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Differences Bring Us Together by Rotehexe

A hungry doggy brings his dad's together with his chosen mommy.

Rated: E; Chapters: 1; Words: 5050

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Hogwarts Masterlist

Hermione Granger 💚

Harry Potter 💛

Ronald Weasley 💛

Ginny Weasley 💚

Fred & George Weasley 💛

Seamus Finnegan 💛

Oliver Wood 💛

Pavarti Patil 💚

Everett Goldhorn 💛

Gregory Goyle 💛

Draco Malfoy 💛/🩷

Vincent Crabbe 💛

Blaise Zabini 💛/🩷

Pansy Parkinson 💚/🩷

Tom Riddle 💛/🩷

Mattheo Riddle 💛/🩷

Theodore Nott 💛/🩷

Lorenzo Berkshire 💛

Adrian Pucey 💛

Lucian Bole 💛/🩷

Padma Patil 💚

Cho Chang 💚

Michael Corner 💛

Luna Lovegood 💚

Neville Longbottom 💛

Rowan Silverthorn 💛/🩷

Cedric Diggory 💛

Lucas Blackwell 💛/🩷

Ernie Macmillan 💛

Anthony Bitterwood 💛

Susan Bones 💚

Aura Silverthorn 💚

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Hogwarts Cast + Fancasting + Other Characters - Pt 1

Hogwarts Cast + Fancasting + Other Characters - Pt 2

Hogwarts Cast + Fancasting + Other Characters - Pt 3

Hogwarts Cast + Fancasting + Other Characters - Pt 4

Harry Potter Characters Reacting to You Singing a Song at Them

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Traitor pt.1

A/N: This is the first part of my mini-series, I really hope you´ll like it. While writing this I mostly stuck to the plot of the books and not the movies, so if you haven´t read the books (for some reason, I really can´t think of now) this might be a bit confusing at some points.

You watched the fire in the fireplace dying slowly. By now, the comfortable warmth it had radiated was fading, still, you and your fellow students were crouching on the couches in front of it and stared into the glow gloomily. Today had been probably the worst day in a long row of bad days. Not only that the DA had been exposed by Umbridge and was now at its end, but also your reckless behaviour had brought Professor Dumbledore in a more than just uncomfortable position, as Harry had told you. Your headmaster was by now on the run, after he had put off Fudge and his henchmen in his office. Now, the school would be fully exposed to Umbridge´s cruel reign. You didn’t even want to think about all the things that might happen in the near future in this school that -until now- had always been a safe haven for you and your friends.

“This is all my fault.”, Harry finally broke the silence and slumped in his seat. “I should have never even started all of this.”

But Hermione was quick to shake her head eagerly.

“If anything, it is my fault. Oh, Harry, you haven´t done anything wrong. This was all my idea.”

“You didn’t even want to do this. We talked you into this, man.”, Ron confirmed.

“But I´m the one who started this. I´m the one who took the lead.”, Harry argued, visibly upset.

“It really doesn’t make sense to put the blame on any of us.”, you cut him off harshly. “This is on Umbridge. And Fudge.”

“But I should have seen this coming. I knew that Umbridge was up to no good.”

“We all knew that.”, Ron said. The boy shrugged his shoulders. “And we all knew that she was going to catch us sooner or later.”

“We can´t change what happened. What´s important now is how we´ll keep going from here.”, you said.

“We won´t do anything anymore.”, Harry stated. “It´s over. We should just forget about it.”

“But there must be something we can do.”, you persisted.

“But Umbridge has the list. She can´t prove that we´ve done something, but she knows that all of us were up to something.”, Ron argued.

Hermione´s gaze shot up and suddenly she seemed to be as energized, as she had been when she had come up with her original idea of founding the DA.

“That´s it, Ron. You´re a genius.”, she stated. Even though you could see Ron flush in the dim light of the fireplace, the look on his face was as questioningly as on Harry´s and yours. But Hermione didn’t seem to notice. “Not all of our names are on the list. Don’t you remember?”

When she grinned at you excitedly, you realized.

Back in the day when everyone had met up in the Hog´s Head, you had been lying in bed with a nasty flue, regretting bitterly that you couldn’t accompany your friends to the very first meeting of the alliance forming against Umbridge. But maybe that exact fact could somehow help you out now. Because while back on that day, everyone had signed up on Hermione´s bewitched list, you hadn’t been there to do so. And by the time of the first meeting, you, as well as your friends, had somehow forgotten about the fact, that officially, you weren’t a part of the DA yet. And if Umbridge would use the list as a register of suspects, your name wouldn’t appear.

“But she still knows that we are friends. And even if there would be no connection between me and any of you at all – what am I supposed to do about the entire situation?”, you asked.

Hermione frowned.

“We have to think of something. And we need to be careful. We can´t allow any mistakes to be made once more.”

You nodded and let out a heavy sigh as you sank back into your seat. Just like Hermione, you weren’t ready to give up the fight yet, but on the other hand, for now, you couldn’t think of a single thing you were able to do in this situation. But as you saw Hermione´s gaze fixed on the fireplace, her brows furrowed and her lips moving constantly, as she talked to herself inaudibly, you strongly suspected that she was already working on a solution for your problem.

And your determination to do something -anything- about what was happening at your school only grew the next day. Because over the night new placates had appeared all over the castle. The Educational Decree Number Twenty-Eight announced that "Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as the Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry".

Many rumours were spreading around the entire school, suspecting what exactly had happened the day before. Surprisingly, many of them weren’t exactly wrong. At least most people were informed well enough to know that Harry had witnessed the entire scene and now he was bombarded with questions. And no matter how hard Harry tried to shield himself from the curious glances and remarks, somehow someone always found their way to him.

One of those people was Ernie Macmillan. You had always liked the Hufflepuff boy, but sometimes his constant talking got on your nerves. Today was one of those days, but then again it wasn’t that hard to appreciate his chatter, since he not only shared your aversion against Umbridge, but he also wasn’t afraid to say it out loud. And just like that, Ernie and Hermione worked themselves into a rage, gossiping about your new headmaster.

But as Hermione was using a barrage of not-exactly-friendly words to describe her, she was interrupted by a sneering voice.

“Do you really want to finish this sentence, Granger?”

You turned around, facing the boy who had interrupted Hermione´s hate speeches. Draco Malfoy had somehow managed to stalk you and was now standing behind you, accompanied by his friends Crabbe and Goyle and a superior grin on his face, making you suspect, he was up to no good.

And you were right. While the grin on Malfoy´s face only widened, he explained to you, that members of the Inquisitorial Squad had by now the authority to dock points from other students. And he promptly took advantage of his new power, as Malfoy docked five points from Hermione for running her mouth over Umbridge, and once more ten for her being a -as he referred to her- mudblood, five from Ernie for disagreeing with him, five from Ron, for not dressing properly, and five from Harry. With Harry, Malfoy didn’t even look for an excuse to dock points, simply stating that he couldn’t stand him. Finally, the Slytherin turned to you, eying you with a sly grin on his face. Until that moment you had just stood there, watching the scene quietly, simply left speechless by the audacity of the boy. You could feel your heart pumping loudly in your chest, as Malfoy´s grey eyes set on you.

“Let´s see (Y/l/n).” He paused, his eyes scanning every centimetre of your body, searching for something to criticise. You could feel your skin burning under his intense gaze. Finally, Malfoy looked up again, his grey eyes meeting yours. The smile on his face only grew wider as he said: “Five points from you for having such bad taste in friends.”

You looked at the guy in disbelief. It took you a few moments to find your ability to speak again.

“Excuse me?”, you squeezed out, as a part of you was still denying what was going on right now.

“You are excused (Y/l/n).”, Malfoy said in a haughty tone, making Crabbe and Goyle giggle meanly.

As he saw the dumbfounded look on your face, Malfoy just laughed, before he turned on his heel, and walked away.

Only when Malfoy was almost out of sight, you slowly started to process what had just happened. And with the realization setting in, you felt the anger boiling up in you.

“That stupid bastard.”, you hissed, grabbing your wand, ready to fire a nasty curse right at Malfoy´s back. “I´m gonna…”

“You won´t do anything about it (Y/n).”, Hermione cut you off, grabbing you by the wrist. “Not yet.”

“But Hermione, we can´t let him get away with that. We can´t let all of them get away with that.”, you said in a desperate voice.

“Oh, don’t worry. We won´t.”, Hermione said grimly. “And I already have an idea how we will do this.”

A few days had passed since the incident with Malfoy. You and your friends turned the situation over in your minds over and over again. And by now, you knew exactly what to do.

You walked along the corridors of the castle until you finally stopped in front of a pink-painted door. You took a deep breath and knocked.

“Come in.”

You pushed down the handle and slowly opened the door. As it swung open, you squinted. You were genuinely wondering how Umbridge was able to spend her time here. Everything was shocking pink. The walls, the accessories, even some of the furniture. By now you had no doubt that Umbridge´s preferred method of torture wasn’t as effective as if she would just lock up the students inside this room for an hour. There was no way anyone would ever want to risk getting in here ever again. As your gaze wandered, you noticed the many cat pictures on the walls. Even if the situation was more than serious, you had to fight a small smile that threatened to appear on your face. You were absolutely certain that Professor McGonagall had taken it as a personal offence when she had realized what Umbridge´s favourite pet was.

Finally, your gaze settled on the desk in the middle of the room. You could have taken the Professor for a part of her office as well since her entire outfit was matching with the walls behind her perfectly. You could see that your arrival surprised her. Umbridge raised an eyebrow questioningly, nevertheless, the toadlike smile on her face was the same as usual.

“Miss (Y/l/n). May I ask you what brings you here?”, she said. Her voice was sweet like honey, but not in a good way. You could see her eyes glistening suspiciously.

You shifted from one foot to the other, your hands buried inside the pockets of your cloak.

“I… I would like to talk to you about something Headmistress.”, you said.

Calling Umbridge like that was even harder than you had imagined. Your voice shook slightly, and you had to bring up all your courage to not pull a face in disgust. But luckily, even if Umbridge would notice how nervous you were, that wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing.

“Well, have a seat then.”, Umbridge said and pointed at the chair on the opposite side of her desk.

You mumbled a small “Thanks.” as you sat down. Umbridge placed the cup of tea she was holding in her hand on the desk and looked at you.

“So, Miss (Y/l/n), tell me. What is your concern?”

“I… would like to talk to you about… About what happened earlier… the day Professor Dumbledore… disappeared. About the DA.”

You could see Umbridge´s googly eyes widen. The corner of her mouth twitched upwards as her hands clenched around the armrest of her upholstered chair.

“The DA?”, she said in an even higher-pitched voice than usual.

“Dumbledore´s Army.”, you clarified. As if she didn’t know.

“Very well. So you confess that you have been a part of it?”

You shook your head, even if it broke your heart to do so.

“I haven’t. But I… knew. About some things.”

“Miss (Y/l/n), I really appreciate the fact that you came here. But do you really want to tell me that you haven’t been a part of all of this? That all of your friends have done those awful things, but you were completely unaware of it?”

“I wasn’t unaware of it, Professor. I simply wasn’t involved. Harry has told us that you have seen the list with all the members. You know I´m not on it.”

“And why are you telling me this?”, Umbridge said, by now sounding slightly impatient.

“Because I know that what the others have done was wrong. I knew it back then and now I´m certain. I also know that their resistance is pointless. For my part, I want to be on the right side of this. And this is yours.”

Umbridge nodded slowly, her gaze fixed on you. For a few moments, she remained quiet. Then she let out a small sigh and smiled at you sweetly.

“My dear, I feel like this is going to be a longer conversation. Would you like to have a cup of tea?”

You felt your stomach drop. You knew what was about to come, you had talked the scene through several times, yet, you could feel the palms of your hands beginning to sweat. But you put on your sweetest smile and nodded.

“Yes please.”

Umbridge returned your smile and flicked her wand. From a sideboard, a tea service flew towards you and landed on the desk. Your hands shook slightly as you raised the cup to your lips. You could feel Umbridge´s gaze burning on you. When the warm porcelain touched your lips, you squeezed your eyes, trying to focus on a certain point in front of you. And in your head, you repeated the words all over again: Evanesco. Evanesco, evanesco, evanesco.

 You gulped heavily, even though your mouth was dry before you put the cup back on its saucer.

Umbridge´s gaze fell on the cup, as well as yours. You couldn’t help but let out a small sigh. The cup was by now half empty.

Umbridge, who had seen the same, nodded with a pleased look on her face.

“Tell me, how are you feeling Miss (Y/l/n)?”, she asked you in a mellow voice.

“Good.” Your voice broke. You cleared your throat. “Good. I´m just a bit nervous.”

Umbridge smiled contentedly.

“There is no need for that my dear. It´s just the two of us. And we both want the same, don’t we?” You nodded. “So, why don’t we continue where we left off?”

“The DA?”

“Exactly.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Just tell me everything you know about it.”

Umbridge leant back in her armchair and folded her hands.

“Well, I don’t know exactly much.”, you hesitated.

“That doesn’t matter. Every little detail could be important.”

You deliberated a few seconds before you started.

“They were still at the very beginning. Professor Dumbledore had asked Harry to build the group. This was supposed to be the first official meeting.”

“The first official? So there have been interactions before?”

“I only know about one. They all met up to plan everything.”

“Who is all?”, Umbridge asked.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“I can´t be sure, I wasn’t there. But I suspect everyone from the list.”

“And what was your plan? What did you want to achieve with those meetings?”

“As I already said, I wasn’t a part of that.”, you pointed out. “But I know Dumbledore has asked Harry to teach the students how to fight.”

Umbridge´s hands clenched around her own cup of tea.

“To fight?”, she whispered breathlessly.

You nodded.

“Dumbledore held the view that the purely theoretical teaching in Defence Against The Dark Arts wasn’t enough. He wanted us to gain practical experience. And in his eyes, we didn’t do so in your class.”

“Obviously just an excuse.”, Umbridge interrupted you. “His goal was clearly a different one. The only purpose of this association was to form an army to bring down the ministry.”

“I don’t think so.”, you busted out. You bit your lip the very next moment, regretting your words.

But Umbridge didn’t seem to care. She threw you a compassionate smile.

“My dear, I totally understand that you want to think so. He had been your headmaster ever since you attended this school. But you have to understand that Dumbledore isn’t the man you all thought he was. Do you understand?”

By now, you bit your lip so hard, you could taste the metallic flavour of your own blood. But you nodded anyway.

“It´s just… so hard, you know? I always thought he was such a great man. And now he has done all those awful things. In the beginning, I thought that he might be innocent, but now that he´s on the run… I mean, why should he disappear when he isn’t guilty? But all of my friends still believe in him. And now they are all turning against me, just because I have doubts.”

Who hadn’t any doubts anymore, was Umbridge about your sincerity. By now you were absolutely certain that you had pulled the woman on your side. She tilted her head and threw you a -what she thought was- warm smile.

“I know my dear. But I can assure you that you have done the exact right thing. I am very proud of you.”

About half an hour later, you were still sitting in Umbridge´s office. The tea had by now gotten cold. Your Professor had asked you several questions about the DA, Professor Dumbledore and your friends. You had answered all the questions patiently.

“Well, I think that´s it. For now.”, Umbridge finally said with a sly grin on her face. “Or is there anything else you think you have to tell me?”

You pondered for a moment.

“The Galleons.”, you finally said. “The members were handed bewitched Galleons to communicate with one another.”

Umbridge nodded eagerly and scribbled down something on the pink parchment in front of her, which she had started to use halfway through to make sure she would remember every small detail you told her. Then she put down her quill and looked at you.

“Thank you very much, my dear. I really appreciate your effort. And it will be rewarded. Ten points to Gryffindor.”

You smiled.

“Thank you, Headmistress.”

Umbridge mirrored your smile.

“You earned it. You know what I told you. Good students will be rewarded, while bad students will be punished. Congratulations Miss (Y/l/n), you really honoured your house today. You have been really brave indeed.” Oh, if she only knew how much you had been. “You may leave now.”

You thanked the Professor with a sweet smile on your face and got up. When you had almost reached the door, you stopped.

“Headmistress?”

“Yes, my dear?”

“My friends… They won´t get in trouble for what I have told you, will they? I mean, I know what they have done wasn’t right, but I´m sure they wouldn’t have done it if they wouldn’t have been talked into it.”

“Don’t worry. I am very much aware of the bad influence Dumbledore had on his students. But from now on, that will change.” She threw you a tight-lipped grin. “So please tell your friends that from now on they will be responsible for their actions. And if they decide to keep on showing bad manners, I will take action.”

“I highly doubt that they will still listen to me after what I have done today.”, you responded glumly.

“They will understand that what you have done was for the good of all.”, Umbridge said softly.

You nodded.

“Thank you for your time, Headmistress.”

“Any time, my dear.”

Only when you pushed down the handle, Umbridge held you back once more.

“Miss (Y/l/n)?”

“Yes Headmistress?”

“Why don’t you attend the next meeting of the Inquisitorial Squad? By now there aren’t any Gryffindors in the group. But I want all students to be represented. I am sure we all can benefit from this collaboration.”

If she only knew how much you would benefit from this.

“I would love to. Thank you, Headmistress.”

And with that, you finally left.

But as you returned to the Gryffindor common room, the other students threw you some deadly glances and whispered with one another. And for the rest of the day, no one said a word to you, and everyone treated you with contempt.

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Rare Pair Fest IV Works - Day 13

Some glorious pairings today, and some artwork!! 😍

Title: No Place I'd Rather Be Author: raynick11 Ship: Remus Lupin/Draco Malfoy Prompt: #48 Rating: Explicit Word Count: 12,580 Warnings: No Warnings Apply Summary:

It's a bad idea…right?

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Title: We got a lot of bridges to burn, tables to turn Author: @okeydokeylackey Ship: Vincent Crabbe/Gregory Goyle/Draco Malfoy Prompt: Self-Prompt Rating: G Word Count: N/A (Art) Warnings: N/A Summary:

Amidst their 6th year, the Death Eater children are forced to carry a burden no 16-year-old boys should ever have had to bear. But at least they can carry it together.

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Title: While You're Making Plans Author: @phantomgrimalkin Ship: Regulus Black/Remus Lupin/Severus Snape Prompt: 124 Rating: T Word Count: 17,575 Warnings: Internalized homophobia/mentioned past homophobia/mentioned child abuse Summary:

“Regrettably, a terrible ‘prank’ was pulled on the night of the full moon. Mr Black revealed the secret of the Whomping Willow to Mr Snape, who went down the tunnel after you. Thankfully, Mr Potter found out and was able to save Mr Snape. Unfortunately, he was present for the beginning of your transformation."

After he was finally discharged, Remus was angry. He wanted answers. How the hell had Mr Black figured it out in the first place? And why would he do that? It seemed like Regulus and Severus were friends. For all Sirius’s belly-aching about his family, the youngest Black had always seemed… reasonably decent. Not a homicidal maniac.

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Remus wakes up to find out that someone told Severus Snape the secret of how to access the tunnel under the Whomping Willow. His determination to get answers leads his life in a completely unexpected direction.

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Title: Snowblind Author: Sorceress_Azalie Ship: Fleur Delacour/Severus Snape Prompt: 112 Rating: T Word Count: 956 Warnings: None Summary:

Fleur decides to shock everyone by asking Severus Snape to be her date to the Yule Ball. She wants a date who won't try to slobber over her and he agrees out of spite. After all, why shouldn't he get to go to the ball with a beautiful woman?

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Title: A Deal With a Dragon Author: FuegoPI Ship: Hermione Granger / Gringotts Dragon Prompt: #84 Rating: M Word Count: 10,112 Warnings: None Summary:

During the Gringotts break-in, Hermione makes a deal with the dragon involving a mysterious favor. But she wasn’t expecting the dragon to be even more uptight about fulfilling their bargain than she was. Written For Harry Potter Rare Pair Fest IV 2023.

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HP: Forbidden - Chapter Twelve

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Parings: George Weasley x Female OC (Slytherin)

Description:

Rosalie Riddle lives in the shadow of her father, going to Hogwarts made her feel safe and happy and when she meets George Weasley she feels a whole new emotion. Follow her story from the beginning of her Hogwarts Journey.

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: Can fluff be a warning? Little bit of angst. Fred still dies, sorry.

P.s. So this is a rewrite from a fanfiction I originally wrote when I was roughly 16. It was awful, truly awful, but I adored the story so I decided to rewrite it ten years later. Enjoy.

It was the day of the second task, classes had been canceled, which was a common thing this year, which bothered me, I was worried about my final exams.

With classes cancelled, Draco, Daphne and I made our way to the task, we had to take boats along the lake to stands where we could, well not really watch the task, the champions had to swim under the lake and find something that was taken from them. So we could watch them jump in and resurface an hour later. 

"Hope Potter comes last" Draco sneers, I tried telling him that Harry wasn't so bad, but I guess he'd never really listen. We watched the four jump into the lake. And now it was just a waiting game. 

Draco and Daphne were talking, Blaise, Gregory and Vincent had joined them, I wasn't really listening to their conversation, I looking around for my boyfriend, that was weird to think about, I had a boyfriend. It made me feel fuzzy and warm inside, though also a little scared. Everyone at Hogwarts knew, which made me think that someone had home must know.  If the Carrows found out they could potentially kill me, or best case scenario, they'd kick me out and I could go into hiding. It was moments like this where I realised the death eaters and followers of my father were so overdramatic.

"Hey you, what are you thinking about?" George asked, snapping me out from my thoughts. Fred was there too, smiling that goofy smile at me. 

"Thinking about you" I say, feeling a little cringe, but it made George blush so I wasn't too stressed about being cringe. 

Soon Fleur resurfaced, but not with the thing she lost, so she was disqualified. The hour was getting very close to being over. Next to resurface was Cedric with Cho. I was happy he would be coming first. And not long after, Viktor came up, looking like he had morphed into something down there, he had Hermione with him. 

We all waited, it was so cold up here, George wrapped his arms around me, making sure I was warm and my teeth weren't chattering anymore. 

Finally Ron and a younger girl came up, but no Harry. We all waited, another five minutes maybe, and finally Harry shot up out of the water. 

Finally the task was over, which meant I could go back inside where it was warm. 

_____

I finally found myself in a classroom, Defence Against the Dark Arts, with Professor Moody, I didn't enjoy his classes, and he always picked me to perform a dark spell and though, yes I was good at them but I didn't enjoy performing them. 

"As the third task comes near, I want to recap on the three unforgivable" Moody spoke, his voice booming over the class. I sighed, we had maybe recapped this three spells more than anything else in this class. I was beginning to think he didn't know anything else. 

"Miss Riddle, come demonstrate" My eyes rolled, and I sighed harder. He must of heard me. 

"The dark lord would be so very disappointed" He muttered as I walked past him. I turned around to look at him and at the class, no one seemed to of heard him. He brought out another spider for me to perform the three curses on. I did so, without flinching, and then went back to me seat. 

Once the class had ended, it was dinner, I walked alone, not feeling like walking with my friends. Ignoring the Slytherin table, I walked over to the Gryffindor table, ignoring the stupid looks from nearly everyone in the hall. I sat myself down next to George, and buried my head into his chest, his arms wrapped around me securely and I quietly let out a few tears. 

"What's she doing here?" I heard a voice, Ron I think. 

"Shove off Ron" Fred snapped, I smiled slightly. I was always worried Fred didn't like me. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" George asked me, whispering only to me. I shook my head. Maybe I will soon, but not right now. 

______

The third task came quickly, our end of year exams had come and gone, I did amazingly, that's all I care about. This task, the very idea of it scared me. A big maze full of things to fear. I was worried for Cedric. 

I sat in between Fred and George, whilst my Slytherin friends sat on the row below me. We watched the four go into the forest. And it was another round of waiting. I didn't understand, with all the magic in the world, and they couldn't magic up a way for us to watch the actual action. 

The twins were idly chatting, whilst I sat quiet, I knew it was bothering George, he could see that I was thinking, and worried about something. 

"What's wrong?" George whispered in my ears. I shrugged how could I possibly tell him that I didn't want to go home... home, funny it never felt like a home. Nor did I want to spend another summer at the Malfoys. They were nice, but stern, and I felt like every one of my movements were watched. I wanted to feel happy over my summer, just as I am at school. 

A flare went off, and it was announced that Fleur was first out of the task. Not long after Viktor was out too. Leaving just Harry and Cedric. 

 It had been long, the fires around the sitting area had to be topped up multiple times, though that didn't make it any warmer as it got later and colder. George had taken his jumper and wrapped it around me since my teeth were chattering. 

"I've got a really bad feeling" I mumble, George tightens his arm around my shoulders.

"It'll be alright" He smiled down at me. I nodded trying to believe him but I couldn't shake the feeling. Something felt incredible wrong. 

[dhr-ao3]

Vault 137

Vault 137 https://ift.tt/6FzPjo4 by Stein048 When the vault begins to experience equipment failures, the residents inside are forced to make a tough decision; to open their doors for the first time since the bombs dropped over 120 years ago and send out a select group of individuals to find parts needed for repairs— the nearest vault is over 120 kilometers away and unresponsive to their distress call. When the group steps out onto the surface, they find it filled with radiation and mutated animals and people alike. And soon, they realize the survivors above ground aren’t the only one changed by the war. Not everyone was born with magic, it seems. What has Vault-Tec been up to over the last century, or more? What will the group discover during their journey? Alpha/betas: Astrangefan, jen3227 Words: 3856, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, Fallout (Video Games), Fallout (TV 2024) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Gregory Goyle, Vincent Crabbe, Hermione Granger, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Prime Minister (Harry Potter), Astoria Greengrass Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Alternate Universe, Not Canon Compliant, harry potter x fallout, Weapons, Blood and Violence, Blood and Gore, Shameless Smut, Brotherhood of Steel (Fallout), Pureblood Society (Harry Potter), Dark Magic, Doomsday shit, Vault-Tec Corporation (Fallout), Vault-Tec Magical Branch and Experimentation, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/jYNFeXz May 06, 2024 at 02:30AM

[darkpeacemusic]

Rules for my asks/requests

Plz read before asking for requests

Fandoms and characters I will accept (so far):

Stranger Things (Mike, Dustin, Will, Lucas, Max, Eleven, Nancy, Steve, Jonathan)

Slashers (Jason Voorhees, Freddy Krueger, Candyman, pennywise (1990), Ghostface (Stu and Billy), Billy Lenz, Carrie, Chucky, Tiffany, Michael Myers, Bubba Sawyer, Jennifer Check, Norman Bates, Sinclair Brothers, Harry Warden)

Five Nights at Freddy’s (both games and movie) (Michael Afton, Mike Schmidt, Vanessa A., Vanessa Shelley, any animatronics except BB and JJ, Gregory (platonic only), Cassie (platonic only), Abby Schmidt (platonic only), Henry Emily)

Beetlejuice (Lydia Deetz, Beetlejuice)

Final Girls/Guy (Nancy Thompson, Sidney Prescott, Gale Weathers, Ash Williams)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward, Al)

Pirates of the Caribbean (Jack Sparrow, Hector Barbossa)

South Park (Kenny, Kyle, Butters)

Creepypasta/Slenderverse (Ben Drowned (platonic only), Jeff, Liu, Sully, Jane, Ticci Toby, Masky/Tim, Hoodie/Brian, Kate the Chaser, Laughing Jack, Eyeless Jack, Slender brothers (platonic only), Sally (platonic only), Dr Smiley, Nurse Ann, Nina, Candy Pop, Jason the Toymaker, The Puppeteer, Clockwork, Rouge, Wilson, Zalgo (platonic only), Nathan, Bloody Painter, Kagekao, Jill, Sadie, Hobo Heart, Cat Hunter, Chris the Revenant, X-Virus, Dollmaker, Frankie the Undead, Judge Angels, Lifeless Lucy (platonic only), Lost Silver (platonic only), Glitchy Red, Dr. Locklear, Lulu (platonic only), Killing Kate, Evan, Lauren, Jeff (from EMH), Jay Merrick, Alex Kralie, Amy, Jessica Locke, Seth Wilson, Will Grossman)

DCEU (Bruce Wayne)

MHA (Deku, Bakugo, Tokoyami, Kirishima, Denki, Jirou, Iida, Todoroki, Awaiza (platonic only), Mina, Tyusu, Momo)

MCU (Tony Stark (platonic only), Steve Rogers (platonic only) Peter Parker, Natasha Romanoff, Thor, Loki, Bruce Banner)

Harry Potter (Harry, Ron, Hermione, Snape, Dumbledore (platonic only), Nevel, Remus, the Weasley twins (Fred and George), Luna, Ginny, Draco)

Boyfriend to Death 1 + 2 (Strade, Ren, Lawrence, Sano, Vincent, Akira, Cain, Damien)

Till Death Do Us Part (Chris, Marcus, Aria, Jack, Ellen)

Alice Madness Returns (Alice)

L4D1 + 2 (Bill, Francis, Louis, Zoey, Coach, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle)

What I will write

General headcanons

X reader headcanons

Oneshots

Canon x canon headcanons (as long as it's appropriate)

Fluff

Angst

Gender neutral reader

Child reader (plantonic)

NSFW/Smut

Poly (only if the characters are the same age and are not related to each other)

S/Os with certain mental illnesses (eg anxiety, OCD, depression)

What I will not accept

Any specific gender reader (Cuz I don’t want to offend anyone by accident)

Rape

Abuse

Parent S/O

Trans S/O (again trying not offend anyone by accident)

Incest

Pedophilla

Pregnant S/O

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Upcoming Series

Part 3 of ??

Title: The Second Chance

Fandom: Harry Potter

Main characters: Aricka Potter, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Theo Nott, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle

Relationships: eventual Aricka x Draco, established Ginny x Harry, established Ron x Hermione.

Summary: The war is over. Voldemort is dead. The ministry decides on a unique strategy to reform the remaining death-eaters. They design a potion that turns the person who drank it into a young child, placed under the care of someone on the “light”’side of the war. They age a year every two weeks and are regularly checked on to ensure they are learning from the experience.

Draco is placed in the care of Aricka Potter, known as the “Girl Who Survived,” and then “The Girl Who Never Missed Her Mark,” to Wizarding Society. She specifically requested that Draco be put in her care, citing “he was never cruel to me in school, I see the good hidden in him.”

Aricka is determined to bring the soft, caring side of Draco out.

Will he let her? Or will this be another example of how everyone leaves him behind?

De-Aged Draco:

(Not my gif. I found it via Google images, if it’s yours let me know and I’ll give you the proper credit!)

@astralshipper @rosieshipper @hyperionshipping @yeehawselfshipping @letsgofoletsgo @tsundere-selfship @callsign-revenge

[ao3feed-drastoria]

Noble | Harry J. Potter

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gdlU21O by en_la70s ❛ In the echoes of history, truth lies hidden, In the hearts of the brave, love is written. Two souls, entwined by fate and love, In the face of darkness, they rise above.❜ ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ Brietta Astor and Harry Potter are forced in fates hand. Their love is absolute. But whether history repeats itself, for better or worse, is what remains unknown. ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ (harry potter x fem!oc) Years 4-7 Words: 13293, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Harry Potter, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Original Male Character(s) of Color, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Dobby (Harry Potter), Remus Lupin, Teddy Lupin, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Cedric Diggory, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour Relationships: Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Slow Burn, The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Original Character(s), Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Needs Therapy, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Battle of Hogwarts, 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, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/gdlU21O

[drarreckyninja]

Overheard in the Room of Requirement:

Blaise: "Let's dink our cream-tipped weenies."

Ron: "I'm flat outta sperm!"

Cedric: "A centaur: Mostly man but horse where it counts."

Cho: "When in doubt, bush it out."

Crabbe: "The nipples are the home of the sex drive."

Goyle: "Ho ho HO!"

Harry: "Ha ha ha! Chili time for the big man!"

Draco: "There's a little cubbyhole for your contraband..."

Ginny: "I busted a coconut while lookin' on the internet..."

Luna: "You ever been to a BJ's?"

Hermione: "Are you going to put it in your mouth and swallow immediately or are you gonna put it in your mouth and hold it there for a while?"

Viktor: "Bend over, buddy."

Neville: "What are you doing back there? I'm trying to fall asleep! Why are you beating off a, uh... making a beat?"

Pansy: "Girl, I want you to move and get in this tub, 'cause I've made lots of liquid flow into it."

[mytheoristavenue]

Peonies (Neville Longbottom) - Chapter 4.

This is the fifth part to a multipart Neville x OC story.

Summary: Professor Moody teaches his class about the unforgivable curses, and uses his students as examples.

Warning: arcahniphobia, death, torture, discomfort, unease, poor mental health.

"Alastor Moody, ex-Aruor, Ministry Malcontent, and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." A deformed mountain of a man stood at the head of the classroom, scribbling his last name on a chalkbaord with his back against the class. Slowly, he pivoted himself as if on the turntable of a music box, and faced the fresh fourht years with the a sterness that could rival that of Professor Snape's. "I am here because Dumbldore asked me, end of story, goodbye, the end. Any questions?" He paused to allow the silent students to inquire about anything he'd said thus far, and was met with a chorus of cleared throats and shifting fabric.

"When it comes to the dark arts, I beleive in a practical approach" he continued, each word becoming more and more seething with every sylible. "Now, first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" The room bacame even more hushed, if that was possible. Most young wizards weren't even aware of the Unforgivable Curses, and those who were were earily aware of the taboo that surrounded them, a few having even experienced them for themselves.

Marina could feel her entire body tense, her muscles contracting with the negitive energy in the room. She herself had hear rumors of a curse that could kill any being, whether they be magic or muggle, with just one incantation, but she had never beleived it. She glanced to her left at her tablemate, Hermione Granger, as she took in a sharp breath to speak.

"T-Three, sir."

"And they are so name?" Moody shot back, nearly excited.

"Because they are unforgivable." Hermione's shoulders shook with discomfort as she pressed on. "The use of any one of them will-"

"Earn you a one way ticket to Azkaban." the professor finished roughly, scribbling more unlegible writings on the chalkboard. "Correct. Now, the ministry says you're all too young to see what these curses can do." he said, setting down his stick of chalk on the podeum, an uneasy excitement in his tone as he did so. "I say different! You need to know what you're up against! You need to be prepared!" Marina watched cautously as Moody's fists clenched, stopping in his tracks. "You need to find another place for your gum besides the underside of your desk, Mr. Finnigan!"

Seamus's head darted up in shock, chewing gum still stuck to his fingers. "No way," he whispered to the students around him. "Old codger can see out the back of his head." The teacher's eye twitched at the comment as he spun on his heels to toss a chalk eraser at the insubordient boy's head with all his might. "And hear across classrooms!" Sadly, it hadn't had the momentum he was hoping for.

Sighing to calm himself down, Moody then returned to the topic at hand. "So, which curse shall we see first?" He asked, earily calm. A moment passed where Marina had the sinking feeling the she might be called on, an event she surely could not handle. To her relief, Moody already had a victim in mind. "Weasley!"

Ron sunk in his chair as the professor approached his desk, meekly mumbling out a shy, "Yes?"

"Stand." The ginger did as he was commanded, timidly rising to come closer Moody's looming height. "Give us a curse."

"Well, my dad did tell me about one," Ron began, sparking Moody's delight. "The Imperius Curse."

"Oh, you're father would know all about that." the professor responded. "Gave the ministry quite a bit of grief a few years ago.  Perhaps this will show you why." He briskly sauntered over to a nearby table which held a colorful array of insects anf reptiles in jars of varrying size for display. His eyes lingered a moment, scanning his assortment of prey before falling on a young whip scorpion, freshly matured, having just recently shed it's last juvinile molt. uUncapping the jar that the arachnid called home, Moody carefully scooped the unsuspecting creature into his palm, and hoisted it to freedom, cooing praises to it all the while. Retrieving his wand from his pocket, he pointed it to the scorpion, before releasing a blessing upto to enlarge it's size, if only for the sake a clearer demonstation for the class.

Meanwhile, something nausiating brewed in Marina's stomach as she painfully watched the scene unfold. There were plenty good reason these curses where not taught at Hogwarts, or anything other magic academy for that reason. Plus, everyone knew that Alastor Moody was mad, he was literally called 'Mad-Eye Moody'. Combining two terrible ideas would never result in anything positive. Before she could even catch up the events to take a stand against them, her professor was already casting the first curse, his voice full of more gravel that ever as he did.

"Imperio." The scorpian seized a bit, if only for a moment, before being made to hover in the air by the direction of Moody's wand, before land on the deask were Neville sat with Dean Thomas. As the creature was allowed to sit on Dean's notebook for a moment, it seemed to gain some sort of control of itself, perching up against the tense Gryffindor's torso, begging for mercy. Just as it had felt a sense of secruity, it was wisked away, flying through it air to land right in the face of Vincent Crabbe, who blubbered with fear, as it crawled to sit atop his nearly shaven head. Once again, the scorpian was forced to a new location, this time, taking up a residence on the desk that the Patil twins share, on Padma's hand, more specifically, effectively silencing her genlte laugher as it gingerly crawled up her arm.

Moody couldn't help but take a small pride out of the chorus of hearty laughter that had taken the room, removing and dropping the arachnid on one unsuspecting student to the next. Finally, as his next victim, he chose Ron, letting the terrified creature hover over the boy, who was just as scared, if not more. "Careful," Alastor warned witha snicker, "If she bites, she's lethal." The ginger let out a small whine, trying his best to shrink under the spider's legs, ultimately to no avail. The whip scorpian still planted on his forehead, just as it had with so many of his peirs, which froze the poor boy in fear.

The professor let out a childish giggle as he scanned the room, looking for students whom he'd heard to trouble makes from other teachers. His searched turned up with Malfoy. "What are your laughing at?" He asked, mockingly, willing the arachnid to make iteself into a muzzle, fit for a Slytherin.

"Get it off!" the blonde shouted, willing his friend, Gergory Goyle to swat the thing away, which only resulted in a ripe smack to his cheek. As the classroom erupted again with fits of laughter, the pit in Marina's stomach continued to grow. She had always been a killjoy, and didn't find very many cruel pranks funny, but this, she thought, this was absolutely barbaric. Something inside of her could sense an oncoming change in this scene, she could see it written all over Moody's delighted expression.

"Talanted, isn't she?" he asked the class as he zipped the poor creature through he air, before painfully slamming it against a peign of glass. "What shall I have her do next, jump out the window?" As suddenly as it had began, the fun was over and the negitive energy that Alastor seemed to carry with him at all times was wafting back into the room like a suffocating cloud of dust. As the scorpion slid off the magnifying glass, it plummited toward a pail of water, only for Moody to catch it just before it could break the surface of the liquid. "Drown herself?" he suggested to the disturbed class, continuing to hold it just high enough that it's legs dipped in the water when it struggled, before gently bringing her back to his hand.

The professor looked out on his audiance, almost confused as to why they'd stopped laughing, weren't they amused? "Scores of witches and wizards have claimed that they only did You-Know-Who's bidding under the Imperious curse." he finally spoke, bringing gravity into the act that his students had just taken amusment from. "But here's the rub: how do we sort out the liars?"

As he was ready to move forth with the lesson, Moody's eyes fell on Neville, and upon realizing this, the boy's skin paled, and he averted his gaze, in hopes that the professor might just find him to dimwitted to know anything about the unforgivable curses. Little did he know, that the man in front him, was living evidence that the cruses were real, and that Neville knew all about them. "Another, another. Longbottom is it?" Neville stood timidly, his gaze more looking through the teacher rather than at him. From behind, Marina couldn't halp but feel a pang to empathy for the Gryffindor. The Imerious curse, in her own opinon was the least severe of the three, and that only left Neville two terrible choices to pick from.

"Professer Sprout tells me you have an aptitude for Hebology." Moody said,  merely to let his student know that he had more knowledge of his personal details that one might think.

"Theres...the Crutiatus Curse." he mumbled, not daring to  make eye contact with anyone in the room. A spark of excitement flickered in Moody's eye  as he ushered the Gryffindor over to the desk that held his array of insects.

"Correct, correct! Come, come, take a little nasty." he said, setting the whip scorpion dwon onto a magnifying glass, now back to it's original size. "The torture cusre." he whispered, readying his wand. "Crucio."

The spider let out a pained squeal that never seemed to relent as its body and limbs twisted in torment. Neville's eyes seemed to widen, if only for a moment before squinting again, contorting into a disturbed expression, accompanied by labored breathes. The creature's suffering intensified, and Neville seemed to share it's pain, now nearly hyperventilating and turning his head away from the scene with eyes tightly shut.

Marina felt so shaken by what was unfolding as the head of the room, and her tablemate, Hermione seemed to share the same senitment as she shot up from her seat to bring the scene to a close. "Stop it! Can't you see it's bothering him? Stop it!" Her outburst seemed to force Moody out of his train of thought, as she shook his head and released his string of torment on the exhausted bug.  Releived, it bagan to crawl away, meek and tire. Neville, on the other hand, was unable to calm himself, trying with all hid might not to let tears that pricked his eyes fall.

As Alastor scooped the scorpion into his palm again and approached the class with, Neville stay on the stage, frozen in the first position Moody had put him in, anxiety consuming him to much to dare move. Much to Marina's horror, he approched her desk, settling infront of Hermione, before letting the spider crawl onto her textbook, much like it had done with Dean. "Perhaps you could give us the last unforgivable curse, Ms. Granger?" The girl shook her head in refusal, her spirit broken, and unwilling to lead the death of an innocent, tormented creature. With that, his gaze wandered over to her deask mate, Marina.

"Then, maybe, Ms. Rafferty would like a chance to excell in Ms. Granger's place?" The Hufflepuff's lip quivered as she weighed her options, she didn't want to do this. "Don't let me down."

With a distubed tear running down her cheek, she finally spoke, and her words gave everyone in the room a sour taste of her. "Th-The killing curse." Moody smiled at her answer, almost proud to have such a controllable student. "Avada Kadavra..."

"Thats correct, Ms. Rafferty, very well." he gave her a swift confirmation in her unsure answer and pointed his wand to the tired creature crawling about all over the table, on it's last legs. "Avada Kadavra."

Just like that, the lesson was over. The poor, abused whip scorpion was dead, having keeled over against the cover of Hermione's textbook at Moody's command. Marina flintched at the squeal it let out in it's dying breathes. She was honestly glad it was dead. It was free now, and Alastor couldn't torture it ever again.

[latecomerfangirl]

Harry Potter + Cards Against Humanity

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

Traitor pt.4

pt.3

After the exam the next day, you were a nervous wreck. Not only because you were pretty sure you had screwed up the question about the  Goblin riots of the eighteenth century, but also because Harry had some kind of seizure in the middle of the exam. With a worried look on your face, you had watched him leave the room, sharing a short look with Hermione, who just shrugged her shoulder, looking just as helpless as you.

After the exam, you spent the time until dinner with Draco, Blaise and Pansy, until you finally went to the Great Hall. But none of your Gryffindor friends was in sight.

When you already wanted to leave again, you saw Ginny entering the hall, her eyes wandering around, until her gaze settled on you. When she passed you, she let a small piece of parchment fall onto the ground right next to your seat. After a few seconds had passed, you unobtrusively picked it up. Need to get to Umbridge´s office, distract the others. You looked up and saw Ginny sitting a few meters away from you. As she looked in your direction, you gave her a short nod.

“We should go down to the lake again.”, you suggested after dinner.

Pansy, who had by now grown into somewhat accepting your presence, groaned.

“I don’t want to go outside. It´s so warm.”

“Exactly. We´ve been in here the entire time, cramming. The weather is so beautiful. We should take advantage of that.”, you tried again.

But Pansy shook her head.

“I don’t want to.”, she said in a whiny voice. “I´ll get back to the common room.”

That wasn’t that bad either. You couldn’t keep an eye on her there, but the Slytherin common room was located in the dungeons, far away from Umbridge´s office. You shrugged your shoulder defeated.

“Alright, your loss then.”

“I´ll join you (Y/n).”, Draco said, lying an arm around your shoulder, making you blush immediately.

“Of course you do.”, Pansy muttered, but you could see an amused grin playing around her lips, even though she tried to hide it.

“Blaise?”, you asked, looking at the tall boy questioningly.

Blaise´s gaze flickered from you to Draco and back to you.

“I think I´ll join Pansy.”, he smirked, winking at his best friend in a not exactly subtly way, that only made the blush on your cheeks deepen.

“Let´s go then.”, Draco said happily, as he took your hand as if it was the most normal thing to do.

And you followed him without hesitation.

Lazily lying down by the shore with Draco was by now definitely one of your favourite things to do. Especially now, that you didn’t have to spend time on studying for your exams anymore. However, today, you couldn’t quite relax. You were leaning with your back against the trunk of the tree again, while Draco had placed his head on your lap. Your hands were tangled in his hair, drawing lazy circles on his scalp, making the boy sigh comfortably. But while right now nothing but this moment should matter, your thoughts drifted away regularly, and you involuntarily tensed under Draco. The boy obviously noticed. And as you once more didn’t answer the question, he had asked you, he sighed and opened his eyes, glaring up at you.

“What is it (Y/n)?”

“Hmm?”

“You´ve got something on your mind, don’t you?”

You just shrugged your shoulders.

“Is it because of Potter? Are you worried about him?” If you wouldn’t be so occupied with your own thoughts, you probably would have noticed the jealous undertone in his voice.

“Yes. No! Well obviously I´m worried; he broke down.”

“But he was back on his feet right after it. He´ll be fine.”

The fact that Draco didn’t make any snarky remarks about the disastrous failure of his archenemy showed you how much he tried to calm you down.

“I know. And that´s not what…” You took a deep breath. “Draco, I need to tell you something.”

Your timing probably couldn’t be worse, but then again you highly doubted that it would ever be right. And you really needed to get this off your chest. You just couldn’t lie to the boy any second longer.

As he noticed the seriousness in your voice, Draco slowly sat up and looked at you attentively.

“What is it (Y/n)?”

You sighed.

“I… I don’t know how to tell you. It´s just… Draco you… I like you, okay? I  genuinely do and I´m just scared that if I tell you… You´re gonna hate me if I do.”

You turned your head, fixing your gaze on the lake that was glistening in the light of the setting sun.

Only when you felt some hands carefully cupping your cheeks and gently forcing you to turn your head again, you did so. Still, your gaze was fixed on the ground.

“(Y/n). Hey, look at me.” Draco´s voice was as soft as you had never heard it.

Slowly, you glanced up at him smiling down at you.

“(Y/n). I want you to listen to me, okay? I could never hate you. There´s nothing in this world you could do that would ever change what I´m feeling for you.”

Normally, you would have blushed now due to his words, but right now, he unknowingly made things only harder for you. You could feel tears pricking in your eyes.

“That´s even worse.”, you whispered. “Because I don’t want to hurt you.”

A small smile appeared on Draco´s face.

“I guess that´s a risk you must be willing to accept if you love someone.” You blinked quickly to banish the tears welling up. “(Y/n), whatever it is. You can tell me.”

You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Only when you had managed to do so, you started to talk.

“Before all of this, I never really liked you, you know that Draco?”

The boy let out a small chuckle.

“Don’t you say.”

“And I didn’t like what you and your friends stood for. And when Umbridge turned up, it only got worse. I mean, everything she has done… She´s just such a horrible person. And I hate everything she has done to this school. Done to us.”

Draco narrowed his eyes.

“Why did you become a part of all of this then?”

“That´s the point, Draco. I never really wanted to. When all of this started and before we got… before all these things between us happened, it was all just… In the beginning, all of this was nothing but a l…”

You were interrupted by a silvery ball of light, that suddenly intervened. Irritated, you turned your head, looking at the orb.

“Emergency.”, Umbridge´s shrill voice echoed from the ball. “Meeting at my office. Immediately!”

And with that, the orb was gone again.

You stared at the place where it had vanished in shock. But Draco was already on his feet.

“C´mon (Y/n). We have to go.”, he said in an antsy voice.

“But…”

“You heard her.”

“We aren’t her servants, Draco.”

“But it´s an emergency.”

“What I have to tell you is urgent too.”

Draco stopped his movements and looked at you.

“Tell me then.”

You stared at the boy, towering over you. You wanted to tell him. You really wanted to. No, you needed to. And since you suspected that the message had something to do with Ginny´s note it was probably even more important to tell him now, before he would find out any other way. But right now, you felt as if the spell between the two of you was broken. What you were about to tell him needed time. It needed an explanation. And now you weren’t able to take that time.

You sighed.

“Never mind.”, you mumbled.

Draco nodded and offered you his hand as he helped you up.

“We´re gonna talk about it after this.”, he said, smiling at you, as if he had no doubt that after whatever was going to happen you would still be whatever you were right now.

But for some reason, you highly doubted this. And for that reason, you held onto his hand tightly as you made your way back to the castle, clinging on to it as if it was for the last time.

Draco knocked twice before he opened the door to Umbridge´s office. As he entered, he stopped in the doorframe.

“Now look at this.”, he said. His voice sounded dangerously joyful.

Only when Draco finally stepped aside, so you could enter behind him, you could see what had brought the huge smile on the boy´s face. Your heart stopped.

There were your friends, held captive by your other friends. Cassius Warrington held his wand to Ron´s throat like it was a knife, Millicent Bulstrode held onto Hermione tightly, two Slytherin girls from a year above you did the same to Ginny and Luna, and Crabbe kept Neville in a stranglehold. Pansy and Goyle stood off the beaten track and watched the scene with huge grins on their faces. Harry was sitting on a chair in the middle of the room, while Umbridge towered over him with a spiteful smile on her lips.

You watched the scene like a rabbit in headlights. Only when Draco, who was still holding your hand, pulled you to the side and sat down in one of Umbridge´s armchairs, you moved again, following the boy, but your gaze was still fixed on the scene in front of you.

Just as you started to realize what was happening, the door opened again, and Professor Snape joined you.

“You asked for me, Headmaster?”, Snape asked in his usual unimpressed voice, but you could see his eyes flickering through the room restlessly.

“Ah, Professor Snape.”, Umbridge said and her smile only widened. “Would you please bring me another vile of Veritaserum? I need it as soon as possible.”

But Umbridge´s smile fainted the second Snape explained to her that he didn’t possess any truth serum at the moment and that it would take about a month to brew a new one.

You had never seen the woman that furious and it scared you. You shared a glance with Draco, who looked slightly alarmed as well.

“Very well.”, Umbridge suddenly said after Snape had left again in an unusual calm voice that was even more concerning than her previous tantrum. “The Cruciatus Curse should loosen your tongue.”

You could hear Hermione letting out a strangled cry before she assailed the Professor to change her mind, but Umbridge seemed to have made a decision. You looked at the others, unsure of what to do. Even the other members of the Inquisitorial Squad seemed to be uneasy, not sure whether they should do something about this obvious crossing of a border, or not. Your hand clenched around your wand, ready to do whatever would be necessary to keep Umbridge from torturing Harry like that, but as your gaze found the one of your friend, he shook his head slightly, connoting you to not do something stupid.

“But Hermione is right, Headmistress.”, you quietly spoke up. All eyes were now lying on you. “I mean, we did all of this to protect the Ministry, didn’t we? Because they broke the rules. Then we shouldn’t be allowed to break the laws we´re trying to protect, should we?”

But Umbridge didn’t even seem to listen to you.

“Shut your mouth!”, she said in a shrill voice. “Don’t talk about things you don’t understand, silly girl.”

Draco wrapped his hand around your wrist, pulling you closer to him, looking up at you with a gaze that clearly meant that you should listen to the woman.

Umbridge had by now raised her wand. It shook slightly in her hand. An expression of madness had appeared on her face and her eyes were glistening maliciously.

Your hand clenched into the firm material of Draco´s sleeve, as you watched the teacher scanning Harry´s body for the most convenient place for the curse to hit.

But before she could vocalize the curse Hermione stepped in again. By now tears were running down her cheeks. Umbridge lowered her wand, as she saw that Hermione was at her breaking point, ready to tell her what was going on. For a moment you could have sworn to see some regret flashing in her eyes, as she realized that she wouldn’t get to torture Harry today.

But when Hermione started to tell Umbridge about Dumbledore´s secret weapon, everything else seemed to be forgotten.

You looked at Hermione with widened eyes. How was it possible that you didn’t catch any of that? You highly doubted that you would have forgotten if your friends had told you about it. Hadn´t they told you this because they didn’t trust you anymore? Because they thought that they might had lost you to the enemy?

But as you looked at Harry, who seemed to be just as confused as you by Hermione´s statement, you slowly started to realize that your friend was trying to fool Umbridge once more. And it seemed to work because the expression of madness now gave way to one of hunger.

Finally, she seemed to be convinced by Hermione´s report.

“Very well, my dear. Then show me the way. And we will take Potter with us.”, Umbridge said.

“Professor.”, Draco now spoke up. “Don’t you think a few of us should accompany you? We could…”

But Umbridge didn’t seem to like the idea of anyone else accompanying her, so she left with Hermione and Harry, ordering you to not let any of the others escape.

You stared into the void. If you might had forgotten in the last few weeks what exactly the operation had been good for, you had been reminded of it today painfully. You had known that Umbridge was a cruel person, but even in your wildest dreams, you would have never imagined her to be willing to hit one of her students with an unforgivable curse. And the people you had grown into liking so much in the last few weeks had just been standing there, doing nothing about it. But then again, you had done nothing about it too. The recent events had changed you so much, you barely recognized yourself anymore. And you hated it. You had gotten yourself into a position where, no matter what you would do, it would be wrong. But now wasn’t the time to pity yourself. You had to think up a plan for how you would be able to get your friends -your real friends, who had been your family ever since you attended Hogwarts- out of here.

Umbridge had left almost half an hour ago and had left you in her office. By now, the members of the Inquisitorial Squad had sat down on the chairs, pointing with their wands at the others, who were standing in one corner of the room. The atmosphere was tense, and no one said a word. You let your eyes wander around the room, searching for any advantages that might benefit you in here. Your eyes settled on Umbridge´s desk, where she had placed the wands of your friends. Their owners stood only two meters away from them. Still, it was almost impossible to reach them. Not if all those people watched them closely, only waiting for them to make a move.

You needed to distract them. But you had no idea how to do it.

“Where do you think they went?”, you finally broke the silence.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“They could be anywhere.”

“But it needs to be close. Students aren’t allowed to leave the school ground. And if they have worked on it before…”, Pansy stepped in.

“Maybe the room of requirement?”

You shook your head.

“That wouldn’t make sense. They know we can get in there.”

Silence.

“I mean, it depends on what this weapon is, doesn’t it?”, you spoke up again. If you would just keep talking long enough they might get inattentive and you would provide your friends with the chance they needed.

“Do you think they hid it in their dorm?”, Draco asked.

You shook your head.

“If it´s so dangerous that they think it can defeat Umbridge then they won't keep it in their place. Besides, I´ve never seen anything in there.”

“Maybe somewhere outside?”, Pansy suggested. She lowered her wand a bit as she thought about it. “Only if it won´t get affected by the weather of course.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe. What do you think, Millicent? Crabbe, Goyle?”

The three turned around, looking at you irritated. Since neither of them was the sharpest knife in the drawer, they weren’t used to getting engaged in a conversation that required actual thinking.

And that was all your friends needed. In a quick movement, Ron sprinted towards the desk, grabbed the wands, ducked away from a curse Draco had fired on him as soon as he realized what Ron was up to, and threw the wands to his friends.

Since they were caught by surprise, your friends managed to throw some curses at their opponents, before they were even able to react. Still, the fight to reach the door was bloody. But one by one your friends managed to bring the members of the Inquisitorial Squad down. Lastly, Ginny jinxed a Full Body Bind on Pansy, who sank to the ground.

Now only Draco and you were still left. It would have been a hopeless fight, even if you were truly on the side of the Inquisitorial Squad.

But the moment Ginny was distracted hexing Pansy, Draco suddenly sprinted forwards, grabbing the girl by her wrist, his wand pointing at her head.

“No one leaves the room, or your little friend will pay for it.”, he hissed.

The others, who were almost at the door froze. You could see Ron´s entire body tense and his eyes were flickering murderous as he saw Draco having a tight grip on his little sister.

“Malfoy, if you hurt her, I will…”

“That´s up to you, Weaselbee. And to your friends. Wands down.” Ron lowered his wand immediately, as well as Luna, but Neville hesitated. “Now, Longbottom. I won´t ask again.”

Slowly, Neville obeyed. Draco grinned brightly.

“Well, well, well. At least you are better friends than fighters. (Y/n), get their wands.”

You stared at the boy, not quite realizing he was talking to you. The entire time you had remained in a corner of the room, not quite sure what to do. But now you had no other chance but to take action.

“(Y/n). What are you waiting for?”

You caught Draco´s gaze. He was panting heavily, but there was a triumphant shimmer in his eyes. He was absolutely certain he had won. The enemy was under control and he had not the slightest doubt that you would follow his orders.

Slowly, you stepped towards the others, your wand in your hand.

“(Y/n). What do you think you´re doing?”, you heard Ron´s aghast voice.

Your gaze was flickering from the redhead to the blond boy, who was smiling at you.

“I have no idea.”, you said in a hollow voice. It was calm, but your hand shook vigorously as you raised your wand. Slowly, you turned around to Draco, the tip of your wand now pointing towards him.

“(Y/n)… What…?”

“Let her go Draco.”

And as you looked into Draco´s eyes, it almost broke your heart. You could see how his gaze changed. From irritation to realization to the ultimate defeat. The grip he had on Ginny loosened and the girl freed herself, but Draco didn’t even seem to notice, as his eyes never left yours. You remained rooted in your spot, your wand still pointing at him, while the boy didn’t even make any effort to raise his.

“We should leave before the others recover.”, you heard Ron´s voice through a haze. “(Y/n), are you coming?”

But you shook your head, your gaze still fixed on Draco.

“You go. I´ll stay.”

“But…”

“Leave. Now!”, you snapped and turned your head to Ron and looked at him vividly.

“C´mon Ron. She´ll be alright.”, Luna said in a soft voice, as she grabbed her brother by his arm and dragged him behind her. Ginny and Neville followed them.

You waited a few more moments to make sure they were out of reach before you lowered your wand. But Draco still didn’t reach for his. Instead, he just continued staring at you.

“I… Draco, I´m so sorry. I wanted to tell you, but I…”

“Since when?” Draco´s voice sounded clear and controlled.

You lowered your gaze. There they were again, the tears burning in your eyes.

“Since when (Y/n)?”

“Since the beginning.” It was just a whisper.

Draco nodded. His face showed no emotion.

“Draco, I really am sorry.  I would have never done that if I would have known… I mean, this thing between us that was never…” You took a step towards Draco, but he backed off.

“You should go now. When they get up again, you don’t want to be here anymore.”

“But I…”

“Damn it, (Y/n). I told you to leave. So get lost.”

Draco´s voice broke as he glared at you. And when you saw the tears welling up in his eyes as well, you knew that your betrayal on him was even worse than you had ever imagined. So instead of trying to explain to Draco once more something that -at least it seemed to you like that right now- had absolutely no justification, you just nodded and turned around.

Only when you had almost reached the door, you looked at Draco once more. He was still standing at the same spot; his shoulders were trembling.

“Just so you know; whatever we had – that wasn’t part of the plan.”

You could feel the tears running free by now. Draco didn’t show any signs he had even heard what you had just said.

And only when you were long gone, a single tear made its way down his face, making the boy wonder how -within minutes- the possible best thing that had ever happened to him turned out to be the worst.

pt.5

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[onlytaylor]

That time during the Battle of Hogwarts when Draco almost died in the Room of Requirement but kissed Harry Potter instead

Draco Malfoy limps. He fucking drags his leg behind him, pushing forward and sacrificing every ounce of repituity while doing so.

It was the fucking snake. Nagini, the one who’d lived with them for months at Malfoy Manor. The one who the Dark Lord had fed numerous times in front of his followers, Draco chewing his cheek with silent opposition.

And now, it had bit him right in the arse. Just a bit lower in all technicality, but Draco didn’t care. He just wanted solace.

He hadn’t meant to show the slightest reluctance to the Dark Lord’s plan to invade the school. To “catch Potter once and for all” as soon as his presence had been identified. Forgive him- Draco loved Hogwarts. It was the only place he’d ever felt (and he’d kill you if you knew this) home. At school, he had his friends. He had games of exploding snap and good-willed jabs between housemates and witty banter. He had Potter to annihalate with sarcastic comebacks and the like. It all gave him fuel; a sense of purpose.

Now, that fuel had been ignited by dark magic and curses that set the turrets on fire. Creatures ran rampant, killing those in their wake. Some of the braver students had stuck around and threw counter-spells from behind posts and make-shift debris walls. In the midst of it all, Draco limps.

He pulls his leg to the Room of Requirement, where he knows Potter will be. He’s known him far too long to guess his motives. His plans were like clockwork, a rhythmic and predictable rouse. Or maybe, Draco was just that keen at sensing his thoughts and ideas.

He doesn’t have a lot of time; he’s figured that much out. Even if he manages to outrun Voldemort, the poison will still inevitably travel through his circulatory system. He’s already broken into a cold sweat as he approaches his destination.

Potter’s already there, rummaging through stacks of decade old-belongings that only the Room of Hidden Things would hold. He’s clearly searching for something.

“Malfoy.” He starts, pointing his wand at Draco’s chest. He’s alone, and the silence that ensues is almost unsettling. But this time, Draco doesn’t care.

He doesn’t care that he’s spent the last 7 years arguing with this boy. He doesn’t give a flying fuck that he’s on the dead end of his wand. He’s dying, and he doesn’t bother with small details.

He focuses instead on the vibrancy of his stare, the way his green eyes cut through him like no one else ever could. The soft patches of dirt that bespeckle his face and hands from battle. The beads of sweat that slowly trickle down the side of his neck, reflecting his urgency.

“I don’t have time for games right now!” He shouts, eyes darting around the room for his lost object while his wand remains steady. They then come to rest on his form, his bloody and pathetic lower half that trails lifelessly behind him.

“Wait, Malfoy- you’re- you’re hurt.”

Draco doesn’t respond. He tells himself his hard swallow is the effect of the snake venom, but he knows it’s a lie. It’s always been.

The caring tone to Potter’s voice, the way he lowers his wand and rushes to inspect him regardless of his mission is enough to push him over the edge. To ignite that same fire deep within his belly, blazing wild and free.

“What happened?” Potter is close, too close, and Draco finds it hard to catch his breath. That’s what happens when you’re dying, right?

“Fucking snake,” is all he manages to squeak, and suddenly he’s light headed. He slides downward to the floor, and Potter, against all odds, reaches to catch him.

Now they’re both on the ground, Draco panting and Potter pointing his wand at the wound. “Reinervate!” He commands, but nothing happens.

Again, louder. “Reinervate!”

“It’s fine, Potter. Don’t waste your time on me. You’ve got bigger fish to fry.” He smirks, and this is all too real. Potter’s caring for him. It’s nice and warm. Peaceful.

“Fuck, Malfoy, when did you become such a selfless git?” He’s smiling, and Draco chuckles. It’s a beautiful truce, winding and weaving Draco whole.

“When you decided to save the world, I guess.” Living Draco Malfoy would never be so vulnerable, allowing the sharp silence to fill the air between them. He’d scoff, or roll his eyes before running infinitely in the opposite direction. Dying Draco, however, was a fucking sap. He refused to deny himself what he’d been missing, buried upon layers of mistakes and bad decisions. Potter draws in a sharp inspiration before settling into Draco’s gaze.

“Why didn’t you tell them? Bellatrix- you knew it was me. You knew it was me, and you didn’t say anything...”

Draco laughs softly. “Because, you idiot, it was always you. Always fucking you. And I fucked up; I ruined my chance to be good. But you... you are what good aspires to be. And I hate that about you, I always have.” He pauses, grinning and shaking his head at his own stupidity. “But it’s what makes you Saint Potter, and you deserve every piece of it.”

Potter’s mouth drops into the finest of “O’s,” and Draco can’t help but stare at the plump crimson of his lower lip.

“Malfoy- Draco- what the fuck,” he whispers, and it’s not a question, but a foretelling. His voice is raspy; he swallows hard against a dry throat. His eyes are reflective pools of the past seven years, memories dancing across his irises as he realizes the implication of Draco’s words. He licks his lips, studying the boy before him. The boy that was wholesome and selfless and good despite all previous notion.

Before he can answer, Draco points upward. “Potter, look,” He states, his hazy vision landing on the most peculiar glint of sapphire. “It’s a diadem. Isn’t it pretty?”

“It’s a-“ Harry turns suddenly, whipping toward the direction of Draco’s gesture. Sure enough, there, propped against a dusty old mannequin atop a mound of antiquities, was exactly what he’d been looking for.

His face lights up, cheeks a rosy pink as they’re pulled taut. “Draco, you fucking prat, you found it! You-“

He jolts back to look at him, but his lids have come to a gentle close. His chest rises and falls in a shallow rhythm, and Harry notices the amount of blood that’s pooled around them.

“Draco, no! Fuck!” He glances around, desperate for some sort of answer, before deciding to cup Draco’s face in his hands.

“You can’t go and do this now, you wanker! Not when you just told me how you feel! Draco, please, please-“ he Grips for dear life, but Draco’s face is cool to the touch.

His stomach clenches. How has everything he’d known to be true flipped in just a matter of minutes? How did he end up here, begging his arch nemesis to be alive?

He runs a hand along the edge of Draco’s jaw, and he stirs a bit. His fingers glide lower, down the soft plane of his neck and collarbone. Draco shivers. Potter laughs.

“You like that, don’t you?” He smiles, playfully amused as he trails a path down Draco’s chest. The caress is heaven, and in his semiconscious state Draco feels whole. Green eyes flicker down to his lips, pale but smooth despite his current state. Harry knows this is it, and it’s all or nothing. There is no longer right and wrong; light or darkness. It’s only Draco, and himself, and everything that he’d thought he’d known to be true snowing gently in broken bits all around them.

He bites his lip, making a characteristically Harry decision- a rash, exuberant, intuition-driven thought that just feels right. And as he leans forward, closing the gap between them, he knows there’s no going back.

He’s going to get them out of here. Destroy the diadem. And- Goddamnit- Draco is going to get another chance.

Draco’s eyes fly open as Harry presses their lips into a soft embrace. It’s as if kissing fucking Harry Potter causes more of a shock to his system than the venom coursing through his veins, and suddenly he’s wide awake.

His hands are tingling; he’s nauseous; the room is spinning. And absolutely no part of that has to do with the injury to his leg.

Draco relaxes; allows himself to succumb to the warmth that spreads throughout his body. God, Nothing had ever felt like this before. If this was the type of reprieve that dying got him, then by golly-

Harry pulls away suddenly, and the absence is heavily vacant upon his lips. His stomach twinges as Harry snaps upward. It is all too evident that they are no longer alone.

“Potter! I fucking found you! You’re dead!” The voice belongs to Crabbe, and Draco is just coherent enough to make out his figure. He’s accompanied by Goyle, waving his wand about, attempting haphazardly to bring about some type of spell. Draco raises a weak hand to protest, but flames are already shooting from the tip of his wand toward a pile of rubbish beside them.

“Fu-fucking fiendfyre,” he whispers, and realization dawns on Harry as he realizes what Draco’s said. Crabbe wasn’t joking. They needed to get the diadem and get the fuck out of there.

In the nick of time, the door opens to reveal Weasley and Granger, who immediately hurl spells at Draco’s childhood friends. The robotic henchmen that he’s realized were no more loyal to him than his own father. They were blind, the lot of them, sightlessly following orders from the Dark Lord. Draco dodges, protecting his face from the fallout. Magic sparks the air, and an urgency radiates between all parties as Crabbe’s flames begin to violently spread.

Harry squeezes his hand before jetting forward, climbing the Mound of Things to retrieve the diadem. Crabbe and Goyle are distracted momentarily by the fire, which has formed the shape of a large serpent and seems to be forming ideas by its own volition.

Ron Weasley stares with his mouth open as the snake rears it’s head, and even Crabbe seems surprised at his own doing. Hermione, in a fit of logic, grasps his hand and pulls him from the direct path of the flames as the serpent strikes.

Harry’s tumbling, struggling to find hand-holds in the pile as things get heated. He’s almost to the diadem, and Draco is silently willing his thoughts to persuade his victory. He can hardly move, and in the midst of chaos he notices that his leg is tingling.

In the next moment, several things seem to happen simultaneously. Harry suddenly grabs the diadem. Ron and Hermione have summoned brooms and are hastily mounting their only means of escape. Crabbe and Goyle back away, terrified, as the snake turns on its master and slithers toward them. Draco observes it all, shaking slightly as his muscles contract involuntarily. His leg, it’s burning, and it’s as if the more the flames travel from object to object the more consuming the pain becomes.

Ron and Hermione are ascending rapidly toward Harry. The flames are climbing higher, ignited on old parchment rolls and other treasures from previous students. Harry is pulled onto Ron’s broomstick as he steers to the exit.

Harry screams objections, yelling at his friend to turn the broom around. Draco’s stomach lurches at the sentiment, but he knows it’s over for him.

The serpent’s attention is diverted to the trio as they halt and sharply turn backward. Weasley’s grumbling is barely audible above the high-pitched whine of the fire, and Draco begins to cough as smoke chokes the air.

The snake strikes, and a shower of flames lands around him. His leg, it’s on fire, it’s on fucking fire...

The pain intensifies. He’s going to pass out soon, he’s sure. His flesh is screaming, but all he can vocalize is a string of choked coughs. His throat is raw, but it’s nothing, nothing compared to the bite of that fucking snake...

He’s barely conscious, but he feels a tugging sensation on his limbs. And then he’s weightless, like he’s riding on air. The pain, it’s lessening. He must be close to death...

Harry. He thinks of that kiss, the one that forever erased the line between good and evil. How ironically it was the most alive he’d ever felt. And how if heaven was real, and if Draco Malfoy was lucky enough to end up there, he’d spend an eternity reveling in that one moment.

He allows his thoughts to consume him, until his leg is painless. He’s floating, flying... until he’s not.

He feels himself fall, tumbling forward, and then the slam of the floor against his chest brings him back to reality. His eyes flash open, miraculously, to find that he’s facing the entrance to the Room of Requirement. The door is closing, and there’s a serpent, and the room is engulfed in flames...

But as it seals shut, he’s left in the silence that he suddenly realizes is indicative of his safety. Next to him is Granger, pulling Ron to a standing position. On his other side is Harry, fucking Harry...

He’s lifting himself from the floor and begins running straight toward Draco, bruised and splattered with soot. Before he can open his mouth to speak, Harry’s arms are thrown around him.

“Your leg, Draco! How is it?” He pants, pulling away slightly to examine the wound.

But it’s vanished.

Draco’s mouth falls inexplicably, and he’s unable to make sense of anything that’s happened in the past ten minutes.

He gapes stupidly, breath heading as he grasps the fact that he’s suddenly fucking alive and his leg doesn’t hurt and there’s no bite. And Harry fucking Potter is still holding him, and it’s so much that he can’t handle it.

Overwhelmed with emotion, he stares at Potter, who’s a fucking light at the end of the incessant, winding tunnel that’s been his life the past few years. He becomes lost in the details of his face, cheeks flushed crimson with adventure and green eyes peering from behind glasses that were probably permanently crooked by now. He pulls his lip between his teeth as he too contemplates what happened.

“Fiendfyre.” Granger’s voice pierces the quiet confusion. “It’s a dark enough spell to destroy a horcrux. That’s why when you dropped the diadem, Harry, it disentigrated.”

“Oh my God, Hermione, Nagini is-“

“A horcrux.” She finished, and Draco glanced between them. Ron’s eyes were glazed over, and for the first time in his life Draco Malfoy felt he could relate. The logistics of it all quickly faded however as Harry’s eyes positively brightened.

“Draco, I don’t know fucking how, but when the fiendfyre caught your leg... it must have reversed the effects of the snake bite.” He’s smiling, a wide, wholesome grin, and Draco finally catches his breath.

“I’m- I’m not dying,” he declares, more to himself than anyone else, and Harry’s still beaming as he presses a continuation of their earlier kiss to his lips. It’s war, but in this brief moment, they’re fucking happy, and that’s all that matters.

“You know, I’m not dying, Hermione,” Ron tries with a helpless shrug, and she blushes before slapping his arm.

“Come on, boys,” she says determinedly to them all, “we’ve got a war to win.”

[dhr-ao3]

Noble | Harry J. Potter

Noble | Harry J. Potter https://ift.tt/eojysQJ by en_la70s ❛ In the echoes of history, truth lies hidden, In the hearts of the brave, love is written. Two souls, entwined by fate and love, In the face of darkness, they rise above.❜ ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ Brietta Astor and Harry Potter are forced in fates hand. Their love is absolute. But whether history repeats itself, for better or worse, is what remains unknown. ⋆⋆☆⋆⋆ (harry potter x fem!oc) Years 4-7 Words: 13293, Chapters: 5/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Harry Potter, Original Black Family Characters (Harry Potter), Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Angelina Johnson, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood, Original Male Character(s) of Color, Charlie Weasley, Molly Weasley, Arthur Weasley, Barty Crouch Jr., Evan Rosier, Cho Chang, Zacharias Smith, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Millicent Bulstrode, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Minerva McGonagall, Albus Dumbledore, Horace Slughorn, Rubeus Hagrid, Andromeda Black Tonks, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Dobby (Harry Potter), Remus Lupin, Teddy Lupin, Ted Tonks, Sirius Black, Peter Pettigrew, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Cedric Diggory, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Hedwig (Harry Potter), Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Fleur Delacour Relationships: Harry Potter/Original Female Character(s), James Potter/Lily Evans Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley, Luna Lovegood/Ginny Weasley, Astoria Greengrass/Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Neville Longbottom/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Albus Dumbledore Bashing, Slow Burn, The Golden Trio Era (Harry Potter), Original Character(s), Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Needs Therapy, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Battle of Hogwarts, 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, Post-Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/Uu91TRm April 24, 2024 at 05:04AM

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Pansy Parkinson Headcanons | TW : eating disorders, suicide

she was very chubby growing up, and probably overweight

she and draco grew up together because they were both like old pureblood families

she was not at all popular for her first couple years, and was only really known because she annoyed Draco

She had her first kiss when she was thirteen with Vincent Crabbe

When she was fourteen she started developing an eating disorder and to the end of her fourth year she had full fledged anorexia

She started becoming popular in the end of her fourth year, and kissed Draco towards the end

They dated all throughout that summer

During fifth year she was very much super popular and also realized she liked girls too

She started to suspect Draco didn’t like her like she liked him, but mostly let it go because she figured they’d get married

She lost her virginity on her birthday before her sixth year with Draco

Draco started crying and she knew he was gay but they decided to continue dating

He got the dark mark, and she didn’t partly because her mother wasn’t involved either, and partly because she was terrified

She figured that after the war she would get married to draco

She and Daphne become very close during their sixth year and fooled around a bit

Throughout her sixth year she was very affected by what was hapenning to draco and the war overall and drank multiple times a week

Once seventh year started, Pansy and Daphne spent almost every night in the same bed, but didn’t do that much as they were both terrified

She gave up Harry Potter because she wanted her friends to be safe, but not because she supported Voldemort, although she wanted him to win

When the battle was over, Pansy immediately left England and stayed in France with Daphne for a bit

After the trials, she came back eventually becoming very depressed

She lost a ton of money, and eventually married Gregory Goyle despite them not loving each other

Greg kills himself when Pansy is thirty, and she falls into a bad depression

She moves in with Draco, who is dating Harry at this point

Through it all, Pansy still remains snark and rude to any outsiders

She keeps things inside, refusing to let it show

She still dislikes Harry despite what Draco wants