 2 requests out today but unfortunately my internet went out for the majority of the day and i was unable to write the other one that i wanted. i’m gonna be busy as hellll tomorrow so i won’t have another fic out until thurs/fri.

music recs: i’m listening to the pride and prejudice soundtrack (it’s my favorite guilty pleasure movie). i never thought that i’d write a fight scene to pride and prejudice piano music but here we are

word count: 4,616

“...and if you wouldn’t mind staying for a minute or so after, Miss Granger, I’d like to have a word with you.”

Hermione was just about done clearing her things off her desk as she heard Professor McGonagall utter her last sentiment. She waited for the room to clear out, waving goodbye to Ron and Harry as they left the room. Ron grinned and allowed himself to be dragged away by Lavender Brown, leaving Hermione with a rather sick taste in her mouth.

When the classroom was empty, she approached the head of her house who sat at her desk, her hands folded neatly in front of her.

“Yes, Professor?”

Hermione noted that a graded exam was on the desk in front of her Transfiguration professor, all marked up in red ink and clearly not very well done.

“Merlin, that’s not mine, is it?”

McGonagall allowed a small smile to lift up her thin pressed lips.

“Quite the contrary, Miss Granger. As usual, you passed with flying colors.” She spun the parchment around, a giant P for Poor scrawled up in the corner. “This student, on the other hand, has experienced quite a large drop from his usual performance, and...I’m rather concerned for him, I must confess.”

Hermione noted that McGonagall was covering the elegantly penned name in the upper left corner and wondered if it was purposeful.

“If I am to be so bold,” she prodded, “I’d assume that you’d like for me to tutor this...student.”

Her professor nodded.

“Only if your schedule allows, of course. If you’re able, I would be very thankful.” McGonagall seemed unusually wary about asking Hermione for tutoring. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done it before--she tutored problem students all the time, and McGonagall never hesitated to ask her for her free assistance. Often, her work wasn’t truly free--McGonagall tended to gift her different books that weren’t in the library that she herself enjoyed. It was, without a doubt, a sweet deal for the young scholar.

“Of course I am, Professor!” Hermione frowned, picking at one of her cuticles thoughtfully. “But if I may ask, why are you so hesitant? Normally you don’t think twice about asking me to tutor.”

Instead of answering, McGonagall moved her hand, revealing the name on the failed exam sheet..

“You want me to tutor Malfoy?”

♥♥♥♥

It had taken her some convincing, but after McGonagall promised her an uncommon edition of a book she couldn’t find in the library, she had no choice but to accept.

The old witch seemed to understand that she was upset and felt uncomfortable with the arrangement, but McGonagall let her know to remind Malfoy that if he didn’t accept her help, McGonagall would refuse to let him pass her class.

What Hermione couldn’t wrap her head around was the fact that Draco Malfoy, a smart wizard in his own right, was failing Transfiguration exams. He was always directly behind her in her class ranking, and even further, he had grown up in a wizarding household, so when he went home, he was still surrounded by magic. By all means, he had no excuse for failing exams with that intellect of his, as much as she hated to admit it.

It was all unnerving, really. Harry’s suspicions of Malfoy being a Death Eater were slowly becoming more reasonable as the year went on. Hermione had watched Malfoy sit in isolation at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall, barely eating anything and staring off into space.

He hadn’t verbally attacked her for quite a while. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she had a conversation with the pureblood, and she couldn’t tell if that made her feel better or worse about him. Something was definitely up. She could only hope that he had come to his senses and realized that the side his family was on was the wrong one, but that was wishful thinking.

McGonagall had arranged for their very first meeting to occur on the following Thursday in the evening, just after dinner. She savored the moments at the Gryffindor table, hanging out with her friends and praying that Malfoy wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Unfortunately, she caught a few glints of the low lighting of the hall reflecting off of a head of white blonde hair. She noted that his head was bowed and he looked awkward and anxious. He was sitting suspiciously far off from his burly Slytherin quidditch friends that he normally surrounded himself with at meals. Even Zabini, Nott, and Parkinson, his personal friends, were nowhere to be seen.

She was ashamed to admit that she knew that much about him. In all honesty, it was a kind of guilty pleasure of hers to appreciate his aesthetic qualities. She downright knew that he was the worst person to date and didn’t fancy ever having to hold a conversation with him longer than she was forced to, but by all means, he was attractive when he wasn’t running his fat mouth. Malfoy was a helpful distraction from the fact that Ron was sticking his tongue down Lavender’s throat on a regular and--ugh--very public basis. There was some comfort in knowing that they weren’t going anywhere, and that they were never even going to be a thing.

As Hermione was treated to a full view of Ron and Lavender going at it, she suddenly felt thankful that she’d have an excuse to get out of her common room for the evening.

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Ouch.

The quill Hermione had been rubbing in between her fingers nicked her thumb, causing her to jump up as she saw the pearls of red come to the surface of her thumb.

Shit she murmured, pressing the pad of the wounded finger into her black robes as she sat, waiting for the Slytherin boy to show up. His failed Transfiguration exam lay in front of her and she was spending her time studying it nervously, trying to pinpoint what exactly he was having trouble with. It was embarrassing, but she was actually a little on edge about meeting Malfoy. The more she had thought about it, she hadn’t spoken to him since 5th year. He’d left her alone since the start of term, something that made her wonder what exactly he was spending his precious time on.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

The cold, elite drawl pulled Hermione’s eyes up to meet the frigid silver ones of Malfoy. He stared down at her with an uninterested and unbothered look, one eyebrow arched and his pale, rosebud colored lips pressed together in an unimpressed line.

“I know, a P? Pretty low, even for you, Malfoy.” Hermione addressed him in a similar fashion, hoping that her features would harden like his did.

“I’m not referring to that,” he snapped back. “I’m expressing my shock that McGonagall thought that out of all of the students in her god-forsaken classroom, you were the one worthy of tutoring me.”

“A bit of an insult, don’t you think?’ Hermione quipped. He really hadn’t changed.

“To me, yeah.” Malfoy snorted, slamming his textbook down on the table and sending her a cold glare. “If I pay you, will you just tell her that I’m the best student you’ve ever had and that I’m not giving you any trouble? I have better things to do than waste my time with you.”

Hermione bristled up.

“I don’t want your filthy money, Malfoy,” she spat. “Don’t push me, I’ll punch you again, and this time Harry and Ron aren’t here to hold me back, so there’s no telling what I’ll do to you.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, bringing a pale hand up to grab the corner of the table and lean in closer to her.

“You have no idea what you’re messing with,” he growled. “Take the money. Do as I say.”

“As I said,” Hermione rebuked, “I don’t want your money. I’m here to do what McGonagall asked me to do, not to accept your petty bribes.”

“Let me rephrase myself,” Malfoy muttered, getting in her face. “Forget about the money. I’m not being nice anymore. Do as I say, or there’ll be consequences.”

Hermione scoffed, whipping out her wand.

“I’m going to count to three, Malfoy, and if you don’t sit down and start behaving, you’re going to need a trip to the hospital wing.” She pressed it into the soft part of his neck, watching as the skin pressed in to accommodate the wooden tip.

“Is there a problem here, Miss Granger?”

She spun around to see Professor Snape glaring at the two, holding a few books under his black-clad arm.

“No, Professor,” they both chorused. Hermione hid her wand and prayed that he didn’t see it.

“You two are being awfully obnoxious,” Snape stated, stretching each syllable out in that horrid nasal tone of his. “I’d hate for you to call any more attention to yourselves.”

With that, Snape turned and was on his merry way to wherever greasy men go after criticizing children, and Hermione looked back to see an especially pale Malfoy sitting in the chair next to her, looking perfectly civil.

“Let’s begin, then,” he ordered, pulling out a quill. “I don’t want to disturb anyone else in the library.”

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Malfoy was smart, sure. But as the tutoring session continued, Hermione began to realize just how much he didn’t know about Transfiguration.

“And how was I supposed to know that?” Malfoy exclaimed as Hermione went over one of his incorrect answers.

“Drac--Malfoy, we went over that during the second week of school. If you’d been paying any attention, you would’ve heard.” Hermione was baffled at his lack of diligence this year. “What happened to you? You’ve completely mentally checked out of this class, why?”

“None of your business, Granger,” he snapped. “Some of us have better things to do than this pathetic nonsense.” Malfoy spat out the last few words in his typical fashion, proving to Hermione once again that he really was the same boy who called her a mudblood relentlessly in the past.

His stomach suddenly growled loudly, interrupting the charged silence in between the two of them.

“You have better things to do than eat too?” Her tone came out a little more scathing than she meant it to, but at the same time, she didn’t mind all that much. Hermione just hoped that he knew she was asking out of spite, not concern.

“I’m busy.”

“With what, exactly?”

Malfoy glared at her with such a venomous look that even her Gryffindor bravery yelled at her to run.

“None. Of. Your. Business.” He leaned back over the table again, purposefully breaching her personal space. Unfortunately, Malfoy was much taller than Hermione. She was left with the amusing thought that she’d been able to deck him in 3rd year before she hit her own growth spurt.

“Why are you smiling?” he asked, his lips curling up to deepen his scowl. “What’s so funny?”

Hermione couldn’t hold back a little laugh as her mind treated her to a full trip down memory lane.

“Oh, nothing, just remembering how...” she snorted, a noise she would normally be embarrassed with but no longer cared about, “...how...scared you looked in 3rd year when I...when I punched you, you looked like you were about to cry...”

She attempted to calm her laughing attack but failed, only gulping in another breath of air before chuckling again. “You have no idea how funny that was...oh my god...”

Malfoy’s pale face had turned a special shade of carnation pink.

“...and now you think that you can scare me...”

Hermione cackled once more, bracing herself by placing her hand on the table.

“It’s just....you’re just so...”

She burst into laughter, no longer holding back, clutching her side and doubling over.

“Oh my god...just...what are you gonna do, transfigure me into a Hippogriff and try and get me executed? You can’t, because you got a....” she snorted again. “You got a P on the exam! I’m so...I’m so scared...”

She managed to get the punchline out before erupting back into a laughing fit, eventually bringing her sleeve up to wipe her eyes before calming back down.

Malfoy was now tinged completely pink, his silver eyes standing out against his flushed skin.

“Think that’s funny, huh?”

“No matter. I’m supposed to be tutoring you, so let’s get on with it.”

His stomach growled again, interrupting her train of thought as she scanned his exam over one more time.

“Did you eat anything this evening?”

“No, Mum, and regardless, it’s absolutely none of your fucking business.”

Hermione shot him a threatening look as she tried to plot her next move. She still needed to look over the last portion of the exam with him as it would be retested on this next one, but he was also still rusty on some of the incanta--

His stomach sounded one more time, interrupting her train of thought.

“That’s it,” she snapped, jumping to her feet and grabbing his arm. “We’re going on a field trip.”

“Don’t touch me!” he hissed, trying to pry his arm from her grip. She refused to give in.

“No, you’re coming with me, and I am not letting you run off,” she retorted, holding on tight to the upper part of his left arm.

“What the fuck is a field trip?” he asked as she dragged him down the stairs, heading in the direction of the kitchens.

“Muggle thing,” she muttered. “I’m taking you to the kitchens so your stomach will shut up.”

“First of all,” he began, “why do you care? Second of all, they’re not going to give you any food, you know. I’ve tried this before.”

“Probably because you’re a huge ass to them,” she responded, tugging him along when he lagged behind. “And as for why: I can’t focus on helping you when your stomach sounds like an airplane taking off, and if you fail the next exam, McGonagall will be disappointed in me, so I want to help you.”

He scowled, or at least, he deepened the preexisting one. She couldn’t quite tell. They walked in silence for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

“What’s an airplane?”

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” Hermione grumbled as they neared the entrance of the kitchens. “Next, I’m gonna have to tutor you in Muggle Studies as well.”

She cast his question aside, dragging him inside and greeting the first house elf she saw. Hermione knew him well, and he brightened as he saw her.

“Miss Granger!” he greeted her. “How can I be of service?”

Hermione turned to Malfoy.

“What do you want?”

He rolled his eyes.

“The roast we were having tonight. The squash as well. Also, tea.”

Hermione turned back to the house elf, relaying his wishes before turning back to him. She became uncomfortably aware of the fact that she still had Malfoy’s arm in a death grip and released it, watching as the fabric she had been squeezing bounced back to its original position.

She allowed her gaze to travel down to the bottom of his sleeve and sucked in a breath at what she saw. From her insistent tugging, the white fabric had ridden up a tiny bit, exposing some of his forearm. If she looked closely, she could see a tiny bit of what looked like a tattoo on the inside of his arm.

Draco must’ve heard her as he whipped back around to look at her, following her line of sight to his arm.

He stared back at her frozen expression, unsure of what to do. Normally, he glamoured his Dark Mark and never had an issue with it, so he had been careless recently. It was late, though, and the concealment spells he used were wearing off.

“Roll up your sleeve, Malfoy,” she demanded, motioning to his left arm.

“Why?” His mind raced as he tried to figure out how to recast a Glamour spell without her seeing, but then again, she was the brightest witch of their age.

He probably wasn’t going to get away with this one. He cursed himself as he remembered that his wand was in his coat pocket, somewhere still in the library.

“You know why.” Her voice cracked. “I thought that for sure Harry was going crazy, but... oh, Merlin...”

Draco swallowed once, twice, three times. He couldn’t show her. If he did, it was over.

Thinking fast, he stepped forward and snatched her wand out of her hand and jumped away from her.

“Malfoy!” she shrieked, lunging at him and tackling him to the ground.

Oh, he was not expecting that.

(a/n: request: tons of fluff please ♥ me: of course i love you! also me: *writes them getting in a physical brawl and considers it fluff*)

“You give me my wand back, you fuck,” she shrieked, straddling him and attempting to reach for her wand, held tightly in his left hand. His arm was stretched as far above his head as possible, making it impossible for her to reach. In a moment of panic, he launched her wand somewhere far behind them and heard it land with a clatter.

Fuck. Hermione looked up to see her wand fall into a pile of rubbish, none of which was going anywhere, but by now it had sank to the bottom of the bin and would require her to dig through it to find it.

She pinned his arms above his head, reveling in the fact that his face looked similar to what he looked like when she nearly hexed him and then punched him.

“Where’s your wand?” she snapped.

“In the library,” he wailed, squeezing his eyes shut. “Can I please go? I’m not hungry anymore. Please, Hermione, I’ll do anything.”

She balked at the fact that he used her first name. He had never done that. Shaking it off, she reached up as far as she could while still straddling his chest and yanked his left sleeve down, exposing the ugly mark in its entirety.

Draco’s eyes snapped open, staring up at her pleadingly as she took in the sight before her. Here she was, sitting on the chest of a Death Eater. Life truly was something.

“Er....”

Hermione had always suspected, but she never knew for sure. Seeing the Dark Mark before her, ugly and writhing on the pale arm of one of her classmates was something entirely different than just theorizing about it.

Draco took a strangled breath below her, shaky and unstable. She finally looked back to his face and was stunned to see tears forming in his eyes.

“I had to.” His voice wavered, like he couldn’t quite pick what pitch he wanted to speak at. “It was because my father couldn’t...”

He sucked in another breath.

“It was a punishment. I had to, or else my family would be killed. I thought it was a rewarding opportunity at first, but it’s a punishment.”

Draco lifted up his head to meet her in the eyes at a better angle.

“Do you believe me?”

Hermione’s mouth opened and closed a couple times. For the first time in all 6 years of knowing her, Draco saw that she didn’t know what to say.

“No,” she whispered, almost painfully. Her warm brown eyes were narrowed, almost as if herself didn’t buy into her response. “I can’t...trust you, why would I? You’d say anything to get out of this situation unscathed. Even if it means garnering sympathy from the... from the mudblood.”

Draco winced when he heard the slur. For some reason, it sounded more vulgar when it left Hermione’s mouth.

“Yeah, that is true,” he muttered. “But I promise that that I’m being truthful. You can try Veritaserum on me if you’d like.”

“You’re bluffing, Malfoy,” she snapped back, adjusting her hand so she was clutching both his wrists in one hand, freeing her other one. “We both know that I couldn’t possibly gain access to it and corner you again.”

Instead of answering her accusation, he slumped back onto the ground. Hermione stayed frozen in her spot as she felt his frame shake below her. Leaning forward, she peered at his face to see that Draco was crying, thin slivers of salty tears rolling down the sides of his face and wetting his cheeks.

“I don’t think you understand,” he whispered shakily, his voice breaking. “If I get exposed, then I get put on trial and sent to Azkaban. If I get set free, then he’ll be after me since I won’t be able to finish his bidding while I’m on trial...”

Hermione didn’t need clarification as to who he was.

“So what am I supposed to do? Pretend like I just didn’t see it?”

“Yes!” Draco croaked. “Can you...er...”

He paused for a few seconds.

“Can you reach into my pocket? I need a handkerchief.”

Hermione’s eyes widened. This was a whole different world of strange. Against her better judgement, she just reached up her robe sleeve and gently wiped off the wetness on his cheeks.

“You’re bleeding,” he whispered, pointing to her thumb. It was only a slight bit, but what was on there had been transferred onto his pale face when she brought her hand to his face.

“Oh, sorry,” she muttered, returning to his face to wipe off the red liquid off his cheeks. “Hate to get mud on you.”

He visibly winced. Hermione didn’t even need to see it to know that it happened--she could feel it below her.

“I don’t really...feel that way anymore,” he confessed. “I’m getting a bit sick of hatred. It’s so draining.”

“Oh, is that why you still talked to me like trash today?”

“I have to keep up appearances.”

Hermione watched as another tear formed in his eye.

“And how long have you felt this way?”

“Oh, probably once I figured out that the man at the center of my belief system is a goddamn homicidal maniac,” Draco muttered. shutting his eyes to coax the tears away.

Hermione couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

“You’re right.”

They both sat there for a few moments in complete silence, Hermione attempting to figure out her next move and Draco just waiting for what was to come.

“You’re really not that bad, Hermione,” Draco said out of nowhere.

“Granger,” she corrected. “And thank you, but nice try. I know what you’re trying to do here. False flattery isn’t going to get me to let you go. However, I will concede that if I knew you were this cordial of a prisoner, I would’ve taken you hostage much, much sooner.”

Draco snorted, a funny sight with a few undried tears left on his face.

“I’m hurt. And I wasn’t aware that this was a hostage situation.”

“Well, I don’t know what to do with you, how do I know that you’re not going to run away and kill me in my sleep later on the second I let you go?”

“Why do you insist on insulting my character so much? I’m a git, not a monster.”

“Oh, so you admit it!”

Hermione’s attention was pulled away when she heard the house elf she spoke to before clear his throat.

“Miss Granger, your food is ready.”

She twisted around to see the house elf set a plate of food on the table near them, paying no mind to the scene before him. While she was distracted, Draco took the opportunity to wriggle out of her grasp and pin her down on the ground, effectively swapping places.

Hermione yelped. Draco was much heavier than she was, and his weight was nearly crushing her. He seemed to realize this.

“Are you alright?” he asked, a kind tone settling in his voice that she didn’t think he was capable of.

“Please get off me,” she whispered, his weight making it difficult for her to speak from her chest.

“Oh, now you understand how I felt,” he said triumphantly. “Now that I’ve taken you hostage, you have to agree to my conditions.”

She stared up at him with wide eyes.

“Oh. Sorry.”

He eased up a little, putting more weight on his knees placed on the ground than her chest.

“Thank you,” she breathed. “Fine. I’ll agree, as long as they aren’t too crazy.”

“You don’t really have a choice though, do you?” He crinkled his nose, a glint of something Hermione couldn’t quite place in his eyes.”Okay. You have to promise me that Potter and Weasel aren’t going to hear a word of this. In fact, no one can know. Not anyone. Not McGonagall, not Luna, not Hagrid...no one, okay?”

“And how are you going to hold me to that? Obviously, we’re not going to do an Unbreakable Vow...”

“Obviously,” he echoed. “No, I have no way of knowing. But if you tell anyone about me, know that you’re essentially ordering my death sentence.”

The truth hung between them, heavy and unforgiving. Hermione knew, deep down, that Draco was right.

“So unless you want me dead...”

He wasn’t even pinning anything of hers anymore--he was instead just kneeling over her, his hands supporting his weight on either side of her head. If she wanted to, she could use both her hands to shove him off her like her rational mind wanted her to.

But there was the irrational part of her that, quite frankly, didn’t. Draco was peering deep into her eyes in a way that made her feel things that she was not supposed to be feeling.

“I promise.”

Hermione was always supposed to be in love with Ron. She sometimes thought she was, but she could never shake the feeling that she was meant to be with someone a little more high-strung, someone a little more motivated to achieve their ends. Perhaps...a Slytherin, if blood prejudice was off the table.

And all of a sudden he was right here, leaning over her and close enough for a rebellious strand of wintery blonde hair to tickle her forehead, close enough for her to smell whatever cologne he was wearing. She couldn’t place it, olfactory related skills were never her forté, but whatever it was, it was heavenly. Maybe it wasn’t even cologne--perhaps it was just a mix of shampoo and whatever kind of expensive lotion he used. Regardless, she would consider selling her soul for a vial of cologne that smelled like it.

He had a freckle on his collarbone that she wouldn’t have been able to see had she not tackled him and knocked his tie loose. His face, closer to her than it had any business being, was no longer blotchy pink from crying, returning to its pristine, icy tone.

His eyelashes looked wet still, and he shifted once to quickly wipe away the evidence. Draco stared curiously down at her, his rosy pink lips slightly parted. He had another freckle just above his lip, just light enough for her to see in the low lighting of the closed kitchen.

“Your food is getting cold, Malfoy,” she uttered, breaking the trance.

“Draco,” he corrected her, knitting his eyebrows together and sitting up. “You can call me Draco now.”

“Wow.” The word left her mouth more sarcastically than she would’ve liked. “Thank you...Draco.” His name was easy on the tongue. She could get used to saying it.

He offered her a small smile before finally standing up, giving Hermione the freedom she was never expecting from him.

Draco turned to leave, but not before Hermione grabbed his arm again.

“No, you idiot, I said we came here to get you to eat, and that’s exactly what we’re doing.”

final a/n: forget the whole “i’m keeping them in character” thing because i literally did not do that at all sorry. maybe i’ll do a second part because i’m a slut for two part stories but i already said i wasn’t going to but also....i kinda liked writing this. sorry if the fight scene was a little weird and unrealistic. also i couldn’t think of a house elf name because i got like 5 hours of sleep last night and don’t feel capable of any critical reasoning right now. also, my internet is down (woooo!) so if i don’t respond to you for some reason or if i don’t reply to comments it’s because i’m too busy living the simple life while i wait for my internet to figure itself out

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