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A broken family of monsters

oc × abusive mother/ mention of child abuse, maiming leading to infertility, torture, killing, generational trauma, cannabilism, and basically everything messed up you could expect from a death eater. (phoebe black visits her only living parent in Azkaban. To tell the truth and see what's still left of her cold, abusive death eater mother) Very long fic lol

The war was over. Voldemort is gone, death eaters are either dead or locked up and the few that didn't were heavily fined leaving them with enough to live but not strive in wealth as they did before the war. Except for the ancient most powerful house of black.

All thanks to phoebe narcissa black.

The war left everyone scarred often quit literally but for phoebe it simply showed her the absolute worst side of herself. Guarded, ruthless and cold. People deemed her a war hero but she didn't care, not much atleast. The title was just to benefit her and her siblings.

The family was left in pieces. Both parents death eaters, father dead, mother locked up in Azkaban, regulus at 15 and Asterum at 5 left in the care of Phoebe who recently turned of age and therefore became head of the house black.

Now the young witch walked through the cold, grim halls of Azkaban before she stood in front of her mother's cell. Cheek was scarred, eyes red as if she hadn't slept properly in days, and her beautiful long hair was now cut so short that it barely reached her shoulders. Phoebe wore a mix of my old wardrobe while also having 'unproper' clothing, such as my leather jacket and a blouse whose two top buttons were left open.

She stared into the cell looking at her mother, once always wearing expensive clothes to show her wealth in nothing but a prison uniform. The older witch looked wide-eyed at her supposed-to-be dead daughter. "..mother." She stood there in the cell just staring at her girl for what seemed ages. Finally, she spoke when she decided it wasn't a hallucination of her imagination.

Lucretia voice was cold, harsh, and filled with a mixture of bitterness and disbelief.

"…I thought you were dead."

That was all she said in response, her body completely unmoving as she continued to stare her firstborn down. Her eyes roamed over every part of her daughter, taking in every little detail.

"I thought the same when that curse of yours hit me." That statement stung Lucretia somewhere deep but she didn't show it. Like mother like daughter. "But Hermione saved me." A mudblood that saved my life was all the mother heard and now on a first name based with the girl she nearly died for. Standing in front of her while she stood behind bars she realized just how different her daughter had become from what the young powerfull witch was raised to be… Yet still had traces of my parents in her which infuriated the death eater. Phoebe stood there fearless and her face hardened at her mother while she could tell her child was deliberately thinking about what to say, the same way her father did.

After a long moment of silence, she spoke, her voice filled with a mixture of disappointment and disgust.

"How… pathetic."

A part of her still loved baby, and a part of her worried, but it was buried deep beneath layers of pride, bitterness, and disappointment.

"You're a black, not some filthy mudblood's pet."

She said harshly, her voice cutting like a blade.

"I raised you better than this. I thought I gave you a stronger backbone, stronger pride."

"You say that but I'm not behind bars for my actions" The young witch reminded her predecessor who was in control now. "Your choices nearly killed me. How exactly does that make you a proper mother?" Tone firm unwavering, and determined to see this through. No matter how many horrible memories it might bring up.

A flicker of annoyance crossed Lucretia's face, and she clenched her jaw, anger beginning to grow inside of her. She tried to control her temper, but her first child's audacity and the truth in her words stung like a slap in the face.

"You dare speak to me like that?"

She hissed, taking a few steps closer to the bars, her eyes narrowing

"I gave you everything. A name, family, power, privilege. I gave you your life."

Each word was punctuated with anger, her voice rising in volume. "And now you have nothing after you nearly murdered me" Phoebe stated unmoving from her stance.

Her grip on the bars tightened, her knuckles turning white from the force of it. Her voice was cold and venomous, her words dripping with anger and bitterness.

"Watch your tone, girl. I am still your mother even if I'm in this cell."

She said through gritted teeth. She struggled to maintain her composure, her body tensing as her temper boiled over. She was struggling between the deep-seated love she had for her child and the overwhelming anger that her daughter was no longer the person she raised her to be.

"I know but look where we are now. Father is dead, you're imprisoned for life and I'm infertile. All for what? Our traditions? Hard to care for them when it gets us killed" Phoebe stated reminding her mother of how they got here but there was one detail that stuck with Lucretia more than anything else the scarred witch said.

I'm infertile. Lost the ability to carry children… And she had the nagging suspicion it was due to that curse...

Her eyes widened, a mix of shock and regret flashed across her face briefly before she composed herself, forcing a stern expression.

"You're… infertile?"

She repeated, her voice slightly wavering. She tried to keep her composure, but a wave of guilt washed over her. She knew the chances of her daughter being able to bear children were slim after that curse, but hearing it be said out loud was like a dagger in her heart. She swallowed back her emotions, not wanting to show any weakness, just as she taught her children to do as well. The woman always prided herself in her motherhood. That her children excelled in whatever she taught them to do only for her to be the reason that her daughter could never start a family of her own... It tugged on something buried deep in hatred and resentment.

"Are you surprised?" No, no one who saw what happened would have been, They would assume she had died yet by some miracle Phoebe lived to tell the tail.

Of course that curse left her with permanent bodily harm it should have killed the girl. The way blood came out of her stomach as if it was a leaking pipe, how she coughed up blood as if she was a human fountain. And yet her own child still disarmed her, standing just a few seconds while coughing up blood before collapsing. She knew her firstborn was resilient, determined, and fierce. It was inherited from her, and was taught how to use it to her advantage

But never in a million years did the woman think it would be used against her. It showed how little she actually knew or understood her own baby.

The memory of her child's body, limp and bleeding in front of her, flashed before her eyes, it felt like a punch to her chest. Her body tensed as guilt and anger coursed through her veins.

"You should have never stood up to me…"

She said, her voice quiet and bitter, brown eyes searching her own kin's face, taking in every detail, trying to discern what other secrets were kept from her. Using her strong will against her mother, just as she had always taught her little girl.

"What happened to you…?"

"I simply saw a chance to live my life. My way. I decided if I was going to die it would be by my choices and not someone else" The hardened, scarred witch stated firmly yet calmly. She had her mother's determination and her father's calm manners. Phoebe was the living result of what they ingrained into her and used it against them.

Hearing those words was like a dagger to her heart. Her baby had turned everything she had taught Phoebe against her, proving how her harsh methods had backfired.

"You've always been stubborn, ever since you were a child."

She said, her voice stern, but a hint of pride mixed with her anger. She couldn't help but feel a pang of respect at your defiance, even if it was against her.

"You're a fool. You're throwing away everything… family, legacy, power, all for what? Happiness?"

"I am my mother's child" Sass came through the young witch's attitude as a response when she was called stubborn "Right, I'm assuming you haven't heard what's been happening outside of your prison" What was that supposed to mean? Her brow furrowed as the bold mentioned what had been happening outside the prison. She was completely cut off, her world now confined to a dark, cold cell. Her curiosity was piqued, but she tried to keep her tone aloof.

"No, I haven't."

She said quietly, her eyes flickering slightly as she looked back at kin, her expression a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty.

"Tell me then."

"I was a spy for the order" That caught her off guard. She assumed her child's betrayal was an impulsive in-moment decision but apparently, it was decided long before the war even started.

"I received an order of Merlin first class" The statement had pride, glad she finally got respect of her own. "I'm the only one of age of our family. I'm the head of our family now. The mansion, the money, the reputation, the power. it's mine now" I won.

Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening at the confession.

"You… You betrayed us. You joined the Order?"

She repeated her daughter's words, disbelief and anger evident in her voice. When mentioned phoebe Order of Merlin, her eyes darted to her chest, a mixture of disbelief, pride, and anger warring within her.

But it was when her blood-traitor daughter mentioned becoming the head of the family, that she lost it, her face flushing red with anger.

"You? The head of the Black Family!?"

The sudden anger made Phoebe's spine stand straighter for a mere split second. "Who else would it be? Regulus isn't of age for another two years and doesn't even want to be while Asterum is 5 she needs someone to take care of her" The words fiercely remind Lucretia of the reality outside of her cell. Phoebe was the only adult left standing free. She had to step up.

Her jaw clenched as was reminded her of the reality - that Regulus was too young and that Asterum needed someone to take care of her. She couldn't deny the truth of her child's words. Still, her pride and anger flared up, and she shot back sharply,

"You? You betrayed your family, yet now you're claiming to be the head? The rightful heir? You're no true Black. You're a disgrace!"

"I'm the only thing that kept our family from being shunned!" The young blond snapped, for the first time in her life she yelled back at her mother. Her opinions be damned.

"You think you're choices helped you? the Malfoys lost all their wealth and are shunned" She retorted, fire burning in every word as if holding herself back from roaring the reality into lucretia head.

The Malfoys, their extended family, who also had a death eater among Voldemort's ranks lost everything that gave their name meaning. Phoebe managed to protect her family from the same fate.

Her eyes widened at the snap back, voice rising in volume. Her daughter's words struck a nerve, and her anger flared up even more.

"You think you're some kind of savior?"

She retorted, her voice shaking with anger and frustration.

"The Malfoyles made their choice, and they faced the consequences. So did I! But you, you betrayed everyone!"

She stepped closer to the bars, her eyes blazing with anger.

"You're just a filthy blood traitor. Not worthy of the Black name!"

"Says the woman who followed a homicidal maniac without a nose into war." Phoebe stopped caring how she described Voldemort now he is dead "What in Salazar's name made you think he cared for us or anyone else? He assigned me to punish whoever failed a mission. What type of wizard claims to care for 'pureblood' then proceeds to spill it as if it's a leaking faucet?"

Her face flushed red with anger and embarrassment as the words hit a sore spot. How dare you say these things.

"You know nothing!"

She snapped back, her body tensing in anger.

"The Dark Lord promised us power, power to rule over the mudbloods, the filthy half-bloods, and the blood traitors like you."

Lucretia's eyes narrowed as she looked down at her firstborn, her voice filled with venom.

"He was the one who was going to restore the Black Family to its rightful place!"

"Yet here I am, alive with all the black money and power" Phoebe put a hand on her chest full of pride and unwavering determination, not afraid of her mother anymore.

"So great yet never even consider I was a spy for the order or that Draco helped me" Yes, even the Malfoy heir was in on the secret. Sick of seeing his family getting mistreated by the dark wizard. "You're the blood traitor. How many innocent people regardless of blood status died for these stupid beliefs? what's the point of valuing blood purity if everyone who cares dies?!"

Her face twisted in anger and disbelief at the reveal of Draco's involvement.

"Draco? The boy is a fool."

Her words were sharp, her breathing labored as she struggled to comprehend the situation. But the reminder that her own blood was a spy for the Order was the dagger in her heart.

"How could you do this? To betray your own family? You're a disgrace. I regret ever giving birth to you!"

Phoebe paused at her burning words "And I regret you kept me alive" The statement was full of bitterness and pain. A mirror image of Lucretia's own venomous words.

Her eyes widened, and her face paled as the words of her baby hit her like a punch in the gut. Shame and guilt crept in as the realization of her child being this vicious was a direct result of Lucretia's own doing.

But she quickly composed herself, her mask of coldness falling into place again.

"How dare you! I raised you, cared for you, loved you, even after everything you've done, I still care for your well being…"

"I wished I could believe that" Her face was hard just like her mother, refusing to show the pain. Like mother like daughter. As much as she hated it Phoebe truly was her blood. Whatever Lucretia said Phoebe could turn it right back onto her but different. Like a mirror image.

"I truly wished I could believe you still cared for me but after allowing father to make me a death eater, giving me a dagger for my 14 birthday, training me in combative spells until I bled since I was 8, never even healing me yourself instead it was the house elves who protected me, forcing me to take your beatings without a single flinch or you hit me again, how I hugged you only for you to push me to the ground when I said 'i love you'. I can't believe you ever cared for me, let alone now"

Years of locked pent-up pain went into every word while Phoebe stared down her mother, still wearing that firey determent spirit she taught her daughter to carry wherever she went. Head held high just as her father always did.

Her heart shattered into a million pieces as her own blood recounted the pain of their childhood. She had always believed she was teaching her baby strength, resilience, and determination.

But now, as heard the years of hurt and neglect, she was confronted with the realization that she had failed to truly ever show her baby love and care.

The cold mask of indifference on her face crumbled, replaced by a mixture of anguish and pain.

"I… I thought I was preparing you, making you strong… I thought you were too soft, too gentle…"

"I was 6 when you pushed me to the ground after I said I love you" Pain was audible in Phoebe voice but even now she refused to cry a single tear "I didn't need to be strong. I needed my mother"

"You were weak," she said, the words leaving her mouth before she could even think.

But then she looked at her child's face, the pain in Phoebe's eyes, and she saw the child she pushed away. There was a moment of silence before she spoke again, her voice wavering ever so subtle.

"I couldn't show weakness. I had a role to play, a reputation. I didn't know… how to be gentle."

She swallowed hard, a rare moment of vulnerability.

"Clearly, you always said family came before everything. That the world is cruel and we should be capable of, not just defending ourselves but throwing it right back. Yet you and father brought all the cruelty into our home"

Phoebe took a deep breath to compose herself "Our house should have been the one safe place we had. Instead, you beat us on the regular. My existence was just to fulfill your needs. So was having a literal child eater in our house" A reminder of Fenrir Greyback who terrified Regulus and asterum. The first born was the only one of her kids who could stand in the same room with the cannibalistic werewolf without showing fear.

The only one stone cold and great at lying to hide her true feelings.

Every word her daughter uttered was like a dagger to her heart. She knew in her heart that it was the truth. The cruelty, the beatings, the fear…

She tried to rationalize it by saying it was for her children's own good, that she was making her baby strong. But now, as she looked at the bitter, broken woman her baby who once smiled every time Lucretia dressed her up, spent hours listening to her reading books on magic, loved flying on her toy broom, and always wanted her approval. That bright, eager-to-learn, curious child had become stone cold to her.

She gripped the bars tightly to steady herself.

"I.. I did what I thought was best…"

"Then you're more broken than I am" The blunt statement was filled with the pain of a child who simply craved love. "I hope you're proud cause I became exactly what you raised me to be. I maimed, tortured, and killed people…You know how terrifying it is to realize doing all that with a smile is more natural to me than a simple hug?"

She felt her heart ache listening to her baby's pain. The realization that she had created a monster, all in the name of strength and survival. She had pushed and pushed, hoping to shape her daughter into a strong, unyielding girl.

But what she got was a broken woman who was more comfortable with pain and bloodshed than love and comfort.

"Merlin, what have I done..?"

"You turned me into a weapon that stabbed you in the back"

Lucretia sighed her knuckles turning white again as she squeezed the bars.

"I never thought… I never intended…"

She struggled with her words, trying to articulate the tumultuous thoughts in her mind.

She had wanted her child to be strong, to be a force to be reckoned with. But now she was faced with the reality that she had raised a monster, a weapon that had turned against its creator.

She looked at you, her eyes heavy with regret and sorrow.

"I was… a terrible mother."

"I know… And the worst part is that I still care for you" It felt so stupid, still caring for a mother that put her through hell but that's what prevented Phoebe from becoming a full-blown death eater as her father wanted her to be. Deep down, she cared, she loved, she was open-minded to the impossible, and it wasn't in her nature to be a mindless killer. Everything in her life seems to set her up to be a cruel death eater like her mother, father, and even Uncle Lucius came to be. hidden beneath years of pain and conditioning of what a 'proper pureblood' should be, something that would stay until she died. A caring, kind person who rather die than see her loved ones hurt.

A pang of guilt and sadness washed over Lucretia. She could hear the bitterness in Phoebe's voice, knowing she struggled with the fact that despite everything, she still cared for her mother. Her grip on the bars tightened, her knuckles turning even whiter, as she struggled to find the right response.

"Why?"

She breathed out, a mix of confusion and heartache in her voice, "Why do you still…"

"It's like father always said. Emotions don't make rational sense. It's why there so dangerous" She took a deep, bit shaky breath in.

"You sacrificed everything to make the world what you thought was right. I risked everything to make my life feel right" She paused looking over her mother bitterly yet the bond Phoebe wanted with Lucretia was always there no matter how much she hated it.

She had sacrificed so much for what she believed was right, for the legacy of the Black family, for the glory of Voldemort.

But hearing her own flesh and blood speak, she realized that her baby had risked just as much, if not more, for a different cause. The fierce determination in her baby's blue eyes, and she couldn't help but feel a mixture of admiration and regret and pain.

"Is this… what it was all for?"

She whispered, mostly to herself.

"That's what you should be asking yourself. I got what I fought for" She stated with a small shakey sigh. The most emotion Phoebe ever showed around my mother "I'll visit you next month. Let you know how things are going.." She spoke before taking a step back, looking over the woman who made Phoebe into what she is before walking away quietly.

She watched her world walk away, her heart heavy with regret and sadness. She wanted to reach out, to pull you back, to tell her all the things she should have said so long ago. But instead, she stood silently, her eyes following her baby's every movement until Phoebe disappeared from sight.

It was too late to change the past, but maybe, just maybe, there was still time to make amends.

She looked down at her hands, still gripping the bars tightly, and whispered to herself.

"Next month… "

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so-scarlett-maroon · 1 year ago

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Draco Malfoy and the Magic Wand

Draco:

Even as Draco stepped through the Floo, he had a hard time believing what he was walking into: The new home of Pansy Parkinson and Hermione Granger. Sure, they’d bonded during their eighth year, and alright, he had to admit that even he was now on fairly good terms with the Gryffindor crew, but those two living together still felt very surreal. He dusted the soot off of his shoulders and looked around. The housewarming party was already in full swing. Neville and Luna were taking Jello shots in the kitchen, Harry and Ginny were facing off against Ron and Daphne in a game of quidditch pong in the dining room and Pansy was draped across a settee telling some story that had half the party enraptured.

But really there was only one person he was trying to locate, and he hadn’t spotted her yet. He walked further into the apartment, surreptitiously looking for gorgeous, golden-brown curls. After a few hellos, as he walked through the quite lovely flat, he finally spotted her. Or rather, heard a familiar, infectious laugh that led him to a smaller sitting room near the entrance to the home. She was standing, glass of wine in hand, next to Fred and George. What had those two said to make her laugh like that? They were both a good head taller than Hermoine, and they seemed to be crowding her. Draco didn’t like it one bit. He was certain they were looking down her dress, leering at her incredible breasts.

He wasn’t leering. Never. Draco Malfoy was a man of refinement and class. The two ginger buffoons were leering, while he was appreciating.

He’d never seen her in anything so tight or short before. He made a mental note to send Pansy some flowers. Pansy’s emerald green dress hugged Hermione’s hips and he found himself wishing she had reason to turn around…

“Hey, Draco!”

He jumped a bit, startled by the greeting.

“Hey, Theo”

“Were you mooning over your little Gryffindor again?”

“No. And shut up. And keep your voice down.

"Theo chuckled and pulled him into the kitchen for a drink. He poured them both two fingers of Fire-whiskey over ice and soon they were discussing last night's match between Puddlemere and the Harpies.

“Draco, dear!” Pansy called from the settee where she was still holding court. “I need to reapply my lipstick, would you mind going up to my room and grabbing my purse for me? I can drop the wards on the stairs for you."

Several men standing around her all offered to go in his stead, but Pansy insisted they stay with her. Draco walked over to the living room where she sat.

“Sure Pans, I’ll grab it. Just up these stairs?”

“You are such a sweetie!” she cooed. “Yes, up those stairs - first door on the right.” Then she flicked her wand, allowing him through the wards blocking the upper level.

Continued on AO3

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iloveinej · 2 years ago

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𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤

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Theodore Nott x reader

Catagory: Angst, fluff

Warnings: Mentions of wounds and blood. Booth of them are complete dumbasses. Reader is a tiny bit sensitive, but rightfully so.

Summary: Theodore is lonelier than ever, especially after receiving the dark mark. So he tries to find peace in new things. Like Choirs.

Words: 7.2 k

OBS! I gave reader a last name. Oak, but her first name is still your own but just so everyone knows

A/N: Uh, it's long. I don't know if I love it or hate it, but I'm also really tired so I don't have the energy to think. But also, what writers like what they write? So here you go.

(I'm not religious, but god seriously has his favorites)

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His room couldn't contain the warmth that it used to hold during the summer. The fire from his fireplace couldn't keep up with the autumn's chill breezes and cold rains. The heat easily simmered out through the cracks of the old windows, leaving Theodore with stale fingers and cold toes.

On a normal day, he might've complained. When he was younger, he used to despise the cold, always missing the summer rays during the quiet winter. But now? He wasn't sure that he disliked it anymore. The chill air became the only thing that understood the echoing emptiness in his chest.

"I'm joining the Choir." He said absentmindedly. A quick decision he took during the dark hours layered itself with pity and sadness.

"That's rash. I thought you hated Choirs." Blaise mumbled from his seat on the carpeted floor.

Theodore shifted in his soft duvets." I don't hate them, I just don't understand the point of it."

Blaze's face scrunched in confusion and he looked away from his book to watch the other young man mindlessly play with the corners of his sheets." Then why are you joining one?"

Theodore only sighed. He didn't intend to answer Blaise. He wouldn't understand. Blaise had yet to receive the itching curse on his wrist and therefore hadn't been tied to bad things for the rest of his life. Or perhaps, Theodore had become selfish during the quiet days of his suffering.

"Well, I don't care if join or not, but maybe keep it quiet from Draco... and the others." Theodore hummed absentmindedly. If Malfoy would ever find out about Theodore joining something so 'muggly' as a choir, he would stuff Theo in a box and send him straight to the doorstep of Voldermort.

"I know."

Blaize looked at Theodore for any reaction but turned his attention to the book in his lap when Theo only continued to stare at the ceiling.

"Have you packed? We're leaving in two days." He easily rerouted the conversation.

The smell of food made Theodore sick to his stomach. Before he left, he hoped that his appetite would return when the warm food that the elves of Hogwarts made entered his nostrils, but his hopes were all in despair.

Classes had been going on for six days and focusing had already been proven to be a task.

Professor Flitwick stopped him in the corridor the earlier day to speak to him about the request for joining his 'Frog choir', as it was called. Professor Flitwick had thought that it was a mere prank. So Theodore stood in the corridor for 10 minutes explaining to the professor that he didn't pull a prank on him.

And now, he sat by the lunch table, idly waiting for the clock to tick to its designated hour. The choir lesson. He had been asked by Blaise at the beginning of the lunch if he were alright, and he had lied with a clump of nerves stuck in his throat.

He wished to believe his nerves only existed to tease him. But his nerves seemed to be right, for it seemed that wherever he went, eyes followed him. Whether it was Draco, who always appeared to be in the same room as Theodore. Or Professor Snape, that read over his shoulder whenever they had positions class.

Theodore shook his head, a small pain making its way into his head. He stood up, and curious glances was thrown his way.

"Why haven't you eaten? You always eat?" Lorenzo asked with his arms tied behind his head. Only for a second, Theodore stiffen.

"Must've eaten something bad yesterday." He barely mumbled before quietly gliding out of the grand Hall.

Her eyes shot up from her note page when the door slammed open. The murmur carried throughout the dark and dusty classroom came to halt, and (Name) eyed Theodore Nott suspiciously when he strode into the room. Professor Flitwick tapped his wand against the podium he stood by, effectively gaining everyone's attention again.

"Oh!" Professor Flitwick exclaimed when he saw the tall boy standing by the entrance. "I seem to have forgotten to inform you. This term, Mr. Nott here will join us."

She didn't feel good about a new person joining the choir. Especially not him. The boys from Slytherin had never been nice, and in her luck, she hadn't been the object of their harassment. Which is probably something that she should thank Harry Potter for. But didn't mean that she was entirely safe from their harassment.

If he decided she were to be his next target, it made sense. Not many people knew about her. The students didn't blink an eye when she walked by, and the teachers barely knew her name.

She never believed herself to be quiet or shy. But the lack of attention she received left her believing that she needed to be more interesting to speak to for them to enjoy her company. They thought she didn't want to go with them, so they excluded her from their plans.

It made her think, maybe being interesting didn't belong in her nature.

"Have you ever been in a choir before Mr. Nott?" The professor asked.

He timidly shook his head, and briefly wondered where his old, confident self went. "No Professor."

Professor Flitwick gave him a nod before taking a glance over his small class.

"Well then, grab your notes from the table, and then Miss Oak will help you."

Theodore looked around after this 'Miss Oak', and he believed the young lady looking at Professor Flitwick with eyes popping out of her skull would be the girl that the Professor inquired about.

The old paper felt scratchy in his hand when he grabbed the note-filled sheets, and his body heavily trudged to stand by Miss Oak. She didn't say anything, nor did she look at him when he placed himself beside her.

She tried to not pay attention to the boy on her side, but it became a problem since he radiated off his body heat by how close he stood. Perhaps, she should have offered him her help with the notes. But after a while, it seemed he figured it out and she relaxed at the thought of not needing to interact with him.

The lesson came to an end and she wasted no time packing her things so she could catch the Professor before he turned to the next class to teach.

The rest of the students filed out quickly, and to her luck, the professor didn't.

"Professor Flitwick?" She asked.

He turned around and smiled. "Yes dear, what can I help you with?" He answered, before once again turning back to collect the remaining papers.

"I was wondering if you maybe could have someone else help Mr. Nott with his notes." She stood tall and spoke calmly when the professor turned his full attention to the girl. But inside her, a turmoil of emotion rolled around, making her dizzy and anxious.

"Why is that?" She swallowed when his calculated gaze met hers and tried her best not to tear eye contact.

"Well, because I'm afraid that helping him might disturb the focus on my studies." A small humorous scoff sounded through the room, and Professor Flitwick continued to track down the classroom with (name) hot on his tail.

"I must say that I believe that you are wrong." He started, and (name)'s eyebrows scurried together." I think that you need to socialize yourself, to meet new people. Mr. Nott is a kind young man, who I think will get along great with you."

A sigh of descent escaped her, and she trudged out of the classroom in defeat, beginning the lonely track toward her next class. Which unfortunately for her would be divination.

Theodore is an utterly and completely helpless man. He'd met the girl once, one smell, one touch, and he dared never stop thinking about her. The realization had almost knocked him off his chair, for wherever he went, his brain lost control over his eyes and they began to wander, searching after the girl.

For the next Choir class, he made sure to be late again, only so that he could guarantee a second of attention from her. Flitwick had come to warn him about bad habits, but why care? Theodore didn't know. For her eyes flickered to his, and only for a second, the mark on his arm didn't burn his skin.

He slowly walked towards his self-chosen place by her side and didn't let his eyes leave her once. She radiated with caution and apprehension, but Theodore didn't incline to stop staring. At least not until she showed signs of being even mildly uncomfortable.

Her eyes scanned the notes of the Christmas Carol more than she could count as an attempt to not give in to his staring. Because even though she felt tempted to stare at his angel-like face, a fear still presented itself in the back of her mind.

She winced as the floorboards creaked at her nervous shuffle, and once again, felt herself becoming the attention of Theodore's eyes. He opened his mouth, and she made herself ready for anything that could leave his mouth.

"Oh, buggers. I seemed to have forgotten my papers." (Name) watched carefully when the professor rummages through his bag, hoping that his papers are there so he doesn't leave the classroom, risking that someone with dark hair and brown eyes will start a conversation with her.

But to her downfall, Professor Flitwick quickly announced that he would be back soon, and no one had the time to blink before he walked away.

She swallowed the anxious lump in her throat and took a breath through her nose.

"Nervous?" He asked, fully aware that she had been shuffling around and taking unnecessarily deep breaths ever since he situated himself on her side.

"No." She answered, too fast for her liking, before quickly focusing on her paper again.

Theodore wanted to sigh in disappointment when she wasn't up for a conversation, and at the same time felt a stream of pettiness run through his fingertips.

He clenched his pale fist in frustration and looked away. A gust of air passed his lips in a desperate attempt to not let his hopes sink. To be so obsessed with a person in such a so short time felt strange. So strange he started to suspect that a love potion had been involved. But the way she shut herself away from him, he supposed that it would be strange for her to pour a love potion into his drink.

Professor Flitwick's footsteps were loud before he came in sight, and Theodore cursed his chance when it faded into nothing.

But on the other hand, it could turn out to be for the best. He knew that the capability of making a fool out of himself lingered.

Professor seemed to have noticed the shift of emotions on Theodore's face.

"Are you alright, Mr. Nott, you seem to be a bit pale over there?" He wanted to laugh at the coincidence.

"I'm alright, Professor." He answered politely, gently clearing his throat as he tried to brush off the awkwardness of the professor's notice.

But oh to be held, he took notice of a small, inconvenient, soft laugh. His head snapped towards her when he heard who it came from, and she quickly covered it up with a cough and a small apology.

He scoffed quietly, and she pursed her lips as he looked away.

"Everyone ready?" Professor Flitwick asked, and a chorus of positive answers echoed in the hall. And with four flicks of his wand, the choir let their voices out. At first, Theodore believed that no one in this room had sung in a choir. The different voices jumbled together, but it seemed that after just a countable second, the different voices blended into an angel melody.

He could hear her voice perfectly, and he never wanted to have no one else singing in his ear, quite literally. And he let himself bask in the warmth of her tone until a crack reaches the surface. He cringe at the miss of a note in (Name)'s voice, and she did the same.

Theodore struggled to cover up the small chuckles that escaped his mouth, and he blushed in shame to be laughing at her. She didn't seem to mind or hear him. Her face bore a confused scowl, making a wrinkle appear between her eyebrows. Suddenly he felt himself wanting to reach out, to smooth the area out with his thumb. But it would've been ridiculous if he did, possibly ruining all his chances with her in the world.

The harmonious tune took an end, and a murmur broke out, asking each other for the right notes and laughing at each other's wrongs. Theodore listened in curiosity as she hummed the same part over and over again, still getting the same note wrong even though she tries.

"It's an f-sharp, not f." He instructed, and she paused. Patiently waiting for her answer, Theodore hummed the tune for her, showing the correct way. Before the tune ended, he looked towards her to make sure that she was listening, and met her eyes. Theodore felt his heart drum against his sensitive ribs when she watched him with idle eyes.

When it once again took to an end, Theodore masked his madness with raised eyebrows and a look in his eyes, that asked her if she understood.

The eye contact broke as she looked away.

"I knew that, I'd just forgotten." She explained, and the left corner of his mouth rose.

"Sure you did." Sarcasm dripped from his voice, and he feared he'd taken it too far, for he didn't know her limits, how much she would be able to take nor how sensitive she might be.

But his fear easily melted away when he saw the slightest twitch of her lips.

For the first time in a long time, she left the classroom with a content look on her face. The conversation that appeared, is something that she had missed happening. Like an old conversation with the rain.

And she almost wished that her next Choir lesson would be today so that she had someone to talk to again. But it was albeit a bit intimidating. She is afraid that if she spoke too much, or shares too many feelings, he would get bored of talking with her. And she wouldn't have a potential friend anymore.

She sighed at her overcalculating thoughts and decided that she would keep basking in his attention as long as it would last.

Until her Transfiguration class with professor McGonagall the next day. Usually, she was fully aware of where everyone was so she could sit alone and not risk getting a desk friend. As said, except for today. Maybe it was to blame on the bad night's sleep, but she hadn't given a second thought about where she sat down.

And once again, Theodore stormed into the class, ten minutes late. He didn't apologize for being late, instead, he took the closest empty seat he could find and sat down.

(Name) could feel the looks from the rest of the Slytherins when Theodore sat beside her and she straightened her spine and directed her eyes forwards again, not wanting to pay attention to them.

"Fashionably late, as usual, Mr. Nott?" McGonagall questioned, amusement in her tone, but stone-set face.

"Sorry, Professor." He mumbled, and McGonagall nodded, intending to start the lesson again.

Theodore could feel the burning gazes of his friends as he opened up his book. At first, he didn't intend to give the bloodsuckers their craved attention, because he knew what it would an about, and he was also well aware of who he was sitting next to.

But he could hear Blaise whispering his name, and he still didn't want to seem rude, so he turned in his chair, and was met by the eyes of his Slytherin classmates. Draco raised an eyebrow at him, before nodding his head towards (Name).

Theodore knew exactly what he enclined and shrugged. His friends didn't need to know everything, and he didn't need to be around them every minute of the day.

A warm feeling, but strange occupied her chest when Theodore turned back, a half smile on his pink lips and relaxed eyes looking upon her.

And she wanted to beat the butterflies in her stomach with a stick.

During the lesson, there were not many words exchanged between them, and at first, it was a maladroit pressure on (Name)s chest to say something or to make him, anything of the sort. But she realized quite soon that she didn't need to speak, for it was both comforting and nice to have him sitting beside her, carefree of what was around him as he wrote on his parchments.

She hoped and prayed to merlin that it would stay like this and that it wasn't just a fortunate stroke of serendipity.

Something changed with him. She could both see and feel it, and never had she doubted her senses when she felt as if something was wrong.

In their choir lesson, he acted differently against his usual sarcastic but nice persona, which would help her if she was wrong, or speak to her about professor Flitwick's ridiculous beard.

But today he acted strange, only chuckling at her when she did wrong, and when helping her, he sounded up stuck.

He was almost being competitive.

And it was onerous, and burdensome to have such an enthralling person seeing you as a competition. Especially when she was aware that he was more sharp-minded, wittier, and more ambitious than she could ever wish to be.

So therefore she tried to ignore it, playing it off as if had a bed day instead so that she could protect her feelings.

But it only continued and got worse too.

She was slouching in a chair, wand in hand as she tried the same spell over and over again, but the pair of dice weren't even close to becoming chocolate pralines with passion fruit filling. Theodore had gotten it multiple times and embarrassment was beginning to crawl over her cheeks in the form of warmth.

She flicks her wand once more, and when she finally thinks that she has succeeded, she is disappointed to only see a small patch of melted chocolate. A deflected sigh left her lips, and her body slouched even more in her seat.

A chuckle rang out from the side of her, and she bit the inside of her cheek in anticipation of what he was going to say.

"It's going well I see." He remarked, and (Name) felt her ears getting hot from his sudden attention.

"No, obviously not." She mumbled.

"What am I doing wrong?" The question wasn't directed to anyone in particular, but Theodore answered it anyway.

"That, you have to figure out yourself Oak." He scoffed, moving out of his wooden seat and gently picking the pralines up to place them in his palm.

"Because, unlike others, I do have pralines instead of..." he looked quizzically, but in amusement at the chocolate mush on her table. "... that."

(Name)'s face scrunched as she listened to his almost berating words that were thrown, and was about to say something but he had already started walking up to McGonagall with his paper and sweets. She took a long, calculating glance at them, and then nodded, permitting him to leave the classroom.

And he did just so, collecting his books and taking a last glance at the frustrated witch before making his way.

It left (Name) in hassle. The way that Theodore's behavior changed so quickly, and so out of context. But perhaps she's the one to blame. The hope in her heart maybe made her think that he was the nicest out of them all, that he wanted to be her friend. Perhaps -one day- to be even more. She realized that it is her younger self talking through, the child that didn't wish for anything but true love.

She decided that it was a naive thought, and hastily closed her book before walking away from the class.

The next time it happened, it was during choir. (Name) did try her best to stay civil and rational, but how could she do that when Theodore was somehow effectively getting on her last nerves? And she was usually a calm, down-to-earth person.

"What do you mean I'm doing it wrong, I sing it exactly like everyone else." She argued exasperated as she glared at monstrous holes in the side of Theodore's head. She found it strange that he could get on her nerves so easily, even if his presence were able to make her knees weak.

"You're not singing it like like everyone else, sweety." The nickname threw her off immediately, and she felt ashamed as she spluttered out excuses and arguments against it, trying to act as repulsive as possible.

"Mr. Nott and Ms. Oak, interested in sharing your conversation with the class." Professor Flitwick interrupted, and both Theodore and (Name) realized that the room was almost completely quiet, and cringed in embarrassment.

"Sorry, Professor. But I just have a question." Theodore started, holding one of his fingers in the air as he threw a side glance towards the girl on his side, who was watching him with a curiously raised eyebrow.

"But could you just tell me how this part goes one more time?" He asked, with patronize dripping from his voice like sweet, sticky honey.

The sour face that Flitwick carried quickly morphed into a lighter one.

"Why of course." His older voice rang out the words perfectly, and (Name) shrank into herself as the realization hit her that she did indeed sing wrong. Shame crept up on her from behind, and it was humbling when it came to her that Theodore, who had only been participating for two weeks, already seemed to be more intelligent and cunning than her.

"I won." (Name) didn't look at him, didn't say anything back as a strange, unknown emotion buried itself in her mind. She couldn't decide if it was jealousy, or if she was being hurt by his actions. It didn't make sense for her as to why he would need to be so right, and to mortify her like that, just to illustrate a point. Or maybe she was just being sensitive.

But right now, she didn't believe that he ever wanted to be her friend. That this was just an act to maybe relieve himself of stress, to have someone that he could compete against, knowing that he would win. It could also have something to do with power, that he felt out of control and needed something that he could manipulate. It would make sense, she supposed. (But did it though. Why would he pick her of all people to mess with? She hadn't done anything to him.)

As every single afternoon after choir, she trudged towards her house, lining up for the common rooms, more specifically, the comfort and consoling of her bed.

When she entered, it was pleasing to find that it was only one person present in the dormitory, and she hopefully could rest peacefully during the entire evening and night, and for once wake up with a good night's sleep and possibly a better mood.

Though she would be missing dinner, sacrifices were made and if it would guarantee sleep, she felt confident in taking that risk.

And with the last thought that maybe, she would just have to ignore Theodore if he continued with his confusing advances. Even if it meant that he wouldn't become her friend. And she fell asleep. A deep, undisturbed, peaceful sleep.

The next morning, she felt as fresh as the morning dew on her favorite flower. Nothing could ruin her mood was the famous words, but she truly felt it today. The day began with Magic of the Dark Arts, which she sure wasn't the brightest when it came to that class. But after that, she would practice quidditch, and then she would be able to find a dark corner in the library and bury her nose in a book, possibly one about the magical creatures of the north. It sounded interesting enough. (And who would she be to say no to new information and facts?)

As usual, dark arts sucked all the energy out of her eyes and brain but were lucky enough when the energy returned after the intense quidditch practice. The shower she took softened her stiff and sore limbs, and the grime and dirt watched down the drain slowly as she massaged her body with her flower-scented soap bar. It was almost a luxurious feeling.

Her robes had also been washed, which ended up with her smelling like a spring field and newly washed linen. It was something that oddly enough boosted her confidence.

The corridors were fairly empty as she began her quite a long walk towards the library. It was nice, the only thing echoing in the corridors bring the whining wind that carried new crystalizing snowflakes to the ground.

She turned corner after corner, walking by the great hall and resuming towards the moving stairs. But as she turned a corner, she stopped. Not voluntarily, but her body seemed to have control over her mind.

Lit by the flames of the corridor, was Theodore, sitting on the dusty stone floor and leaning against the wall with one of his legs stretched out before him, and the other bent towards his stomach. He didn't see her, for his head rested against the knee of his bent leg, and one of his arms clutched the side of his stomach. Almost as if he felt pain. She stood awkwardly and silently, waiting for him to notice her.

It went against what she promised yesterday night, that she wouldn't interact with, nor acknowledge his actuality. But her promises seemed to become empty every time they circled the Brunett.

So she gently cleared her throat and that seemed to do it for Theodore's head snapped towards her, his face showing that he became startled. But that wasn't the only thing that his face showed.

(Name)'s brows gently furrowed as she scanned his face. His left eye was bruised, along with his sharp cheekbone, and blood continued to drip from his nose, messily running down his lips and over his jaw.

"My my, what do we have here?" The surprised face that he carried slowly turned into a teasing smirk, but she found it easy to look past his confidence to know that it was all a mask, a trick to not let her see him in a state of weakness.

"By Merlin's beard, who did this to you?" she knelt by him to get a closer look at his face.

Theodore hoped that it didn't show, but his face had begun to heat up as her big, concerned eyes stretched over his face.

His heart beat faster, and his own brown eyes got stuck on her face, more exactly on her lips. He didn't want to stare, he didn't want to make it obvious but he had no power over his brain at all.

"Malfoy and Crabe. Maybe Goyle too. Don't remember." He said, shaking his head as he smiled with tired eyes. It was a wonder that he was still sitting up, especially after the hard kick that Crabe had delivered to his stomach.

"Why would they beat you? I thought you were friends?" She questioned, staring intently at a particular wound by his eye that looked like it surely needed medical attention sooner or later.

"I wouldn't say friends, merely acquaintances." He chuckled lightly before he shifted and turned serious." And they were saying impolite things, about someone-someone that I-" He stopped himself and pursed his lips." someone that I guess I care for." He forced that part out as if he had trouble saying it out loud. It probably contributed to the vulnerability, and it had probably torn on his ego to get beaten.

And that's why (Name) didn't ask any more questions. She wasn't usually someone to care about someone's ego, but she didn't want to make him uncomfortable.

She pursed her lips and stretched her legs which created an obnoxious sound in her knees before she stretched her hand towards him.

"What?" He asked skeptically.

"If you want, I can help with your wounds and the swelling." Theodore still looked doubtful, so she sighed and lightly rolled her eyes at his mistrust. "Don't worry, my mother used to work as a doctor back in a muggle hospital and has taught me much, so you can trust me."

Theodore seemed to relax at that and slowly grabbed her hand with a steady grip. It was an odd feeling, to have his hand in hers. It felt different than she thought it would. Instead of the cold, rough skin that she expected, it became a surprise when a warm hand with soft skin latched onto hers instead.

With a strong arm, she pulled Theodore up to his feet and she could hear a small groan leave him as he used his power and might to get up.

His face twisted in pain for a second and (Name) stretched her arm forwards when he almost fell against the wall again. Bit Theodore seemed to collect his strength with a big breath before standing straight, wincing slightly as his probably bruised ribcage stretched.

He must've felt her nervous gaze because he looked down at her with a reassuring face and said "I'm alright."

They began to track down the corridors.

They choose to walk to Theodore's room instead of (Name)'s, since he had a single room all by himself, and also because the girls wouldn't be too fond of finding Theodore in the girl's dormitory. They slowly descended the marble stairs that led to the dungeons, both of them walking much slower than before because of the pain in Theodore's stomach.

"Are you sure that we shouldn't go to madame Pomfrey instead?" (Name) asked for the third time as she heard the heavy breathing that came from Theodore, but he once again shook his head in denial.

"I'm fine, promise." He tried to persuade her, but she didn't feel fooled.

"No, I don't believe that you're fine." She argued and stopped in the middle of the stairs in protest of his hardheadedness. And when he noticed that she wasn't by his side, he stopped too and leaned against the wooden stair railing

"Please." His face showed only pleading, and the foreign display of emotion made her desire to fall to her knees for him right then and there, to take him in her arms and baby him for the rest of his life. It scared her to know that the smallest display of weakness that Theodore showed could manipulate her into doing anything. But it would be inevitable to avoid him because of such a -what she thought was- unimportant cause.

"Alright, but at least let me help you walk." She requested almost timidly, afraid that he would protest. But to her delight he nodded, so she walked to him and took his arm over her shoulder before circling her own around his slim waist, and then with all her power, she took a part of his weight onto her shoulders before they began to move, slowly limping to the edge of the old stairs before they walked down the dark dungeon to the entrance of the Slytherin house.

When they stopped in front of the dark wooden door, (Name) turned to look at Theodore for him to understand that she couldn't say the password since she didn't know it.

His cheeks pinked as he realized and he cleared his throat. "Pureblood." She would be flattered by the fact that he dared to say it loud in front of her, apparently trusting her with the password, if it weren't for the fact that her face scrunched in dislike at the password. She didn't say anything about it.

Theodore seemed to gather strength and nearly pulled her with him as he tried to cross the common room as fast as he could, like his injuries suddenly didn't hurt anymore.

(Name) wanted to stop and gape at the Slytherin common room. The first thing that stood out was the large windows on the opposite side, which allowed a view into the depths of the dark lake that you couldn't get anywhere else. There were also small desks placed against the walls and two round tables on the stone floor. And in the middle two black leathered couches took place in front of a hefty fireplace in the wall. By the thought of walls, (Name) turned her eyes up, and there she saw the stone decorations that had been carved into fetching eye-catching glamors.

Theodore pulled harsher at her arm when she slowed down, and she grumbled as he stressed her towards a high-roof corridor, that had another big window by the end that was framed by long green curtains. She believed it to be strange since the corridor wasn't parted into girls or boys as it was in hers. And there were also arguably more than two doors on the walls.

She counted every door they walked past, and ended up with the number 16 when they stopped between the last pair of doors. The door they were facing had two familiar letters engraved on them. T.N, and had been filled in with silver which she believed fitted him well.

Her free hand grabbed the handle and twisted, opening the door into his dark room. Then she stumbled inside. Her body had become tired from carrying Theodore the length of the stairs and corridors, so she walked towards his made bed and gently sat him down before closing the door. And then rolled her shoulders to leverage the pain.

She tried to look around for some kind of lighter or anything that she could use to gain sight. But it turned out to not be needed when all the candles lit up by the flick of Theodore's hand. And also a small fireplace in the corner that cast a warm hue over the room.

"Medical kit is in the top drawer." Theodore's voice was pained, and it made her hurry to the place he pointed so she could get working on his wounds. It was scary to have him sitting there in pain, labored breathing and his expression tight as he attempted not to show his discomfort. A particularly loud groan made her turn around from the desk where the medical things lay.

Theodore was now leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and teeth clenched. And she wondered how he persuaded her into keeping him away from Madame Pomfrey. She also regretted offering her help to heal him in the first place, since the injuries now seemed to be beyond her expertise. His face showed nothing but discomfort and (Name) started to feel nervous. Her medical skills were good but by how Theodore looked at the moment, she seriously started to doubt her skills.

But she didn't say anything and took a cotton pad soaked in anti-bacterial and plasters to cover the wounds with.

When she stood by the edge of the bed she concluded that she would not be able to reach him when he leaned back as he did, and gently poked at his arm to gain his attention." I can't reach you, you need to sit up."

He hummed lowly, (Name) almost missing the sound before he slowly dragged himself to the edge of the bed, his legs dangling off the side.

She didn't hesitate then and positioned herself between his legs before slowly cleaning both around in the open cuts on his temple and lip that she discovered after wiping away the blood that dripped from his nose.

The position they were in made (Name) almost dizzy with nerves, and she longed to get closer. But it was only longing and she didn't dare to do anything about it and therefore stayed at an arm's length. The new feelings made her weak. Made her feel vulnerable, and that too was scary. Extremely scary.

He suddenly hissed as she slipped with her hands. It didn't take a second before an unusual amount of guilt in her chest.

"I'm sorry, I lost focus."

He nodded. A way of showing that it is okay. But his jaw still clenched when she proceeded with the plasters.

"I need to look at your stomach too." There was quiet as she stood in front of him, waiting for him to raise his shirt. But he didn't seem to be compliant. "I only need to check for anything broken."

He seemed to let down his guard when she added the reason, and her body warmed in shame when she understood that Theodore thought she wanted to see his bare skin.

Also because Theodore had started to lift his shirt, revealing his bare skin to her. She felt almost flattered that he trusted her enough to undress like this. But she knew he didn't have much of a choice.

"Lay down please." He once again did as she said, and slowly leaned into his bed, stretching his upper body when his back hit the mattress. It was quiet in the room, the only thing that you could hear being Theodore's uneven breathing and (Name)'s airy gasp when her eyes landed on his bruised ribs.

"By Merlin, what did they do to you?" she asked him while she took a closer look. The left side of his ribcage had been beaten to the point where the bruises turned yellow and green instead of blue and purple.

"What? What is it?" he moved his hand toward the bruises, trying to feel after the thing that had gotten her stunned but she quickly grabbed his wrist so that he wouldn't cause himself any unnecessary pain. Especially not when she had already made him feel enough pain for the rest of her life.

She swallowed and rested Theodore's hand by his side. He stared at her tensely as she brought her hand up, letting it float over his ribcage. This time, his entire body unknowingly tensed as he waited for the pain that would come when she laid her hand on him. But she never did. Instead, she closed her eyes.

Warmth flowed in waves from the palm of her hand and Theodore's body began to slowly un-tense.

Theodore would trust her with his own worthless life if it came to it, and it wasn't why he felt so on edge. To have her fingers, her flesh so close to his own given his heart something to work for and his brain something to think of. And if he weren't in such agony, he would've begged her to touch him. To lay her warm palm upon his beaten skin, to kiss it, to caress it.

His pathetic thoughts were happily interrupted as the pads of her finger accidentally made contact with his sternum, and a delighted shiver crawled its way over his body.

"Sorry." She apologized, thinking that she had caused him pain.

"It didn't hurt." She looked at him with an unbelieving frown, a frown that made his tongue twist when he tried to stutter an answer.

"Or it does hurt, but your touch... doesn't hurt." She barely heard the last part. Barely, but she still did. Her body heat skyrocketed, and she bit the inside of her cheek to hide her flustered expression, and also to stop the dancing butterflies that made their way up her throat.

He didn't know what came over him at that moment, but a sudden urge to tell her everything limped its way into his mind. It was a long time since he felt this vulnerable and was okay with it. An old memory of him as a child in his mother's arms flashed before his eyes, but he quickly locked it away once more.

But he bit his tongue.

He was sure that she thought he looked pathetic. Here he lay, half-naked, beaten bloodied with tears in his eyes and a frown on his face. He didn't know if he enjoyed the thought or not, because while he enjoyed being vulnerable for you, he still didn't want you to think he was weak because of the touch of the woman he had been obsessing over.

"You must care for this person, hm?" She awkwardly laughed as she smoothly changed the subject. She didn't want to know who he fought for, nor why he did it. But it started getting harder and harder for her to keep to the promise she made herself. To keep him at a distance. Both physically and emotionally.

Theodore didn't have time to answer, both because he was overthrown by the complete change of conversation, but also because she spoke again before he even opened his mouth.

"Who is it anyway. I honestly didn't know you could care about someone that much." She joked harmlessly, but the comment made his mouth feel like paper.

"You."

She stopped her magic, fingers retracting into her palm and her head snapped up to meet his eyes, to see if he lied. But she saw only honesty. No side smirk, no crinkle by his eyes, no pursing lips as a way to hide a mischievous smile.

His eyes were peering at her through his lashes, innocent, brown eyes.

"What- What do you mean?"She carefully asked, knowing exactly what he meant. But she needed confirmation.

"It was you who they spoke ill about." He murmured, staring into the abyss of her eyes. Her body burned like it was on fire because of the nerves that he created within her. And she wanted to look away so that she could catch her breath but she deemed it impossible.

A glaze was cast over his eyes, a glaze containing something akin to admiration.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" The question slipped before she could think about stopping it.

Once more, he didn't say anything. But she could feel how he moved. His arm slowly encircled her and the other hand, he raised to her cheek. His fingers danced along her cheekbone, spreading a fire on her skin that she didn't know to be possible until now.

But the moment changed, as did the energy in the room as he carefully leaned closer with big, hopeful eyes. She stood frozen, one part not believing what was about to happen and the other knowing that if she valued herself, she would have to remove herself right now.

Before he took the next step, she pulled her face away.

Deep in her gut, there was a sour scorching feeling that began to spread like poisoning, killing all happiness that was present before and taking the form of angry tears in her eyes. It was unfair, how he could treat her however he liked, be as awful as he wished. And still have her here, sitting in his sheets and bandaging him with gentle hands.

It was unfair.

"You are so contradicting Theodore." Tears were stuck in her voice and she quickly raised from the bed. She didn't want him to see that she was hurting.

"What?" There was a pang in her heart. He sounded small, like a wounded animal.

"You are mean Theodore." She started, turning around to look at him." At first, you treated me like an equal, like a friend. Until you didn't."

He couldn't meet her eyes anymore, regret eating its way from his heart to his skin. She sniffled and cleared her throat when it became harder to keep her tears at bay.

"I thought that I'd done something to make you hate me, and I was sure you did. But then you kept insisting to sit by me, or to be around me and I couldn't understand." Her voice became small, and her tears became uncontrollable. The embarrassment of sobbing in front of him made her stomach churn, and all she wanted was to shrink into herself. She wanted him to laugh at her, to mock her so that she could get over it and move on.

But that wasn't what Theodore wanted at all. He made her feel hated by him when all he wanted was to be loved by her. And he now felt adamant to change that.

However, it's hard when he slowly crumbles as her tears continue to fall.

"I'm sorry."

And he needs to go to her. So he raises himself off the soft bed and limps toward her. But before he gets too close she turns her back on him, hiding from his fierce gaze. He sighed, saddened by her shyness, the one that had worked hard to get through, only to mess it up either way.

She wrapped her arms around herself and bowed her head to the floor when her sobbing turned into hulking and gasps for air. That was when she felt something different. Theodore had enclosed his hands on her upper arms from behind, giving them gentle caresses with his thumbs. And once more, the caresses spread the wildfire. Her body warmed and her breathing calmed as if the comfort worked.

She didn't know why she doubted that his comfort would work in the first place. Maybe because she wanted to think that he wasn't anything special to her. That love didn't do any difference when it came to a person. But he was, and it did.

Suddenly, before she could blink he turned her around and gently tugged her into his bare chest, enclosing his arms around her in an embrace. The hug didn't last long, but it didn't have to because it brought comfort either way. When he pulled away his hands immediately reached for her cheeks.

When his hands cup both sides of her face, she flinches back. But she doesn't get anywhere for his grip is unmoving. His thumb suddenly touched the space between her eyebrows and began slowly stroking the space, evening out the frown on her face.

She swallows hard. "It was never my intention to make you feel this way." He sighed. A deep heartfelt sigh." I just wanted your attention. And your laughs and your love. But my so thought to be efficacious methods didn't seem to be as efficacious as I believed them to be."

A humorous chuckle rumbles through his chest when a tiny, watery smile tugs at the corner of her lips. And then (Name) feels the aftermath of her sobbing catching up to her body, and a headache grows in her skull. And that's why she lets her forehead rest on the space in between his collarbones.

"Can you ever forgive me?" He asks while letting his fingers push her back from her tear-stained face. She makes a sound in the back of her throat.

"How can I not."

Her voice still had a watery touch to it but sounded more optimistic than she had the entire day. And Theodore tightened his arms around her. But the action sent a jolt of pain through his stomach, and therefore staggered into as he tried to lean some of his body weight on her. But since she wasn't ready, she stumbled against the wall.

"Sorry." He mumbled and pulled away from the embrace.

She chuckled while looking towards the floor, before slowly dragging her eyes up to his face. And then, out of pure instinct, she kissed his cheek and his entire body flared up. "You don't have to apologize."

She hoped he realized the double meaning behind her words. And that she truly did forgive him. Perhaps it would be a stupid decision she would come to regret. But it would be a future problem.

A gentle smile licked her features when he once again cupped her cheeks in his warm palms, and she was on top of the world when he slowly leaned closer.

But he moved so slow, and (Name) wanted to feel him and therefore rose to her toes to gently connect the kiss. It was only a peck, and also short-lived. But it was also her first kiss which meant that it still felt like a thousand suns burned in her chest.

But Theodore seemed to think differently, and with a breath, connected their lips into another sweet, blissful kiss. Although this one not only was deeper but also felt like it was. Her heart beat inside her ribs, more alive than ever when Theodore continued to angle her to meet his lips as he wished. As of the moment, he was pushing her into the wall with his chest, trying to feel as much of her as possible. But since he pressed into her, she had to angle her head up so that he would reach her lips.

Her lungs were burning, and her head spun and she had no choice but to pull away. When she did, Theodore quickly tried to connect their lips again, but she didn't let him. It wasn't that she didn't want to kiss him because she did. But she also wanted to look at him. To see his brown eyes, his pink kissed lips, and rosy cheeks.

"You look pretty." She whispered, and lightly kissed his nose. It was out of her character, but it felt right to do so. Especially when she saw the surprised face that he wore.

And at that moment, Theodore felt at peace. There was no itching on his arm, no pain and she was officially his known addiction. He would never let her go now.

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I'm so lonely. Anyhow, hope you enjoyed, and that it wasn't to long;)

Quick question, do you prefer 1:st 2:nd or 3:rd pov?

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amazingmaeve · 4 years ago

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Cuddling - Draco Malfoy

Harry Potter Masterlist

Summary: Draco catches Y/N in his shirt and they spend some time cuddling and enjoying each others company.

Request: 3 and 74 from fluff prompt list with cedric or draco? <3

Requested by: @prettygirlpattinson

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female!reader

Warnings: Just fluff 😊

AN: I decided to write Draco since I haven’t written anything for him.

Word count: 841

Y/N had been staying over at Dracos house for couple nights during the summer. She met his family at that time too. His mother seemed nice while his father seemed very cold to Y/N.

She and Draco began dating in their fourth year when he asked her to the Yule ball. Y/N of course agreed to go with him.

It was their fifth year and they have been dating for over a year.

Draco didn't want her to come to his house because of his family. Mainly his father.

Y/N understood since she's heard some stories of Dracos' dad and he sounded like a mean man.

Y/N however insisted since she really wanted to spend some time with him during the summer. Draco hesitantly agreed.

Y/N reassured him that everything would be fine. Y/N told him she would be polite so she wouldn't piss off his dad. And his mother wouldn't do anything to her Draco reassured her.

When they got to the manor she was in awe of how big the house was and Draco laughed at her shocked look.

Y/N was greeted with a hug from his mother and hello from his father. He didn't even shake her hand.

Draco held and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Draco dragged her upstairs to his room where he slept and showed her the guest room where she would be sleeping.

Then dinner was served and it was a bit awkward since his mother only asked questions and his father didn't bother to speak at all and just had a hard expression on his face.

His mother, Narcissa, was nice to her and she didn't expect her son's girlfriend to be shy but welcomed her in anyways.

When dinner ended his father went off to god knows were. Narcissa reassured Y/N that it wasn't her fault her husband usually was like this.

Y/N entered the guest room and brushed her teeth and took a shower.

She got one of Dracos shirts on and some underwear and crawled under the sheets and fell asleep for a while.

She felt someone shake her awake and when she was she saw Draco standing there in his pajamas.

“Draco love what’s wrong,” Y/N yawned feeling tired she looked at the clock and noticed it was 3 am. “Do you know what time it is.”

“Yes I couldn’t fall asleep and came to see if you were asleep,” Draco whispered to her. “Is that my shirt,” He smirked and sat right next to where she was laying.

“Maybe,” Y/N muttered trying to hide the blush on her cheeks. “Why couldn’t you fall asleep love,” Y/N sat up and put her hand on top of his.

“‘Was worried about darling,” Draco put his hand on her cheek and planted an innocent kiss on her lips.

“You don’t have to worry about me,” Y/N giggled.

“Can’t help it love,” Draco smiles at her. It was dark but there was a little moon light coming through the blinds.

“Well since we’re up I’m hungry,” Y/N pulled the blankets off her and was about to get up until he stopped her.

“No. I’m not letting you go it’s to early to get out of bed,” Draco laid down and pulled Y/N down with her.

“Well at least let me go to the toilet,” Y/N groans and Draco kisses the top of her head and lets her go.

When Y/N was don’t she came back to the room and saw that Draco was laying on his back waiting for her.

She got in bed and laid her head on his chest nuzzling her face into his neck. He wrapped his arms around her.

“Your dad seems mean,” Y/N muttered feeling a bit tired. “I always thought the rumors about him were exaggerated.”

“He’s always been like that,” Draco runs his fingers along her shoulders making her feel more tired. “You weren’t scared of him were love.”

“No I knew if you were fine I would be fine and your mother seemed nice which comforted me,” Y/N explained planting a kiss on his neck. “I’m tired let’s get to bed you must be exhausted.”

Draco nodded and felt Y/N fall asleep straight away while it took a minute for Draco to fall asleep.

For that minute Draco admired how beautiful Y/N looked. She looked more relaxed and seeing her like that made him feel relaxed and then eventually he fell asleep.

In the morning Y/N was happy to see that Draco was still there and he was still asleep. He looked more calm when he was sleeping which made Y/N’s heart ache with happiness as she tried to fall back to sleep for a couple more hours since it was only 7.

And when they got up they took a walk around the Malfoy manor and Draco knew that he would spend the rest of his life with Y/N.

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waiting-for-motivation · 6 years ago

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stupid things

summary: (Y/n) Lupin wants to meet her boyfriend Draco in Diagon Alley but there she only meets Harry, Ron and Hermione. Together they follow (Y/n)s boyfriend and discover something none of them understands. Only (Y/n) dares to follow Draco into the creepy shop and detects something really bad.

pairings: Draco Malfoy x Lupin!Reader, Hermione x Reader (kind of)

warnings: angst, blood, one curse word, death eaters, werewolf’s

words: 2582

a/n: this is my first english imagine ever so be tolerant. Hope you like this and maybe tell me what I could make better :)

MASTERLIST REQUEST RULES

As quiet as possible (Y/n) Lupin walks out of her room and into the dark corridor. While she goes downstairs on tiptoes, she shoulders her backpack and looks around herself to be sure that no one sees her. Under no circumstances may her father discover what she is doing because he would ask questions (Y/n) would like to avoid. Even if he knew the truth, her father would never allow her to go because he hates the boy too much, which (Y/n) wants to visit.

As soon as she reaches the last step, she hears an alarming creak and immediately turns around. Her father stands in front of her and has a confused look on his face. For one second (Y/n) considers lying but rejects this thought really fast because she knows that her dad can see it when she isn‘t telling the truth.

„What are you doing here, (Y/n)? Aren‘t you supposed to do homework?“, asks Remus Lupin and inspects her backpack, which seems to be filled with many things.

(Y/n) swallows hard and can‘t keep eye contact. If he knew where she was heading, then he would completely despise her.

„Hey, honey. I‘m not mad at you. Just tell me the truth and we will figure it out“, says Remus and lays a hand on (Y/n)s shoulder. Finally she takes her attention from the ground and looks into his eyes.

„I wanted to go…to…“, she stammers and fiddles nervously with her hands. It‘s obvious that she is afraid to tell her father about her friend. Remus‘ expression brightens up and confuses (Y/n) even more. Something that she doesn‘t know is that her dad already knows about Draco Malfoy and the relationship between the two teenagers.

„Oh, you want to visit Draco?“, he asks with a small smile on his lips and looks into (Y/n)s shocked eyes. (Y/n) interrupts their eye contact again and stares with tears in her own eyes onto the ground. How could she be so dump and try to conceal such a relationship from her dad? He probably thinks about giving her away. „Everything is okay“, Remus tries to calm his daughter down with a hand on her cheek. With that he also forces her to look into his eyes. „I‘m not mad at you because you love a person I…ehm…don‘t like.“

This sentence brings (Y/n) to take a deep breath and let the tears disappear. She is so relieved that her dad isn‘t angry with her.

„But I‘m mad at you that you tried to leave without saying goodbye. These are terrible days, (Y/n), you know that“, Remus tells his daughter with a serious undertone in his voice.

„I‘m sorry, dad“, whispers (Y/n) with a shaking voice and gives her dad a hug. At first Remus Lupin is surprised by the hug but then he returns it and presses a kiss to (Y/n)s forehead. He would be so sad if she had really left without saying goodbye. „So…I‘m allowed to go, right?“, smiles (Y/n) and points to the door behind her. After a while her dad nods and opens the door for her.

Although she is allowed to go now, (Y/n) hesitates because she knows how worried her dad can get when she is somewhere else than at home. Even during her schooldays in Hogwarts her father sometimes sends her worried letters.

„Just promise me that you wont do stupid things and get home tomorrow around midday“, her father says and gives (Y/n) once again a kiss on her forehead. (Y/n) closes her eyes and sets off to Diagon Alley.

Once there she realizes that she is to early and decides to go into one of the shops to buy Draco a present. After all she was separated from Draco for more than a month. Quite fast she chooses Fred and Georges shop – Weasleys‘ Wizard Wheezes. On the one hand because she knows that Draco has a weakness for chocolate, on the other hand because she wants to meet the twins and maybe Harry, Ron and Hermione. It‘s not that she is best friends with the trio but she is kind of relieved that they are there to save the day. And even though her boyfriend wont ever tolerate the three, she likes them.

As she enters the store a sweet scent fills her nose. A smile creeps up on her lips and she walks deeper into the store, in search of something Draco would love. It doesn‘t last long until she finds something for him. After she paid her boyfriends present she wants to leave the store but then she sees and recognizes Hermione, who is standing next to some love poison bottles. (Y/n) comes closer to her with a grin on her face and gives her a heartwarming hug.

„Wow, (Y/n) I didn‘t expect you here!“, Hermione says with a big smile on her lips. „But it‘s nice to see you. How were your holidays?“

For a long while the two girls talk about their holidays. (Y/n) tells Hermione about the wonderful weekend she shared with her dad in Paris. And Hermione talks about the things she did with family and friends. Talking about the devil, Ron and Harry turn up after Hermione ends her stories. They both greet (Y/n) with a small smile, probably because of the relationship (Y/n) has with Draco, their arch-enemy.

„Come on, let‘s go“, says Ron and sets off to leave his brothers shop. Finally outside (Y/n) takes a deep breath because the air inside the store was stuffy.

„How are Fred and George doing it? Half the Alley‘s closed down“, Hermione states with an excited voice, while they walk down the street.

„Fred reckons people need a laugh these days“, explains Ron and as (Y/n) is looking down the street, she realizes that actually most of the shops are closed – Olivander’s included.

„Oh no. Everyone got their wands from Olivander‘s“, Hermione says and the four teenagers stop in front of the shop. (Y/n) can remember the day she got her wand as if it was yesterday. Her dad was at her side and smiled every time she destroyed something with the wrong wand. When she finally got the right wand she smiled from one ear to the other and her dad patted her on the shoulder. At the same day she saw Draco Malfoy for the first time and to be honest: she hated him. He was the portrayal of a spoiled little brat. Until now (Y/n) doesn‘t know how Draco could change her opinion on him, but he did and that is everything that matters.

Only when the door of Olivander‘s closes with a loud sound, (Y/n) realizes that the trio entered the store. She follows quickly and stands in a destroyed room. There are sheets, books and some wands scattered on the floor. (Y/n) opens her mouth to say something but she can‘t find the right words.

„(Y/n)?“, she hears Ron saying her name, so she walks next to him. „Is it me, or does your boyfriend and his mummy look like two people who don‘t want to be followed?“, he asks and (Y/n) sees Draco next to Olivander‘s. Ron is right, he looks kind of haunted and nervous. At first (Y/n) wants to scream his name and run towards him but then he walks into the next ally. She quickly leaves the store and follows her boyfriend. The trio is right behind her, so that it‘s easy for Harry to grab (Y/n)s sleeve and hold her back.

„Please, don‘t run to him. Let us first see what they are doing and then you are free to do whatever you want, okay?“, Harry whispers to (Y/n) and after she nods, he follows Draco.

„He isn‘t doing something. He just…wanted to meet me..“, stammers (Y/n) but no one listens to her words. None of the three Gryffindors would ever believe her that Draco Malfoy isn‘t doing something bad. He is Satan in their eyes.

The alleys get smaller and darker. They walk past strange people. The walls are full of posters about dangerous people – one of them is Fenrir Greyback, whose name sounds familiar to (Y/n).

The darker their environment gets, the more hope loses (Y/n) that her boyfriend just wants to do something normal with his mother. As he is entering Borgin&Burke‘s (Y/n) loses her hope completely because she knows that this store is only for bad people – death eaters. She sees that he hesitates to walk into this shop but he still goes. The three look at (Y/n) for answers but she has none. This holiday she could only exchange a few letters with her boyfriend and even in them he was short tailed.

Of course the trio can‘t just stay in front of the shop, no, they must climb the nearest roof and watch what Draco and his mum are doing. First (Y/n) doesn‘t want to spy on her boyfriend but then her curiosity gets out of hand. Laying on this roof she feels stupid but then she sees all this dark clothed men around Draco. They are all standing around a weird looking cupboard. As Draco’s mum is giving her son a kiss, an angry face turns up and they must hide. But the one second (Y/n) could see the face of the fierce man she realizes that his name is Fenrir Greyback and finally (Y/n) knows why that name sounded familiar to her. This is the werewolf who bit her father.

(Y/n)s breathing gets faster and her heart is racing. Draco is one room with a wanted werewolf who has also turned her father into a monster. She can‘t sit still while Draco is in such danger, so she does the most stupid thing she could do in such a situation. She jumps of the roof, throws away her backpack and runs into Borgin&Burke‘s.

Her legs carry her into the shop and as she realizes how stupid she acted, it‘s too late. Everyone, including Draco, sees her. He opens his mouth to say her name but stays silent because he is afraid they will hurt him. Or worse: They will hurt her.

„What do you want, stupid girl?“, asks one of the dark clothed men. (Y/n) swallows hard takes one step back but there stands Greyback.

Narcissa Malfoy looks questioningly at her son which seems to get more and more nervous. As his mother she knows who is standing in front of her: (Y/n) Lupin, daughter of Remus Lupin and the girl her son loves. The only thing she can do in this situation is trying to calm her son down, even though he may he watch his girlfriend die. She lays a hand on Draco’s shoulder and whispers: „ You can‘t save her, Draco. Please stay silent.“

It‘s obvious that inside Draco’s head a war is raging. On the one hand he wants to help (Y/n) because he loves her and can‘t give up on her, on the other hand he needs to whitewash his family’s name. If he would run away with (Y/n), Voldemort would for sure kill his mother and father.

So he does the only thing that makes sense to him: stand there and hope that the death eaters spare (Y/n).

„I know you“, whispers Fenrir Greyback in (Y/n)s ear and therefore comes really close to her neck. (Y/n) can smell his disgusting bad breath. Draco can see tears glistening in her (e/c) eyes. „You are a Lupin.“ Fenrir Greyback’s smile turns into a frightening grin. „I remember the day when I bit him like it was yesterday. He screamed like a little girl; like you will scream after I bit you too.“

Those words are too much for Draco. He can‘t stand still anymore. With three big steps he stands directly in front of his scared girlfriend and the werewolf behind her. Only now does he realize that everyone is staring at him.

„Let her go, Greyback. She is still a child“, Draco says and tries to suppress the tremor of his voice. He doesn‘t dare to look at (Y/n) so he stares into the cold eyes of Greyback. This one only twitches with his shoulders.

„I like to bite children“, smiles Greyback and does not wait longer. He hits his teeth in her throat and blood is flowing immediately. (Y/n)s scream is bloodcurdling. Just as fast as Greyback bit her, he lets her go again. The young girl collapses on the floor. With one hand she tries to stop the bleeding on her neck.

Draco decides that now isn‘t the time to hesitate so he helps (Y/n) up and leaves the shop with her. No one is trying to stop them.

As soon as they are outside (Y/n) presses Draco away. She can‘t trust him anymore. He didn‘t do anything to help her. The things he told Greyback have only motivated the werewolf more.

From the corner of her her eyes she sees Harry, Ron and Hermione.

„Piss of, Potter“, whisper-yells Draco but Harry looks worried at (Y/n) which nods because she wants to talk with Draco in private. The trio goes hesitantly.

Draco gives (Y/n) a tissue with which she can wipe away the blood and also press onto her wound. For a moment it‘s silent but then (Y/n) begins to sob. These sounds break Draco’s already broken heart. He can‘t stand seeing her cry but that‘s what is happening right now. At first he thinks she doesn‘t want any body contact, especially from him, but then he realizes that he can‘t just stand next to her and do nothing. Not again. So he carefully puts his arms around her and let her cry onto his shoulder. Once in a while he whispers sweet nothings into her ears and kisses her forehead or nose. Those are the things that brought a smile back on (Y/n)s lips after she was upset but now it‘s different. She is a different person now – a werewolf.

„Hey, everything will be alright, darling. I will bring you back to your father. He will know what we need to do, alright?“, whispers Draco, takes (Y/n)s trembling hand and helps her walk home.

It does last longer than normal because they sometimes stop to calm (Y/n) down again. The problem is that she isn‘t just afraid about the whole werewolf-thing, no she is also afraid to tell her dad. A few hours ago she promised him to not do stupid things and that‘s exactly what she did.

As they finally arrive, Draco realizes that this could also bring him some trouble. He knows that Remus Lupin doesn‘t like him and if he sees him with his bitten daughter, he might overreact.

They both stop before the door and it‘s in that moment when (Y/n) realizes that she left her backpack in Diagon Alley and with it her key.

„Shit“, (Y/N) curses and drives her hand though her hair. Draco watches her with a confused expression. „I forgot your present!“ Tears well up in her eyes again. „Seriously? That‘s what you are thinking about right now? A present for me? I‘m the person that got you into trouble in first place!“, says Draco and winces as the door gets opened from (Y/n)s father. The first person he pays eyes on is Draco and to Draco’s astonishment he smiles. This smile vanishes as soon as he sees the blood on his daughter.

#draco #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy one shot #harrypotter #deatheaters #werewolfes #fenrir greyback #narcissa malfoy #hermoine granger #ron weasley #fred and george #fred weasley #george weasley #remus lupin

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blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms · 6 years ago

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O.W.L.S.- Hermione Granger

Pairing: Hermione Granger x Reader

Characters: Hermione Granger

Warnings: N/A

Request: @ni-na1225 Can you write a 18 with Hermione? (just not with Ron!) thanks! :)

Word Count: 422

Author: Charlotte

Examinations always made you nervous, but nowhere near as nervous as Hermione. Hermione, although one of the greatest witches of her age, was terrified of failing exams even though it was almost impossible for her to do so. She’d get terribly worried and start to second guess everything she knew, but now that you were preparing for you O.W.L.S. it had become significantly worse.

The two of you were sat on her bed in your shared dorm, books surrounding you as well as scrolls of notes, but none of it seemed to be assisting her.

“None of this makes sense,” Hermione huffed. “I’m pretty sure Professor McGonagall has been marking my papers incorrectly, how could I be passing them perfectly with extra marks, when now I am retaining none of this.”

“It’s going to be okay ‘Mione, you can do this,” you smiled reassuringly.

She shook her head. “I’m stupid. I’m terribly stupid. Transfiguration was so simple last week in class but I’m going to fail my exams and I am going to be kicked out of Hogwarts and the wizarding world.”

You rested your hand on her shoulder to attempt to calm her down. For someone so smart, she could be incredibly dumb when it came to acknowledging her intelligence. She was such a kind soul to anyone else, but to herself it was a different story. Hermione was her own worst enemy.

“You’re not stupid,” you stated. “If you were, what’d that make me?”

“No,” she frowned. “You’re intelligent, you always get good grades and you can do this revision without it hurting your head. What am I supposed to do Y/N? I’m going to fail my exams and then you’re going to leave me because I’m an idiot and Harry and Ron will hate me and I’ll have my wand broken because I don’t deserve it…”

Hermione continued to ramble about unrealistic futures and how useless she was, even though you and everyone else begged to differ. You couldn’t bear to listen to her telling you how stupid and useless she was, so the only way you could think to shut her up was by leaning in and pressing your lips to hers. She was shocked at first but at least it stopped her from rambling.

As you pulled away, she stayed silent, a small smile on her lips and a red hue on her cheeks.

“You’re the smartest witch in Hogwarts, you are going to do great, please don’t doubt yourself,” you smiled sweetly.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

#O.W.L.S.#Request #ni-na1225 #Hermione Granger One shot #Hermione Granger #Hermoine Granger #Harry Potter Series Imagine #Harry Potter Series #Harry Potter Films #Harry Potter Series One Shot #HP One Shot #HP Imagine #HP #Charlotte

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starfishies123 · 2 years ago

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Something a bit different for this New Year’s Eve

Stay with me Wolfie fans, there’s one in the oven for you 💕

#Harry Potter #Harry Potter fiction #Hermoine Granger #lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #one shot #spicy one shot #ao3

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bubblybubbubs · 4 years ago

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4 times Draco showed his love and one time he said it.

requested by anon !

Draco x Reader

taglist - @chaoticgirl04

summary : Basically events that show Draco’s love language

warning - not completely edited.

an- these are spread out between the years and not in chronological order btw. also please send in more requests I’ve been feeling inspired lately.

“I’m so exhausted.” You huffed as you laid next to Draco on the floor trying to work on your potions essay.

You were convinced that Snape was giving you so much work to torture you.

“Then go to sleep.” Draco said as he worked on his homework next to you.

You almost laughed, it was easy for him Snape seemed to like him and Snape liked no one.

“I need to do good on this essay.”

“When’s it due?” He asked still not looking up.

“Tomorrow.” You sighed.

“Take a nap it’ll help you think.”

You were going to retaliate and get back to work but Draco picked you up and placed you on the bed which you easily sunk into.

“Fine make sure you wake me up in an hour.” You drawled before turning on your side.

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep but you were asleep for far longer than you expected to be.

You woke up and jolted up right when you saw the sunlight pouring in from the windows.

“DRACO YOU DIDN'T WAKE ME.” You said shaking him awake.

“Calm down woman, I did it for you.” He huffed in a drowsy voice still half asleep.

Sure enough right next to you on the night stand was 4 feet of parchment rolled up on a scroll. You didn’t need to check the scroll to know that it was perfect.

You turned to thank him but he was already asleep. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before running off to your own dorm.

Draco wasn’t actually asleep he smiled rubbing the spot where you kissed him and reached for the homework that he put aside in order to do yours.

“Ready to lose Malfoy?” You said as you adjusted your quidditch uniform.

“Please, Slytherin is going to win.” Draco said.

“I’ll have you know our team is amazing, and we have an amazing chaser .”

“Well my team has a great seeker.” He drawled smirking. “Probably better than your chaser.”

“I hope you feel the same way when y/h wins.” You taunted.

“I’m not worried.”

“Well you should be.” You laughed before kissing a kiss to his lips. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He chuckled.

Quidditch was exhilarating and you were so busy trying to get the quaffle through the hoops you didn’t notice Adrian Pucey flying at you full speed.

You fell right off your broom. The moment you hit the ground you knew you had broken something and you groaned in pain.

Your team kept playing above you, it was quidditch after all injuries happened. You spotted Draco chasing after the snitch neck in neck with your seeker. He seemed to see you and he immediately flew towards you leaving the other seeker to follow the snitch on their own.

“What happened.” He asked kneeling next to you.

“That prat Pucey pushed me off my broom.” You groaned.

“Malfoy get back to the game I can take Ms.Y/l/n from here.” Madam Pomfrey said as she ran up to you.

Draco didn’t move as he knelt next to you, you were about to tell him to go when Lee announced that Y/h had caught the snitch.

“Did you lose because of me?” You asked feeling sorry.

“It’s just a quidditch game.” He said smiling at you.

Draco’s teammates flew down, no doubt to yell at him.

“Sorry.” You said.

“It’s fine, I can handle them. I’ll meet you at the hospital wing.” He said before walking towards his team.

You fell asleep as soon as Madam Pomfrey gave you that healing potion to mend your broken bones.

You woke with a groan, the room was pitch black except for a small candle next to you.

“Draco?” You asked taking in the blonde boy who was half a sleep in a chair next to your bed.

“Oh good you’re awake.” Draco said stretching.

“How long was I out.”

“Two days.” He said.

“You were here for two days?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I came and went.” He said. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get Madam Pomfrey and tell her you woke up.

Madam Pomfrey walked in with a sour look on her face Draco in tow behind her.

“Of Course you pick to wake up at the middle of the night.” She huffed. “And you, didn’t I tell you to go back to your common room.”

“I did.” Draco said. “I just came to see if she was up yet and she woke up.”

“Of Course.” Madam Pomfrey snorted searching for a salve to give you.

“Malfoy get a bandage from my cupboard will you, might as well be helpful while you’re here.” She said and Draco obliged.

“The boy is lying, he hasn’t budged all weekend, I basically had to push him out the door to get him to go to meals.” She chuckled as she treated your bones.

You grinned at that and you felt your face burn up.

“Here is the bandage.” Draco said handing her the wraps.

Madam Pomfrey worked quickly.

“All good to go. Mister Malfoy I expect you’ll escort Miss Y/l/n to her Common Room?” She said.

Draco nodded as he helped you get out of the bed, still a bit sore.

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey.”

As you walked out of the Hospital Wing you noticed Adrian Pucey sleeping on one of the beds with a rather awful looking black eye. You almost felt a bit bad but the pain that you felt almost everywhere pushed those feelings away. You pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek.

“What was that for.” Draco said with a faint smile.

“Nothing in particular.” You hummed.

“I hate Granger.” You huffed as you sat across from Draco.

“Oh? Why’s that.” Draco asked looking up from his breakfast.

“I want to be the best at one class, just one class that’s all I’m asking but no she beats in me in every class.” You huffed. “Even divination! and Trelawney doesn’t even like her.”

“Granger is annoying but you have to admit she has her wits.” Draco said mindlessly.

Y/n glared at him.

“Sorry, she’s and idiot.” He quickly corrected himself.

“I studied all night for this Transfiguration exam and she still got better marks than me.”

“You could obliviate her, make her forget everything she’s ever learned.” Draco suggested.

“I don’t think that would work.” You said quirking up your brow.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“Funny.” You sighed. “Guess I’ll have to conform with being the second best.”

“MIght have to conform with third because if I’m correct I have higher marks than you in Potions and Longbottom is beating you in Herbology.” He said sarcastically.

“Wow, You’re so kind to me.” You said sarcastically.

You felt like you were sweating from the stress. In all you years you had never been so stressed over a test especially in Charms which was supposed to be your strong suit.

Sure enough Hermoine was just flying through the test. She was about to flip to the next page when she threw her pen on the ground.

“Ms.Granger is there a problem?” Flitwick said.

“My answers keep changing, I think this quill has been tampered with.” She said shaking her head.

“I think you’re going to have to start over Ms.Granger, here I’ll give you a new quill.” Flitwick said.

Hermoine let out a defeated sigh. That alone gave you enough motivation to finish the test.

“Draco did you tamper with Hermoine’s quill?”

"I haven’t but thanks for the idea.” He said.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t make Hermoine’s quill change answers.”

“Nope.” He said. “I’ve got to go to quidditch, see you later.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before running off.

You didn’t miss the quill sticking out of his robe that was identical to Hermoine’s.

Amycus Carrow stood in front of the class walking back and forth.

“Today we will be practicing the Cruciatus Curse.” She drawled. “You’re all familiar with this one, correct?”

Everyone nodded.

“Y/l/n, Malfoy get up here.”

You gulped shakedly walking up.

“Mister Malfoy, practice on Y/l/n.” She said smiling.

You tried to show him that it was fine by smiling at him but he didn’t stop shaking.

“No.” He said.

“What.” Amycus snapped. Draco hadn't been one of the students to defy her orders.

“I said no.” Draco huffed. “I won’t take orders from a halfblood.”

You wanted to yell at Draco, how daft was he. Now Amycus was going to hurt him.

“Very well if you wont, I will.” Amycus snapped his wand at you.

“CRUCIO.” You felt your skin burn and fell to the ground with screams.

You heard someone yell but all you could hear were your own screams.

You fell over once the pain stopped.

Your vision was blurry and you didn’t see that Draco had hexed Amycus.

He pulled you into his arms as the class just stood in shock.

“No one says a thing or you’ll end up like Amycus.” He said to the class as he obliviated Amycus’ mind. “I’m taking her to Pomfrey, not that it’s anyone’s business.”

“Draco why would you do that, he could’ve hurt you.�� You groaned.

“Hush, don’t move it’ll only make the pain worse.” He said holding you closer as he carried you to Pomfrey.

You laid in Draco’s arms as you both laid on his bed.

He was running his hands through your hair.

“I love you.” He said. “I don’t think i’ve told you that but I do, I have for along time i’m just not the best at expressing my feelings.”

“You show your love in your own way.” You hummed. “And I love you too.”

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dramioneasks · 3 years ago

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HP FESTS: Hermione's Haven (Part 1)

Hermione's Holiday Hideaway 2017:

A New World of Opportunities by Meiri - G, one-shot - Just when she thought life was getting to be somewhat normal, Hermione's life takes another turn for the unexpected.

Tender and Mild by Kittenshift17 - M, one-shot - Hermione's got a surprise for Draco this Christmas whilst travelling abroad.

Hermione's Holiday Hideaway 2018:

To Have Purpose by MykEsprit - T, one-shot - Hermione's boyfriend books them a gondola ride in Venice. She's taken by surprise when the gondolier is none other than her ex.

Hermione's Haven Bingo 2019:

Her Heart's Home by articcat621 - T, one-shot - Hermione heads to the library for some introspection. A ghost makes an appearance to give her some advice.

Talk Dirty to Me by xxDustNight88 - M, one-shot - Hermione wakes to find her husband not in bed. It's a good thing she knows just what to do to entice him to come back.

The Organization by crochetaway - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger is a broke university student whose life intersects with Draco Malfoy, head of the Malfoy crime family. Hermione wants nothing to do with Draco, but she finds herself backed into a corner with nowhere else to turn.

If This Is The End by Frumpologist - M, one-shot - If he must die, Draco hopes it’s in her arms.

Promise in Time by xxDustNight88 - M, one-shot - When the love of your life is ripped from you too soon, do you let it go or try to change the past?

The Family Business by karasunova - T, one-shot - Scorpius Malfoy is convinced his parents are secret agents. Fancy formal wear, stashed weapons. I mean, look at how they met!

Roll-A-Partner Collaborative Writing Challenge 2019:

Rolls & Grudges: How Draco Met Hermione by crochetaway, Squarepeg72 - E, one-shot - They were told that complex arithmancy was used to find the best match when the marriage law was passed. The reality is a bit - different. What really goes on behind the scenes in the Office of Births, Bonds, and Deaths when a marriage law is declared.

Hermione's Haven Harvest 2019:

Jack-O-Lanterns and Pumpkin Seeds by KasmiAnn - G, one-shot - Hermione shows Draco one of her favorite Harvest traditions.

Hermione's Holiday Hideaway 2019:

The Spirit of the Season by Breathesgirl - G, one-shot - The Potters and Malfoys learn a lesson.

That Warm Feeling by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns - T, one-shot - One warm feeling is replaced with another more acceptable one.

Hermione's Personal Library 2019:

All the Better For It by karasunova - T, one-shot - Hermione has some harsh words for Draco, but perhaps the road toward forgiveness has its bumps and the future can be all the more brighter.

Bunny Bounce Fic Exchange 2020:

What Is and What Isn't by DarkAngelOfSorrowReturns - T, one-shot - "Surprised?" Malfoy asked, a small, sly grin formed on his face.

Hermoine's Mischievous Side by aleysiasnape - M, one-shot - Draco sees Hermione in a different light and likes it.

Hermione's Holiday Hideaway 2020:

The Elf on the Shelf by crochetaway - T, one-shot - Seamus is hosting his annual fancy dress Yule party.

This fest is ongoing.

#fests/exchanges/challenges #hermione's haven #dramione

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wizardingworldlibrary · 3 years ago

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Gryffindor Pairings Masterlist

Links Last Checked: June 19th, 2024

part two

A George Christmas Carol (ao3) - Ely_Baby angelina/george G, 12k

Summary: On the first Christmas after his brother's death, George is all Scrooged up. Luckily, Fred isn't having any of that.

A Seamus Thing (ao3) - Delphi seamus/dean E, 3k

Summary: Dean and Seamus share a tent at the Quidditch World Cup during Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

Captured (ao3) - sportivetricks (tamlane) hermione/neville E, 9k

Summary: "Do you want to pretend we're strangers?"

Neville and Hermione play a game of captor and captive.

Chambers (ao3) - starfishstar harry/ginny T, 21k

Summary: In the winter after the war, Ginny navigates not only her own recurring nightmares, but also the demands of Quidditch captaincy, the weirdness of double-dating with one's brother and the surprisingly difficult path back to Harry, along with Hermione's obsession with inter-house unity, Neville's retreat into his books, Luna's lonely family life and a gaping hole in Ginny's family where her middle brother used to be.

In the winter after the war, Ginny starts putting the pieces back together, with a little help from her friends.

come home to my heart (ao3) - remedialpotions hermione/ron E, 1k

Summary: Hermione has finally come home from Hogwarts. Written for wildegreenlight.

eHarmony (ao3) - Frumpologist hermione/harry M, 14k

Summary: The five times Harry and Hermione hung out and the one time they went on a date.

Five Stages of Starflower (ao3) - Startanewdream james/lily T, 11k

Summary: James is oblivious, Lily is mostly okay with her unrequited love and Sirius has a few plans about this situation.

Five Times Dean and Seamus Don't Go For It, and One Time They Do (ao3) - starkidpatronus seamus/dean T, 5k

Summary: “Hard to sit here and be close to you, and not kiss you.” -- F. Scott Fitzgerald

Dean & Seamus, throughout the years, tortured by a series of almost moments.

for a pessimist, i'm pretty optimistic (ao3) - Annerb harry/ginny T, 6k

Summary: Ginny and Harry are forced to share a bed. Of course everything just gets more out of hand from there.

Four Times Hermione Felt Guilty About Kissing Ron and One Time She Didn't At All (ao3) - Edie_K hermione/ron T, 11k

Summary: “Well, just in case, let me state that I fancy you and I was asking you out and it was a date."

Five vignettes about Hermione and Ron kissing under morally dubious circumstances set during Half Blood Prince.

Left unsaid (ao3) - OtterAndTerrier hermione/ron T, 4k

Summary: After escaping the Ministry, Ron is having trouble doing things like getting a bath with his injured arm. Hermione will try to help, no matter how much it hurts to think that it's not really the time for romance. One-shot with a parallel, set in DH.

lend me your strength (I carry you with me) (ao3) - Someone_aka_Me seamus/george T, 9k

Summary: In a world where you can feel strong emotions from your soulmate, sometimes it takes a long time to figure out what should be right in front of you. GeorgeSeamus through the years.

Methods (ao3) - evidenceclaimed hermione/fred T, 6k

Summary: “Keep talking like that, Fred Weasley, and I’d start to think you fancied me.”

“Keep playing along like this, and I might think you do too.”

Percy Weasley and the Phwee Plant (ao3) - Mairi Nathaira (Tara) neville/percy M, 3k

Summary: Percy has to take care of a very odd plant. It is an easy task, but things get complicated when the plant becomes sick.

Seventh Year (ao3) - haveufoundwhaturlookingfor seamus/dean T, 3k

Summary: Seamus has gone to his seventh year at Hogwarts while Dean is on the run. Seamus is not having such a good time his seventh year with Dean not there. He appreciates Ginny being there, but it's not the same.

Solidify (ao3) - FelixFelicisWithATwist hermoine/fred T, 7k

Summary: After Hermione Granger finds herself at the wrong end of Umbridge's quill; Fred Weasley takes it upon himself to cheer her up. One shot set during OOtP. HGFW

Soulmates (ao3) - winterfool hermione/ron G, 2k

Summary: Hermione has never been interested in finding her soulmate - in fact, she's decided she never wants to meet them at all. Life doesn't always work out the way you plan, though.

Still Standing (ao3) - eleventy7 percy/oliver G, 16k

Summary: After the war, Percy testifies against his corrupted Ministry colleagues and is sent to the Scottish lowlands to live under the protection of a witness security program.

Symptoms of Family (ao3) - zeitgeistic percy/remus E, 14k

Summary: Percy hates Tuesdays; he just doesn't realise it. Inspired by apples, breathing, curry and bookshops.

To Defend (ao3) - amchara dean/ginny G, 9k

Summary: In the summer after fifth year Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan learn what it really means to be Gryffindors when Death Eaters attack Dean's Muggle family.

Together Share This Smile (ao3) - reilaroo harry/charlie G, 6k

Summary: An arranged marriage contract between the Potters and Weasleys cause problems between Harry and the Weasleys. But maybe it can lead him to his happily ever after?

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siriusblackloml · 1 year ago

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Day 3 - Hermoine Granger (Kinktober 2023)

𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1200+

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: swearing, eating out (MDNI 18+)

Kinktober 2023 Masterlist┊Day 4

Your naked body rubs against Hermoine’s clothed one as both your lips devour one another. She’s hovering over you as you lie on the bed so gracefully, completely nude while your legs are spread in a way that silently asks your girlfriend to get a move on already. She had taken off her own shirt and skirt, but barely had time to process taking off the rest of her undergarments before you were pulling her by the neck into a heated kiss. It was intense, messy, and rough as the two of you swirled your tongues and bit bottom lips. You gasp at the feeling of Hermoine’s hands running up and down body. Fingers carefully fluttering over your perky nipples, down your stomach, all the way to your round thighs. The knot in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter the longer she touched you.

Just the mere thought of Hermoine licking your pussy and swirling around your clit makes your mind go blank for just a split second. You dig your fingers into the bed sheets as she starts to trail kisses down your chest and stomach. However, she takes a bit too long for your liking. Hermoine pulls away from your stomach and starts to kiss your jawline, inching closer and closer to your lips. Body on fire from every kiss she leaves behind, you start to squirm underneath her power. You let out a deep huff, craning your neck to the side to pull away from your girlfriend’s intoxicating lips. “Can you just fuck me already?”

Hermoine rolls her eyes and clicks her tongue, making your stomach explode with butterflies. You knew that this meant she would (hopefully) start doing exactly what you wanted. Hands still on your thighs, she gives them a quick squeeze and closes the gap between both your bodies by swiftly kissing you. She bites your bottom lip, making you moan softly in the process. In a cocky tone of voice, she responds, “You’re such a little brat sometimes.”

No matter how much you might whine about her taking too long, and no matter how many times Hermoine will tease you for it, she’ll always cave in. She spoils you rotten.

“I’m sorry, Hermoine, I just want you to…well, you know!” You confess, smiling ear-to-ear. You keep your legs spread, however, and interlock your ankles together behind her back as to keep your girlfriend in place above your body.

Hermoine is amused by your behavior. You could practically feel holes burning into your skull the way she stares at you for so long. She likes to just take everything in at one time; the desperation in your voice, the spit covering your mouth, the way your eyes are begging her to fuck you like a toy. She bites her bottom lip and says to you, "I hope you know I plan to push you over the edge and make you feel like heaven is on earth. It’s only adequate that I treat my baby like she’s a princess.”

Something about her ability to talk so intelligently has you completely engrossed. Not that you weren't before. Under your bottom, you could feel a patch of dampness soaking the bed sheets. Her words alone make you a miserable, drenched mess.

One last time, Hermoine kisses your chest and starts to shimmy her way down towards your wet hole. You make sure to loosen your grip on her around your ankles so she has room to move. Meanwhile, you lean back even further into the pillows and sheets and sigh blissfully. This is exactly what you were wanting. Memories flash across your mind of the first time you and Hermoine ever did anything so dirty together. It was both rough and beautiful at the same time. The first time your girlfriend was slipping her tongue within you struck you as surreal. She has a way of getting you to finish in minutes, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

She knew exactly what to do to make you itch. It usually started with the whispers in your ear, then the kissing up and down your body. It all led up to this moment where she would finally treat your pussy like it was a candy meant to be eaten. Her hot breaths on your inner thigh leave you whiny again, repeatedly begging her like it was a mantra. “Please, please, please eat me out! Please, Hermoine!”

She finally shuts you up by pressing her mouth against your hole. Hermoine flattens her tongue against your folds and licks at the slick that was spilling out of you. You exhale a breath you hadn't known you'd been holding. You gasp at the sensation of her tongue working like clockwork in between your folds. She was moving everywhere that made you whimper with delight, up and down, side to side. "My, my, you taste so good," she murmurs against you, "I adore eating you out."

You can barely choke out any words the more she laps at your pussy. You throw your head back and let out a strangled moan, shutting your eyes tight as you enjoy the wondrous sensation. Her tongue caught you off guard, resting flat on your skin and licking broad stripes from bottom to clit. Hermoine's lips make harsh sucking noises as she extends her tongue to poke your sensitive nub. You can feel her giggle against your hole as you cry embarrassingly loudly, muttering under your breath at how fantastic it feels.

“Oh my- fuck, Hermoine!” You whine as she starts to suckle at your clit over and over again.

As she inserts her tongue inside you, a surge of delight washes over you. Your brow furrows in pleasure as Hermoine ravishes your cunt, sucking it over and over. The feeling in your stomach tightens as your body shakes with ecstasy. You'll soon be on fire merely from Hermoine's power.

"Fuck! Yes!" You practically scream, slowing down after being smacked with such a powerful surge of pleasure.

While your body shakes from the ultimate high, Hermoine pulls away from her spot on the bed. Her cheeks and chin were dripping with wetness and it only made her cute smile all the more sexy. Hermoine finally came around and promised exactly what she threatened you with earlier; you swear your body was in heaven right now.

“Wow, baby. You took me so well.” Hermoine giggles, pushing herself up from the bed to sit on her knees.

With your pointed finger, you motion for Hermoine to come closer to you. She lays her hands and knees on the bed to crawl towards you as she hovers over your body. You cup her cheek with your hand, pulling her into a wet kiss. Juices flood your mouth as the two of you fight for dominance with your tongues. You smile and hum to yourself as you taste your wetness on your tongue. As Hermoine pulls away, you can’t help but move your hand from her cheek to behind her back. You unclip her bra and watch as the undergarment falls forward, unleashing her beautiful breasts.

You tell her in a sultry tone and with a small wink, “I think it’s my turn to help you now.”

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emily-thefanficwritter · 3 years ago

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Harry potter x reader

Warning:none but there will be some kissing lines. So 13+

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"Y/n's so lovely..y/n..my girl,I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER! Bullshit harry...bullshit." Ginny spitted at Harry's face after reading his diary.

"I thought you loved me...NOT SOME OTHER UGLY GIRL!"

"I'm sorry ok! I lost feelings for you and developed new ones. I did not start this,you did!" Ginny was stunted

"W-what" she asked

"Yeah,don't act like you didn't just have sex with dean yesterday! Your the confusion here,i-its all you...that's it. It ends here."harry slamed the door of the classroom and stomped out with tears drizzling down his cheek.

"Ouh,sorry. I didn't watch where I was going." Y/n said looking up to the person that she bumped into.

She was devastated to find the person that she had a crush on ever since year 2 crying his soul out.

"Hey,hey! What's wrong? Don't cry!" Y/n tried to speak to him but in return,harry put his head on her shoulder making her robe drenched.

It was 15 past 6 pm. Everyone was at thier dorm probably doing homework or taking a rest while harry and y/n was lonely at the middle of the hallways.

"G-ginny,i-i don't know anymore! I don't know...I HATE THIS SO MUCH I CAN'T-" y/n cuts him

"Shh,it's fine..." She rubbed his back up and down calming him down.

[At gryffindors comman room]

"Hey y/n.."harry called out

Y/n hummed in response.

"I'm sorry for today. It was just hard to cope with it knowing that she cheated and i had to end it." He felt so embaressed yet loved

"It's fine harry,people gets sad everytime deny it from a breakup or other stuffs. Here have some hot tea,it will help rather then you sitting infront of the fire." Y/n said giggling while walking over to brunette and passing the tea to him.

Scilence filled the room. It was currently 9 past 10 pm and every one was asleep,that's what they thought. It was thier 6th year at hogwarts and they are having thier OWLS in 3 more weeks.

Y/n coughed to break the scilence.

"U-uhm,i should go to bed now and maybe you sould to haha uhm...yeah."y/n placed a soft kiss that she will normally do to harry at the top of his head before they went to sleep.

Y/n stood up but was stopped.

"Y/n wait!" Harry whispered agressively.

Harry stood up and looked down at the 5'2 female. Despite him being 5'8(i'm following the height of book harry before yalls comment anything😌✨) , he bent down and placed his lips to her soft ones. Butterflies filled y/ns stomach. This is what she wants this is what she was waiting for forever. She then let it slipped and kissed him back.

[Y/ns pov]

"I didn't thought mr potter would move on that fast huh?"

I broke the kiss and look up the stairs. My best friend,hermoine granger was standing up there with a cheerful smile on her face.

"N-no i-it's not y/n fault,i was the one who kissd her and-"

"Shut it potter. I knew you and ginny won't last,i'm happier with this one anywase. Don't know about ron tho..." Said the bookworm.

"Y-yeah,i really think i should head up now..."

Halfway climbing my way up to hermoine,i went back down to place another soft kiss on potters lips.

"I'll see you tomorrow...i love you i-i mean haha yeah ah-"

"I love you to harry,i love you to." I said and walked with hermoine back to our dormitry.

The one who waits the longest,is the one who will be by your side forever.

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baby-blossoms · 4 years ago

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Potent

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 3,795

Summary/Request: “I don't know if you write for Harry Potter, but can you do a fic about Draco Malfoy if you do? It doesn't have to be anything specific, I just love your writing!” - Reader smells Draco in the Amortentia potion without realizing it’s him.

Warnings: Light cursing

You were exhausted from staying up all night writing an essay for charms class over simple things your father had taught you ages before you had started your sixth year at Hogwarts. You couldn’t say that you were extremely talented in every subject you took at the great school of witchcraft and wizardry, but charms came naturally to you. Your mother was an outstanding Auror, and your father also worked for the Ministry of Magic. You were never fully informed on what exactly he did. His job was clearly out of the ordinary, as he never spoke about it. He was always out at odd hours for work, but you never questioned it. You were just happy that they both came home safe every night.

You couldn’t say that your family was thrilled when they found out you were a Slytherin. The family came from a long line of Ravenclaws on your father’s side and Gryffindors on your mother’s side. They were baffled as to how you found yourself placed among Slytherins. Nevertheless, they were proud of you and how hard you were working toward being one of the top students of your class,

“Another reason I believe you should have been placed in Ravenclaw! Perhaps you could consult with the headmaster about the matter, Y/N?”

Your mother had said once. You rolled your eyes at her all those years ago and simply replied,

“The sorting hat never makes mistakes, mama. You know that. Being a Slytherin may not have been what you wanted or expected, but it is my destiny.”

You withdrew yourself from the memory as you tuned back into your friends chattering away about the latest gossip among the school. Some people you had never heard of were getting back together for the third time this year. It was impressive how often a couple could split and get back together in the span of a few months.

“Y/n, do you fancy anyone?”

Your friend Danny asked, knocking his shoulder together with yours and raising an eyebrow in curiosity. You rolled your eyes and slapped him on the arm lightly with a book you were carrying.

“You know I don’t have time for a relationship, Danny.”

Danny gave a long drawn out sigh and motioned to a girl in blue and bronze robes passing by.

“Honestly, you should’ve been holed up with those stuffy Ravenclaws.”

You shot him an annoyed glance and replied.

“Ravenclaws are not stuffy, Daniel. They value intelligence, I can’t imagine why you weren’t placed there.”

Danny snorted out a laugh,

“There it is! Every time I annoy you, I’m reminded why you were put in Slytherin. It’s the wicked sarcasm alone, I think.”

Another one of your friends chimed in,

“Have you seen her magic in action, Danny? It's the power, not the sarcasm. Salazar Slytherin valued powerful, cunning students with pure blood, and the only family with more pure blood than hers is the Malfoys.”

You didn’t comment, a part of you flattered by your friend's compliment toward your powerful magic. However, the prejudice toward purebloods among the Slytherin house still put you off a bit. Your mind wandered to the Malfoy family after a moment. They truly were a powerful and well-known family, but you knew from your mother’s mixture of anger and disgust when talking about Lucious Malfoy, they were not well known for good reasons. A chill ran up your spine when you thought back to the first and only time you had seen Lucious Malfoy in person.

He towered over you, his eyes practically piercing into your soul when you accidentally bumped into him on Diagon Alley while buying supplies for your first year. Your mother had pulled you away from him as if he was infected with a highly contagious disease, and practically shoved you behind her. She had spoken to him for a moment, her voice friendly to anyone else’s ears, but you knew your mother. You heard how uncomfortable she truly was.

That was the extent of your interactions with the Malfoy family. Your mother had drilled it into your head that you were not to step foot near Draco Malfoy, let alone speak to him. She was terrified of what might come if you befriended, or worse, annoyed the young Malfoy. You had agreed, as if Draco would ever speak to you in the first place. He was far too concerned with himself and harassing Harry Potter for that.

The only thing that made avoiding Draco difficult at this point was not only that you were in Slytherin with him, but you also had almost the same schedule. Speaking of which, you realized you had passed your potions class, and quickly shouted a farewell to your friends as you doubled back and made your way into the room.

You gathered with the rest of the Slytherins. The class stood in front of a table that had four cauldrons upon it. One of the two you could smell from where you stood, and you found it almost intoxicating. Your eyes glazed over as you stared intently at the cauldron, and you were only brought out of your hazy thoughts of how exquisite it smelled when two boys entered the room. Harry Potter and his best friend, Ron Weasly. You scoffed quietly, annoyed that he could just waltz into class late and he seldom got any sort of repercussion for it. The one time you were late to Transfiguration Professor McGonagall made you write an essay on why punctuation is important for a witch or wizard to practice.

You glared at the two fighting over the last clean looking copy of the textbook and glanced to your right, feeling someone’s eyes on you. Your glare dropped immediately and was replaced by surprise and confusion at finding Draco Malfoy eyeing you with a small smirk. You felt a small blush spread across your cheeks. You had never fully looked at Draco before. His eyes were stone grey with flecks of blue toward his pupil, and his features were delicate yet sharp at the same time. But damn you had to admit he looked good in green. You found that you had been staring at him far too long, and abruptly looked away, turning back to Hermoine Granger. She stood in front of the cauldron you had been staring at earlier.

“It’s rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them. For example, I smell freshly mowed grass and parchment, and spearmint toothpaste.”

She said before you were distracted once more. You felt as though he was watching you still. You couldn’t help but give in to your curiosity and steal another glance at Draco. His gaze had not shifted from you, and you felt another wave of heat across your cheeks. You weren’t used to catching the interest of any boy around Hogwarts, let alone the one boy you weren’t supposed to interact with whatsoever.

“Miss Y/l/n?”

You looked back to Professor Slughorn, he looked to you expectantly with an amused smile. Clearly you hadn’t been paying attention, and you felt your cheeks burn even hotter and you replied without hesitation.

“I’m sorry Professor, I was distracted. Could you repeat the question for me?”

Slughorn chuckled and stated,

“I was asking if you would like a turn in smelling the Amortentia potion? I saw that you were particularly transfixed with it earlier.”

You knew that if your cheeks could blush harder, they would. Making your way toward the potion, you tried your best to focus on speaking clearly as the scent practically grabbed a hold of you and begged you to taste the potion.

“I smell-” you paused for a moment, trying to figure out what had intoxicated your senses, “pomade, mint, apples, and...”

You trailed off, there was one more scent, but you couldn't pinpoint what it was.

“Yes, pomade, mint, and apples.”

You finished awkwardly. Slughorn smiled knowingly toward you, and gestured for you to return to where you had been standing earlier. You stalked back to your spot, refusing to let your embarrassment show in front of the class.

Professor Slughorn continued on about Amortentia for a moment, then introduced how the student with the best brewed potion that day would receive a vial of liquid luck. You rolled your eyes, knowing for a fact that you would not be receiving the vial. Potions weren't necessarily difficult for you, but they were by far not your strongest point.

You ended up being right, of course. Though, to your surprise and slight annoyance, it was Harry Potter who received the Liquid Luck. You couldn’t deny that you were jealous, yet couldn't help a heavy eye-roll when he tried to take it from Slughorn’s grasp before he was done speaking. You reluctantly clapped along with the rest of the students after Harry was instructed to use his potion well, but your facial expression showed exactly how you felt. You appreciated all that Harry had done, and what he had been through, but what would he of all people need liquid luck for? He always seemed to manage fairly well without it.

You gathered your books and made your way out of the potions classroom, toward charms class. Breath caught in your throat as you were abruptly tugged into an empty corridor. Turning, and drawing your wand in defense, you were more than surprised to lock eyes with Draco Malfoy once more. You weren’t sure what to say in such an instance, as you never dreamed you’d be alone with him, let alone by Draco’s choice.

“Well, hello then.”

You said. Draco eyed you carefully, his expression neutral as he introduced himself.

“I’m Draco. Draco Malfoy.”

You nodded in response, surprised once more by the fact he assumed anyone in the school didn’t know his name by now.

“Yes, and I’m-”

Draco cut you off,

“Y/n Y/l/n. I know.”

You nodded once more, not entirely sure where to go from there. He was the one pulling you into empty corridors after all.

“Did you need something, Draco?”

Draco didn’t respond for a moment. He just stood silently, staring at you. His skin was practically flawless. It reminded you of a porcelain doll.

“I realized we’ve never spoken before. We’ve been in the same house for six years, and we’ve yet to have a conversation.”

You couldn’t help but feel confused once more.

“Well, not to be rude, but it doesn’t seem that you talk to many people in general, aside from your… usual group.”

Draco quickly replied.

“You don’t either.”

You smiled,

“What, have you been watching me, Draco?”

Draco raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“It's a good habit to observe those around you, Y/n.”

You laughed lightly.

“Well, then I’ll keep that excuse in mind next time I feel like staring at someone in class for a prolonged period of time.” you paused, noting how Draco’s eyes widened ever so slightly. “Speaking of which, I have a class to get you.”

You said, taking your leave from the corridor. Glancing back as you rounded the corner, you found that Draco was indeed still ‘observing’ you. Your thoughts raced as you jogged to charms class. You just couldn’t wrap your head around why Draco chose such an odd way to start conversation with you for the first time. Then your thoughts wandered to your mother, and guilt stabbed at your gut. To be fair, Draco had talked to you first, and realistically he had pulled you into a corridor without your prior knowledge. So, you hadn’t necessarily gone against her wishes. You had to admit you didn’t mind the short conversation with him, though. Draco seemed interesting.

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The next few days were seemingly normal, aside from noticing Draco observing you more and more often. He was bold as well, and didn’t bother to look away most of the times you caught him. He was starting to become a true distraction to you. Of course, you couldn’t deny how attractive you found him.

You were making your way to the great hall for dinner, listening to Danny chatter away about the latest quidditch games and news regarding the Ministry. Almost all of your friends were seated by the time you found your way to the Slytherin table. Confusion and annoyance practically slapped you in the face when you found the spot you always sat in was occupied by a first year.

“Not to be rude, but I’ve sat in this spot since my first year. So, if you wouldn’t mind moving, I would really appreciate it.”

The first year turned to you slowly, and you wholeheartedly expected a sarcastic remark, but instead he said meekly,

“I have to sit here.”

You raised an eyebrow,

“Have to?”

You questioned. The boy nodded fervently, his eyes darting behind you. From the look in his eyes, you didn’t have to turn around to know who stood there.

“Why don’t you sit with me, Y/n? It seems every other spot is taken.”

Your suspicions were confirmed at the sound of Draco Malfoy’s voice. Turning, you stared at him in disbelief.

“Did you harass this poor kid into sitting in my spot, Malfoy?”

Draco glanced to the boy, then back to you, a smirk creeping across his lips.

“What makes you think I would do such a thing?”

He said, eyeing you in amusement. You smirked back to him playfully.

“I suppose I’m not that hungry either way. I think I’ll just make my way back to the common room to study.”

Draco’s grin vanished, his eyes narrowing as you winked at him and stalked away.

Minutes later, you found yourself sitting in the Slytherin common room, staring out the window into the lake. You watched calmly as creatures of all kinds swam past, finding their fluid movements in the water soothing. The Slytherin common room was freezing as per usual, but you neglected to grab a sweater, instead opting to continue to watch the wildlife through the window. Your attention was drawn away from the lake when you heard another person entering the common room.

“You’re not studying at all.”

You turned to Draco as he made his way next to you, then went back to watching the lake. You shrugged, smiling lightly.

“Are you cold?”

He asked, in almost a whisper. You looked back at him slowly, nodding your head in affirmation.

“It’s always cold in here.”

You sighed, once again turning to the lake. Draco didn’t respond, but moments later, a sweater was set down in your lap.

“That should help.”

He said. You looked at him in shock. You would’ve never expected Draco to be the type to lend out his sweater.

As you put the sweater on warmth engulfed you, but that wasn’t your main concern. What threw you for a loop was how the sweater smelled. It smelled of mint, pomade, apples and cologne. Your mind started racing. There was no way you had been smelling Draco’s cologne in the Amortentia potion.

“Sorry, I suppose I’m just not feeling well.”

You whispered. Promptly standing, you walked quickly to your dormitory and sat on your bed. You spent hours convincing yourself that somehow you were wrong about what you had smelled in the Amortentia potion. However, the sweater that engulfed you in warmth and that same scent was telling you otherwise.

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Just to your luck, in potions the next day, you had the opportunity to test your theory. Slughorn had brought the Amortentia potion back out for whatever reason. You were too anxious to pay attention to his explanation. He gave each student the opportunity to smell the potion if they’d like to test what scents attracted them. When it came to you, the scent had changed, however, not in a way you expected. The smell of Draco’s cologne was overpowering.

You couldn’t tell whether you were delighted or terrified. Just imagining your mother's face if she found out Draco Malfoy was the first boy you ever had a crush on was enough to make you feel overwhelming guilt. However, when you saw Draco making his way toward the potion to smell it, you couldn’t stop yourself from hoping he would smell you too.

Shaking your head in annoyance at yourself, you looked down to the recipe for the potion you were supposed to be making that day. It seemed easy enough, but knowing yourself, you expected it to blow up in your face at any minute throughout the process. You tensed when you saw Draco walk past in your peripheral vision. Hope was still rearing its little head at the thought of what he might’ve smelled in the Amortentia potion, but you couldn’t let yourself be so distracted by him all the time. You would never get anything done.

Much to your surprise and elation, your potion came out perfectly. Slughorn praised you, as it truly was a rarity your potions came out decent, let alone perfectly. You glanced behind yourself, finding Draco staring at you with a look you had never seen him show before. Quickly turning around, your thoughts raced as to what he might’ve been thinking. You weren’t surprised to hear Slughorn praising a perfect potion from Draco moments later.

The minute class was let out, you practically sprinted out of potions. You had to find Danny and tell him everything. You raced to the Slytherin common room, searching for Danny anywhere within it. He clearly wasn’t in his usual spot, so you went to check his dormitory. When he didn’t answer the door, you sighed in annoyance and defeat. You couldn’t bother running around the entirety of Hogwarts looking for him, so you opted to wait for Dinner.

Making your way back to your own dormitory, you sighed once more, wondering how you should even address such a situation. You knew your mother would insist that you just stay a million miles away from the boy and let the feelings fade, but you knew deep down that you couldn’t force yourself to do so. Nevertheless, Draco was in all of your classes, and he was persistent. If he wanted to talk to you, or see you, there was no avoiding him.

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You skipped the rest of your classes for the day, knowing it wouldn’t affect your scores too badly, and sat in your dormitory waiting for dinner to roll around. Draco’s sweater sat next to you on your bed, and you stared at it for what must’ve been hours. You never in a million years would have imagined that your thoughts and days would be so taken up by Draco Malfoy of all people. The single person your parents adamantly told you to stay away from. The pure irony of the situation would’ve made you laugh if you didn’t feel so guilty and confused.

When dinner finally came, you went to leave your dormitory, only to almost immediately slam the door again. Draco was leaning against the wall outside of your room, clearly waiting for you. Fuck. You were right, after all. If he wanted to see you or talk to you, he made sure there was absolutely no way to avoid him.

After a moment of you dumbly standing there, holding the handle, there was a firm knock at the door. You leaned your forehead against the hardwood, not knowing what would come from you opening the door. Your mind was practically tearing itself to shreds, battling whether you should ignore him and act like none of this happened, or tempt fate and open the door for the platinum haired boy.

“Y/n, you can’t just pretend you’re not in there!”

Draco called through the door. You cringed, still battling yourself on whether you should open the door or not.

“You’re not even supposed to be in the girls dormitories, Draco!”

You called back.

You heard a muffled laugh through the door.

“All the more reason for you to open the door before I get caught.”

You whispered a silent apology to your mother, and opened the door.

Draco’s grey eyes bore into yours, and he didn’t hesitate to walk into your room, closing the door swiftly behind him. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire as he turned to you. With every step he took toward you, you took a step backward. Finally the back of your knees hit the edge of your bed and gave out from under you. You sat, staring at Draco as he made his way closer. His signature smirk made your blush burn even brighter.

Your heart was racing faster than it ever had as he leaned over you, forcing you to lay back slightly.

“Tell me, Y/n. What was it that you smelled in the Amortentia potion?”

You knew you couldn't hide how flustered you were as Draco asked you the one question you had hoped to avoid. You looked anywhere but him, still conflicted with yourself.

You had to hold in a shaky breath when Draco grabbed your chin, purring,

“Look at me.”

You looked at him with wide eyes.

“Now tell me, what did you smell in the potion, Y/n?”

Your voice was barely above a whisper as you responded.

“You.”

Draco smiled fully for the first time as far as you had ever seen. Soon his lips were pressed firmly against yours. He tasted partially of how smelled, like peppermint and green apples. As he pulled away slightly, you let out a shaky sigh, and felt his breath fan across your face.

“Is it too bold of me to assume what you might’ve smelled in the potion, then?”

You asked in a whisper. Draco chuckled, shifting slightly to grab something behind you. His icy eyes analyzed you for a few more moments before he pulled you into a softer, shorter kiss. You leaned forward, bringing one hand to his hair, running your fingers through it. You had wanted to do that for days now. Draco’s lips quirked up, smiling against yours.

When he pulled away, the sight of him nearly made you choke. His hair was ruffled in a way you found so deliciously attractive, and his lips slightly swollen from the kisses you had shared.

“I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about, Y/n. I just wanted my sweater back.”

He lied easily. Bringing it to his nose, he inhaled softly, then continued.

“Your perfume is quite potent, though.”

He winked at you, making your heart flutter, then took his exit.

You didn’t care what your parents would think. There was no way you could stay away from Draco Malfoy.

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