#isgai x you

[maochira]

Hii, if it's alright can you do cuddling headcanons for the egoist four + the Itoshi brothers?

Please and thank you? 🥺

I don't write for the Itoshi brothers at the moment, but I can do the others!

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Tags: gn!reader, can be seen as romantic, queerplatonic or platonic (your choice) because cuddles don't always have to be romantic <3

Cuddles with Isagi always include forehead kisses. When you lay in a position in which he can't reach your forehead, he awkwardly tries to shift either his body or yours just enough so he can kiss your forehead. Or your cheek, if that's closer. He doesn't give you kisses constantly, but every few minutes to remind you of how important you are to him.

Bachira can't stay still while cuddling because he's too energetic and being in the same position is too boring for him. He needs to change the position at least once every two minutes. He can only cuddle without moving around when he's tired, but that also means he will fall asleep in a position that's most likely slightly uncomfortable for you, but you can't get yourself to move even a bit. You just can't risk waking him up.

Kunigami basically traps you in his strong arms and there's no escape from him. Especially when he falls asleep, there's no way for you to get out. Besides that, his embrace comes along with an intense feeling of security. Occasionally, Kunigami also likes being the little spoon because sometimes he needs to be held as well. But nine out of ten times he's the big spoon.

Chigiri didn't expect to enjoy cuddling as much as he does. At first, he only agreed to it because he knew you liked it, but now he can't get enough of it. He's still too shy to ask for cuddles, though. Most of the time, you have to get his hints and then you need to be the one to ask if he wants to cuddle. He also has a hard time letting go from cuddling because if it was possible, he'd never let you leave his arms.

[stffed]

promise me - yoichi isagi (prev. reo mikage) x male reader

warnings: comfort, angst (reo)

a/n: to that one commenter on reo’s post, alright bet (tried tagging you but it didn’t work lol)

you don’t understand why you got picked for the blue lock project at all: your skills were nowhere near as high level as reo’s or nagi’s. you only played football so you could hang out with reo more after he decided to spend all his time with nagi. somehow, someway, some higher being deemed you a great enough player to be part of the blue lock project.

at the first meeting, you saw reo. he was stood with nagi - all of his attention was focused on nagi. you wanted to walk over and be with him but you stopped yourself. this project meant you could show yourself - show reo what he was missing.

and so you became part of team z. it was a colourful team with an angry blonde who wanted to play sexy football, a ginger superhero with a mean left foot, and lemon. there was no sense of teamwork whatsoever for the first few matches in the round robin but that didn’t mean it wasn’t any less fun.

but there was also isagi.

the two of you clicked straight away. while bachira brought out the monster in isagi, you managed to round out his weaknesses. and he did the same for you. if he couldn’t score a goal, isagi knew that you would be able to do it. it was seamless teamwork which transferred off the pitch.

both of you trained together, ate together, your futons were placed next to each other. no one else in team z could deny that there was something going off between the two of you. the connection between you and isagi was magnetic. it was almost as if you were made for each other.

two strikers that brought out the best in each other.

isagi listened to you as you told him of your history with reo and nagi. he had bumped into them in the canteen before the team was told of the final match against team v. isgai saw how you tensed up seeing that they were the top two scorers in the stratum and he followed after you when you promptly walked out. he sat down with you in the training room and held your hand as you told him how reo ignored you for nagi despite your history with him.

“don’t think about them anymore,” said isagi. “you are your own person and i can say with confidence that you’re a better striker than both of them combined.”

you chuckled. “not hard for you to say, mr monster. you’ve not seen how reo controls nagi. the hold he has on him. i’m nothing to him.”

isagi held your hand tightly, rubbing comforting circles. he let you lean against him, let you use him to calm down.

“when we beat them,” he started, “promise me that you won’t think about them anymore - that you’ll only think of me.”

the confidence in his voice made you smile. you couldn’t explain why but it made you feel better. isagi always made you feel better. that was something reo could never do - he just left you to fester in your own emotions while he went off with nagi. isagi, however, let you talk and did what he could to make you feel better, as you did with him.

“guess we better not lose then.” you stood up, isagi following after you. he smiled widely. both of you headed back to the team room.

you held each other’s hand tightly, not separating until you needed to.

the day of the final match came. you and isagi stood side by side, opposite reo and nagi.

reo could only stare at you with wide eyes as you breezed past him, focusing only on isagi. he tried to talk to you, tried to get a word out at least, but he couldn’t. his heart clenched as did his fist.

after starting blue lock, reo realised how much he missed you - how much he needed you. he swore that when he next saw you, he would apologise and do whatever he could to win you back. but seeing your smile directed at isagi made him realise that there was nothing he could do.

he had already lost you.

[harrysmmm]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐥𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I apologize for the wait but here it is!! This one was harder to plan, that's why there are a lot of scenarios and less writing for each of them. Hope the story is still coherent. You guys' support is truly shocking me, I'm so glad you like the story as much as I love writing it! Love you xxx

W/C: 3.5K

Warning 1: I changed some of the functioning of the horcruxes. Everything is explained in the chapter.

Warning 2: sexual content.

Taglist: @jay-isgay @butterflyreads

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Every student was cleaning up their tables after having attempted to brew Veritaserum in Slughorn’s Potions class. The only student that had succeeded was once again Harry with the help of his annotated book.

Y/N was taking more time than usual. She was hoping to talk to Slughorn about the location of the locket, one of the relics her father asked her to bring him. She felt someone brush her shoulder.

“See you in the Great Hall.” Draco exited the classroom.

Shivers went down her spine, but she rapidly focused back on her task. There was no time for something, or someone other than the Professor that was at that moment cutting some leaves from a Mandragora. She walked towards him when someone intercepted her, getting Slughorn’s attention first.

“Ah! Harry… what can I do for you?” he asked the young boy, his eyes drifting off to her.

 Harry turned around also looking at her. She knew then the conversation was meant to be private.

“I’ll be waiting outside,” she said, packing her things and leaving.

She sat down on a bench outside of the classroom, easily eavesdropping their conversation.

“The other day I was in the library, in the restricted section and I came across something rather odd about a very rare piece of magic – but it just got me wondering, are there some kinds of magic you’re not allowed to teach us?” Harry asked.

That was unexpected, what did he want to know?

“I think your question better be posed to Professor Snape.”

“Yes, hum… He and I don’t exactly see eye to eye Sir – what I mean to say is, he’s not like you. He might misunderstand.” That was the definition of cock sucking.

“Yes. No light without the dark,” Slughorn replied. She could sense he was troubled by Harry’s question. “So it is with magic, myself I who strive to live it in the light. I suggest you do the same.”

“Is that what you told Tom Riddle Sir, when he came asking questions?”

Tom Riddle. Riddle. He was really after the relics, like her father told her. But why was he asking about magic?

“Dumbledore put you up to this, didn’t he? Didn’t he?!” Slughorn snapped.

The Professor exited the room, passed next to her without giving her a look. Seconds later, Harry followed him, staring at her but without talking, left.

“I have to get his book.”

She was having lunch in the Great Hall with Draco. Blaise and Pansy had already eaten half an hour ago due to their schedule. She had barely touched her plate.

“The book is what is making him be at the top of the class, and he’s taking advantage of that to be asking sneaky questions to Slughorn,” she continued. “If I get his book, I’ll be the top student, and Slughorn will trust me to tell me about the locket.”

“Are you sure Slughorn knows something about it?” Draco wasn’t eating either.

“Yes, my father mentioned him in the dream. Slughorn knows well… and he’s a Slytherin, right? It’s got to be about the locket,” she added.

“Right, the dream… you’re starting to sound like Trelawney, you know that?”

“I know what I saw and heard, Draco. You’ve got to help me steal the book.”

“Good luck with that. He eats with the bloody book – I’m sure he also sleeps with it. Bloody psychopath,” Draco said with disgust in his voice.

“That’s right Draco, sleep! We will sneak out at night and steal it when he’s sleeping.”

“Last time I checked Y/N, we were Slytherins. We can’t go in the Gryffindor’s common room.”

“But we can make sure a Gryffindor does… with the imperio curse.”

“That’s one of the unforgiveable curses. How do you know about that?” Draco inquired, in a mixture of shock and worry.

“You’re not the only one doing research in the restricted section,” she pointed out.

“Aight… who do we pick?”

“It’s got to be a boy.” Both students looked over Harry’s table and both minds came to the same conclusion. “It’s got to be Weasley.”

  “Yeah, that red-hair reject wouldn’t know the difference between Polyjuice potion and Pumpkin Juice.”

“It’s settled. Tonight, we’re doing it.”

Draco nodded. An interesting night was ahead of them.

  Students were headed to their common rooms. The very last laughs and chitchats of the day were echoing in the hallways. Y/N had her head sucked in the transfiguration homework; her mind focused on something else.

“Won-won!!” a squeaky voice poisoned the air. “I’m gonna miss you so so much tonight.”

Ron snickered, feeling cringed.

“The hours I spend without you is like spending them in Azkaban, won-won.” Oh lord.

“That’s… intense,” the red-haired replied, still cringed by her.

They started making out in the middle of the hallway. Y/N thought that the only positive note of Lavender being with Ron was that the latter got to spend less time with Potter, which eased the task.

Draco, who was reading on the bench in front of her, stood up, walking towards the couple.

“Well, well, well… look who got a girlfriend,” he started saying. “Make sure he doesn’t pass you his traitor genes or else you will get little red-hair goblins with mildly dysfunctional brain cells.”

“You’re pathetic,” Ron replied, getting closer to him.

“Offended, Weasley? Take out your wand and fight like a true wizard. Oh wait, you’re not one.”

  “That’s it, Malfoy. Lavender, leave.”

  “But won-won.”

  “Leave! This is between Malfoy and I.”

  “I love you, Ron. You are better than him,” she replied, leaving.

  “May the best wizard win,” said Draco.

  The hallways were empty, except for the two boys and Y/N. They both took out their wands and got into duel position. Before they could count to three, Draco attacked.

 “Imperio!”

A greenish smoke came out of Draco’s wand and went over to Ron. The latter breathed in the spell and in a matter of seconds his composure relaxed, and a half smile appeared on his face. Every thought was gently taken away - he was totally taken by the spell.

“We better hurry,” said Draco to Y/N.

 She stood up from the bench. “Everyone is having dinner in the Great Hall, let’s send him now.”

 ´They both started walking, pushing Ron from the back, the latter completely taken by the spell.

They arrived at the Gryffindor’s common room, luckily not intercepting with anyone of their year that could suspect something, seeing no other than Draco Malfoy walking with a Weasley.

“Ron, listen to me,” Y/N said.

 “Yes, mommy,” he replied.

 Draco chuckled.

 “Not funny.” You looked at him.

   “A little bit,” he replied.

“We need you to take Harry’s potion book without being seen and bring it to us. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

  “Go on then.”

Ron got in the common room. Draco and Y/N waited a little bit further from the entrance so it wouldn’t be suspicious if someone saw them.

A few minutes later, Ron appeared again with the book.

“It is the one,” Y/N said, leafing through it.

Draco took out his wand and pointed Ron with it. “Obliviate.” Ron didn’t move but all his memories from that moment would vanish once the Imperius curse would be lifted.

ྀ࿔

“Merlin’s beard, Miss. Diggory. It’s perfect, once again!” Slughorn said.

Y/N had become the top student in Potions with the help of the book. Slughorn was enamored with her, rapidly throning her as his pet.

“Go on people, clap at your classmate for her brilliant work.”

Everyone started clapping, Gryffindors with less enthusiasm.

 She peripherally looked over at Harry, who was sharing some thoughts with Hermione. She knew they were talking about her, but she didn’t care because he couldn’t prove she was the one that stole his book. In fact, she would never bring the book to class, learning all the brewing process the night before, and taking with her the next day her usual, normal textbook.

 “You are all dismissed.”

 ´Students started packing their things. Y/N went over to her brewing table and did the same, joining Draco at the entrance. Someone intercepted them outside.

  “I know you stole it.”

Draco and Y/N turned around, seeing Harry standing up with Hermione and Ron.

“Steal what, Potter?” asked Draco.

“The book,” he replied looking at Y/N.

“What book?” Y/N replied.

“Why did you steal it? I don’t think it’s just got do with grades, has it?” he continued.

 “You’re delusional, Potter,” Draco said.

“I didn’t steal anything, and I don’t like to be accused with no physical proof.”

 “Harry was at the top of the class and when his book disappears, you become Slughorn’s favorite student. That’s more than enough proof,” Hermione added.

“Jealous you’re not the best, Granger?” replied Draco.

 Hermione looked at Harry. “Let’s just go, Harry. They won’t admit it.”

 Harry kept staring at Y/N but eventually listened to Hermione and left.

ྀ࿔

    The Three Broomsticks was very busy that day. It was a snowy Saturday of December and Hogsmeade was the perfect place for older students to decompress from the academic week.

The pub had a rustic tone to it and it served the best butterbeer Y/N had ever tasted.

She was sitting down alone on one of the tables close to the wall. She wasn’t expecting anyone because she was there for a reason. It had come to her attention that Slughorn would always come at that time of the day to the pub – it was the perfect moment to fraternize with him.

As if she had conjured the devil, there he was entering the room. She waved at him.

“Miss Diggory, what a pleasure to see you. Enjoying this snowy day with a hot drink?”

“Yes Professor, hot chocolate for me.”

 “Wonderful! I will take one of those too,” he said, his gaze focused on various tables to try to discern some known faces.

“You can always join in, Professor. There’s plenty of seats left.” She was hoping he would say yes.

“That’s very kind but I see Professor Flitwick at the counter looking rather lonely. I thought it would cheer him up to see me. Also, when I’ve drunk a few butterbeers I even become funny!”

 “Of course, Professor, next time then.”

  “I am in fact hosting a small soirée with some predilected students. I would be really glad if you could join us, next Thursday afternoon.”

“I would be honored.”

“Well then, see you sooner than expected Miss Diggory!”

Well, a door had closed but another one had opened. She kept drinking from her hot chocolate, her now warmer hands tightly holding the mug, half-covered by her Slytherin jumper.

 Someone got in the pub, the bell hanging from the door piercing Y/N’s ears. A bleached boy walked towards her.

“You too here?”

 “No, I’m in the Great Hall,” she said, trying to be sarcastic.

 Draco didn’t reply to that.

 “I’m doing it now.”

  She understood right away.

  “Who did you choose?”

  Suddenly, someone else entered the room. A Gryffindor girl waved at Draco. He waved back.

“Katie Bell.” And just like that, he got up and walked with her to a separate room.

ྀ࿔

“So tell me Cormac, do you see anything of your uncle Tiberius these days?”

 No more than fifteen students were sitting down at a round table, having dinner in Slughorn’s company. Y/N was pensive, not really interacting with anyone – her mind focused on Draco. After his plan to hand Katie the poisoned necklace failed, the latter had become far more anxious than before. She worried for him, but she also worried for herself, wondering that her plan might also be flawed as Draco’s was. She didn’t have to kill anyone, but she had to find not one but four historical, high-valued objects. That night was decisive for her.

The dinner ended up rather dull. She had to hear muggle stories about parents who fixed teeth and slopy comments from Slughorn about the school and the professors. Everyone started thanking Slughorn for the invitation and leaving the room. Harry seemed hesitant to leave, waiting for Y/N to do it in the first place, but seeing that she wasn’t, he also ended up thanking the Professor and exiting the room.

Y/N chimed a green hourglass.

“Y/N, I didn’t see you there. An intriguing object, isn’t it? The sand runs in accordance with the quality of the conversation. If it is stimulating the sun runs slowly. If it’s not-”

“I think I’ll be going then,” Y/N said, seeing the sand running slow.

“You have nothing to fear, dear girl. As for some of your classmates, well let’s just say they’re unlikely to make the shelf.”

“Shelf, Sir?”

“Anyone who aspires to be anyone hopes to end up here.” He pointed a shelf full of frames of different students from past years.

“Did Voldemort ever make the shelf, Sir?” She couldn’t resist herself. She knew so little about his own father, apart from his well-known acts. Had he been a good student? Did he have any friends? What was his favorite course?

“Why would you imply that?”

“Well, we just learned about the First Wizarding War, and he came in the picture. I was just wondering – academic purposes, you see.”

“It’s only natural, you should want to know more. But I’m afraid I must disappoint you Y/N. When I first met young Mr. Riddle, he was a quite old brilliant boy committed to becoming a first-rate wizard. Not unlike others I’ve known. Not unlike you” She knew it was a sensitive topic from eavesdropping Harry’s conversation with him.

“You see Sir, we also learned about the four relics of Hogwarts. One of them belonged to Tom Riddle for a while, didn’t it? Do you know anything about it?”

 “Well, it technically never belonged to him. He declared possession over it, but the locket is part of the school, not a treasure to keep to oneself.”

 “Apparently, once Tom Riddle stole it, it disappeared from the picture, but rumors say it’s still in the castle, and only the Heir of Slytherin can get to it. Do you know about this, Sir?”

“I do. I most certainly do. But it’s good old tales, nothing more.”

“But what if it’s not, Sir? Hypothetically speaking, if it was the case, where would it be?”

“Why so eager to know?”

“I’m writing a paper about it.” She only came up with that idea.

 “Well, in that case, I could just imagine it would never be found, except if, well, the Heir of Slytherin, You Know Who, came to take it himself.”

 “And if he did, why would it be that only him can take it?”

He turned around. “I assume you know about the language of snakes, Parsel.”

 “I don’t.”

 “Well, knowing that language is inherited but it cannot be taught to anyone else. We could say it’s in the genes. Only the Heir of Slytherin and his descendants know Parsel because Salazar himself spoke it.”

“So, to get the locket you would need to speak Parsel, I suppose.”

“Yes. Because of where it’s hidden – would be hidden, Merlin’s beard.”

“Sir, you said it’s hidden? You know about it?”

“Merlin’s beard, look at the time. You don’t want Filch coming at you with detention for being up this time of the night.”

“Please Sir, I just want to know, for academic purposes of course, where would the locket of Slytherin be hidden?”

Slughorn looked at her and didn’t speak for a few seconds. He finally gave an answer. “In the chamber of secrets, where else would it be?”

 And just like that, she got the answer she sought.

  Y/N had woken up Draco when she got to the dormitories. The locket had to be stolen that same night, and she thought Draco might know where the chamber of secrets was, as apparently it had been reopened a few years prior. They were both roaming in the hallways with once again the Lumos charm as only source of light. They got in the girl’s bathroom.

 “It’s here” Draco said.

  “Where exactly is here?”

  “The bathroom. Well, I know the chamber is here, that’s all.”

 “Okay, help me find a door or something that could seem like an entrance of some kind.”

 “Accio chamber!” Draco waved his wand in an attempt to find it.

 “Are you pulling my leg right now?”

 “Had to try.”

 They kept looking for over twenty minutes and nothing seemed to work or appear.

“How did Harry and Ron find it when they were twelve?” asked Y/N.

“Beginner’s luck, I guess.”

“They asked me.” A girly voice echoed in the bathroom.

“Who’s that?” you asked, aimlessly pointing your wand in case of danger.

A girl-like ghost appeared from one of the cubicles. She looked quite young.

 “It’s me, Myrtle. Because you have flesh and blood you think you’re better than me, huh?” the ghost became aggressive. In a flash, she got really close to Y/N.

“I didn’t say any of that.”

 “You were thinking it.”

 “Do you know where the entrance of the chamber of secrets is?” intercepted Draco.

“I might.”

“Can you tell us where?” Y/N asked.

“I could, but I won’t.”

“Please, Myrtle” said Draco in a soft voice.

Myrtle softened her expression and giggled.

“I’ll tell it to you, handsome,” she said.

 Y/N ignored her comment and followed her.

“It’s here,” she pointed a sink, “you must speak the snake language to open it. Do you know it?”

“You do, Y/N,” said Draco.

Y/N didn’t even know she could speak it until that very day. She focused saying “open”. It sounded English.

“I don’t think I can-”

All of a sudden, the sink decomposed itself, each piece of it opening, revealing a hole.

“Wow,” Draco exclaimed.

 “I said open, it sounded English.”

“English? You spoke some odd words, Riddle.”

“Riddle?!” Myrtle exclaimed. “As Tom Riddle?!”

“Thanks Myrtle.” Y/N went down the hole without thinking twice. Draco followed her.

 It was all dusty and humid, but only rocks could be foreseen. The two of them started to walk straight.

“You know, your daddy killed her.” Draco said.

 “What?” Y/N replied, shocked.

  “She’s a mudblood. When he opened the chamber, there was a beast inside. A basilic. One of the victims of it was Myrtle.”

 “Because of her blood?”

“Of course. Why would it be for? She brought it to herself.”

 Y/N didn’t reply not really knowing how she was standing on the matter.

They arrived at a door that had engraved an odd, antic face with a snake circling it. Y/N spoke parsel and the snake started to move, opening the door.

Once inside, the chamber of secrets resembled a majestic corridor, with snake statues at both sides. At the end of the corridor, a bearded face engravement.

 They walked towards the corridor arriving at the face.

“Look,” said Y/N, “that’s it.”

A green emerald’s flicker was shining in of the eyes of the face.

“Brilliant,” whispered Draco, “and we grab it, just like that?”

“No. There’s something that happens when we touch it.”

“What is it?”

“Father just told me to be careful when taking it because it shows you what you most desire. You see, if you want to destroy it, your worst fear will appear in front of your eyes, and you have to face it. When you want to keep it safe, it shows you what you most desire, and you have to stop yourself from succumbing to it.”

“Well, what is it that you most desire?” Draco asked, curious.

Y/N looked at the locket and sighed. “I guess we’ll just find out.”

She started hiking on the face. When she got to the top, she waited a few seconds and then grabbed with her bare hand the locket. She fell down the rock, a gigantic dark smoke appeared in front of them.

“Y/N, you alrig-”

“Y/N, that night, when we were staring at the stars in the Astronomy Tower, I didn’t have the guts to tell you but, I love you. I have been in love with you since we were kids.”

Draco was shocked, looking at himself saying those things in the dark smoke. Y/N was laying on the floor, expectant to the scene.

Draco in the smoke started undressing Y/N. He lifted her shirt while she lifted his. Draco started kissing her like an animal, she was moaning, receptive to the contact. One of his hands got beneath her bra and started to take it off.

“Stop, please stop,” said Y/N, looking at Draco who was seriously looking at the scene.

A disgust made its way to his face.

“Make love to me, Draco. Please.”

“Stop!”

Y/N grabbed the locket and shouted. “I don’t want it!”.

The smoke vanished. The locket was held in her hand, still shaking and bloody from the scene and the falling.

She looked over at Draco. He couldn’t look at her. After all that time, that’s how he found out.

part four

[icestorming]

But like…….Consider a 16years old Melody and…….Moana….both with a seashell as necklace……and they love the sea……I mean….soulmates……

[harrysmmm]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, who would've told me?? I'm so into this fic I can't stop writing it, it's crazy. Anyways, I wanted to thank you for the reception of Chapter 1, you guys overwhelmed me :). Hope you like this part, again, don't hesitate to ask me to put you on the taglist, I'll gladly do it. Love u all &lt;3

W/C: 3.6K

Taglist: @jay-isgay

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The ravishing thunderstorms had turned into ballets of autumn leaves dancing around the dorms’ windows. Y/N was laying down in her bed; six forty-four on the clock even though her alarm had to go off at seven. It was not the first night she had woken up before time, her worries creeping in like a plague of lice. She had become fearful of the night because she knew she couldn’t avoid the pressure. Her entire life she had spent it looking for a big breakthrough that would quiet down her thoughts of not feeling enough; enough because she didn’t get to go to school like the other kids; enough because none of her parents stayed; enough because she couldn’t name a single person that had taught her love. Now, having a purpose to fulfill, an opportunity to be part of somewhere she belonged, she wished things were different for her.

“Already awake?” She heard the voice of Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson was one of the girls she shared a dorm with. She was someone she could talk to from time to time, although the conversation would not get deeper than academic and roommate matters. She met her through Draco, who she’d mostly spend time with during breaks.

“Yeah, the wind woke me up. Pretty harsh out there.”

“Yeah…” Pansy headed towards the bathroom with her uniform in hand.

“You showering this early?” Y/N inquired. The others were still sleeping.

“I wanna try this new spell on my hair. I feel like straight hair doesn’t do me good,”

“Aight.”

Y/N also got up from bed, checking her schedule and noticing that she had Potions the first hour.

 Potions was a tough course. Y/N had found herself studying the textbook in the afternoons, trying to be lectures ahead to get better in the potion-making. But it seemed like every student in class was doomed, including Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor student that Y/N came to realize from the first week that she was a brilliant witch. Surprisingly enough, the student that always passed with flying colors was none other than Harry Potter - surprisingly enough because he didn’t exceed in any other course. Professor Slughorn was a very enthusiastic man that supported everyone that wanted to take his class – although not everyone would get the same treatment, the man being quite elitist and prone to favoritism. Harry was, without the slightest doubt, his dearest pet.

“I was beginning to worry Miss. Diggory. Got lost in the scrambled eggs?” Professor Slughorn asked, turning round towards her.

She spent a little too much time reading about the potion they had to brew that day that she lost track of time. She knew she wasn’t a favored student in Slughorn’s eyes to get away with the delay.

“Sorry,” she whispered, heading towards Draco, Pansy and other friends of Draco.

“As I was saying, The Draught of the Living Death is a dangerous potion that must be executed with maximum caution. We don’t want to end up like Sleeping Beauty, do we?”

Hermione and Harry giggled. The others didn’t understand the reference.

“Muggle-tale, very silly of me…” the Professor laughed at his own gaffe. “Well, because this potion is quite complex to execute you will partner up with someone.”

Y/N instantly looked at Draco who was also looking at her.

“Harry… well dear Harry, I don’t think you’d need a partner to brew this but for academic purposes you will do it with... Miss. Diggory.” He glanced over at her. “He might also teach you punctuality Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N couldn’t resist raising her eyebrows and sighing. Harry swiftly glanced at her.

“You got the stinkiest of all” Draco whispered to her. He was leaning over the wall – a mischievous look on his face.

“At least he’s good,” she replied. She had shared some laughs about Potter with Draco and his friends, but she never really initiated them herself.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at her comment.

“Do you think the wall is going to miss you if you stop leaning over it, Mr. Malfoy?” Slughorn snapped. Draco heavily breathed and fixed his posture, waving his arms in a way of showing the professor that he was not dragging his back all over the wall anymore, “Good. You’ll go with Miss. Granger.”

“For fuck’ sake,” he whispered.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile and headed towards Harry who had already chosen a brewing table.

“Everyone, turn to page forty-seven of your textbook and start brewing. Off you go!”

Y/N flipped the pages to the one of the mentioned potion. She started reading.

Instructions:

Cut up one Sopophorus bean.

Pour in 250 fl.oz. of water and add…

She noticed that Harry was already grabbing some of the beans.

“You want to start cutting them while I pour the water?” she asked him.

“Sure.”

She grabbed the cauldron and headed to the sink of the classroom. A line of people was starting to form, Draco being before her.

“They also sent you off?” Draco asked her, having been kicked out by Hermione.

“I volunteered.”

“Right.” It was his turn to fill up the cauldron with water. She looked at him while he did it.

“Try not to start fighting dementors after spending time with Potter,” he playfully said while passing next to her after he’d completed the task.

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

He grinned at her.

She returned to her seat and placed the cauldron at the center of the table. She noticed that Harry was crushing the beans with the blade instead of cutting them.

“Doesn’t it say you have to cut them?”

“Yeah, mine says you should crush them,” he replied, not really looking at her.

“How so?”

“I don’t know.”

She kept on reading the instructions.

“You almost took my eye out, Granger!”

“I’m sorry, the beans are really slippery!”

Y/N looked over at Draco’ and Hermione’s table and left out a chuckle.

Harry grinned at her, also observing the scene.

“They would be better off if they had your textbook.”

“Yeah,” he replied, this time looking at her.

“Should we add the Infusion of Wormwood or does your textbook differ on that too?” she playfully asked him.

“No, go ahead,” he replied, more relaxed than at the beginning.

She added the ingredient and the potion started boiling, turning purple – which was exactly what it had to do according to the book.

“What now?” she asked.

“We have to stir seven times anti-clockwise, although we have to add a clockwise stir after every seven anti-clockwise – at least that’s what my book says.”

“You lost me at clockwise.”

Harry left out a loud laugh that didn’t go unnoticed among students.

“Harry, how do you do it?” Hermione asked him, stirring the potion while her hair was all tousled.

“I follow the book, that’s all.”

“Lend us your book,” said Draco.

Harry ignored him.

“I’m with Draco on this one,” added Hermione.

Harry kept ignoring them. Y/N did the same.

“Everyone seems jealous of you, where did you get that book?”

“The cupboard,” Harry replied while adding Powder Root of Asphodel to the mix.

“You think it belonged to a former student?”

Harry didn’t react at first, as if he was mentally debating to say something. He ended up saying it.

“It belonged to the Half-Blood Prince,” he replied, showing her the signature of the owner of the book written on the first page.

“Who is he?” she asked.

Harry shook his head showing her that he didn’t know.

They then proceeded to add the Sloth Brain, the potion looking accurate.

“You’re a relative of Cedric?” he asked.

Y/N was surprised he wanted to know something about her.

“He was my first cousin.”

Harry looked at her with a serious face. “Right.”

“You were friends with him?”

“Yeah, not the closest, but yeah,” he replied. Y/N could sense it was a sensitive topic.

Harry stirred two times clockwise and dropped the mixer.

“That’s about it,” he said, imploring of having finished the potion.

She raised her hand to call Professor Slughorn who was fairly surprised the two of them had already managed to finish brewing the potion.

“Well, well, well, let’s see what we’ve got here,” Professor Slughorn said, approaching the cauldron. Everyone was expectant of the result. He dropped a red leaf into it, and it immediately dissolved into the liquid. “Merlin’s beard, it’s perfect!”

Harry and Y/N smiled at each other.

“So perfect I dare say one drop would kill us all!”

Y/N looked at Draco and raised her eyebrows. The boy was standing up with his arms crossed - his platinum hair uncombed. He shook his head at her.

“Ten points to Gryffindor and ten points to Slytherin. Although I don’t know if Miss. Diggory was much of a help…”

“She was, Professor,” interrupted Harry.

“Well in that case, I’m eager to see your improvements, Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N softly smiled, giving a look to Harry who was also looking at her.

ྀ࿔

“She was, Professor,” Draco blurted out, mocking Harry’s words a few days later.

“For Merlin’ sake Draco, drop it,” Y/N snapped.

Blaise, Pansy, Draco and Y/N were headed to the Quidditch pitch. It was the first match of the season and students were eager to see the new signings play. It was also a very awaited match for the entire school because the rivals Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing.

The four of them were rooting for the green house.

“I’m just saying, it almost looked as if you two were actually having fun,” Draco continued.

“Whatever Draco, whatever,” she replied, tired of the blonde’s insinuations.

They arrived at the pitch and got front line seats - Draco nudging students to get ahead. In a matter of minutes, the two teams flew to the center of the pitch, the commentator introducing each of the players.

“The Slytherin team also recruited a new seeker – goodbye Malfoy, hello Harper!” Everyone started cheering the new signing.

Y/N looked over at Draco who seemed bothered by the comment. He had been the seeker for Slytherin since second year, but he had to quit the team due to the Dark Lord’s commended mission – although, he had told the other players it was due to an injury.

The game started. Gryffindor held the quaffle first, passing it among chasers – a Slytherin chaser checked one of the passes and got the ball. A Hawckshead attacking formation was created by some Gryffindors to intercept a green chaser from getting near the hooped goal posts. The latter still threw the ball towards the right post and, to everyone’s surprise, Ron Weasley, new keeper of the Gryffindor team, stopped it from scoring. The spectators vigorously clapped.

“Very good that Weasley guy, innit?” a Hufflepuff girl said out loud.

“I guess, yeah…”

The girl started yelling. “Woo-hoo! Slytherin! Slytherin! Come on, guys!”

“I thought you were rooting for Gryffindor,” Y/N asked her.

The quaffle was in Gryffindor’s possession now - Ginny Weasley achieving to do the Chelmondiston Charge and scoring in the middle goalpost.

“Oh, bloody hell!” the girl lamented. “I’ve always rooted for Slytherin before Gryffindor, I know some Slytherin people that I get on with – Gryffindors can be a pain in the ass when it comes to bragging about their team.”

The girl turned her head to Y/N’s direction. She was a little shorter, golden straight hair framing her face. Her hazelnut eyes were bigger than usual, giving her an innocent outlook.

“Is it true that you’re related to Cedric?” she asked.

“Yeah, we were cousins,” Y/N replied.

“He was friends with my sister – a truly nice guy,” she added.

Y/N gave her half a smile and focused on the game.

Both Harry and Harper, the seekers of the game, were unaware of the whereabouts of the golden snitch. Gryffindor was beating Slytherin by thirty points – that meant if Harper found the snitch they would end in a tie.

“You’re a six year, aren’t you?” The Hufflepuff girl asked Y/N.

“Yeah, you too?”

“No, I’m in year five.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mary. Mary Rookwood,” she replied. “Although I have nothing to do with Augustus Rookwood, just to be clear.”

“Who’s that?”

“A death-eater of You Know Who. He recently escaped Azkaban, you didn’t hear the news?”

“I must’ve heard it somewhere,” she replied. It felt strange to hear someone name her father outside of his own circle.

It seemed that Harry and Harper had already located the golden snitch. The both of them threw themselves to it, the green one occasionally cobbing Harry to slow him down.

The crowd kept chanting “Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!”. Apparently, the red-haired boy was killing the game, intercepting every attempt of scoring.

A few seconds later, the match ended, Harry having caught the snitch.

“And Gryffindor gains the victory!” the commentator exclaimed, being followed by loud cheers.

“How pathetic, Harper,” Draco snapped.

“I bet we would’ve won if you were still the Slytherin keeper, Draco,” Pansy said.

“You bet on that,” he added.

“You’re the only one that can face Potter in the pitch,” Mary commented, entering the conversation.

Draco stared at her skeptical but replied: “Not only in the pitch.”

Everyone started to stand up from their seats and headed towards the exit stairs – most of them disappointed with the results, looking forward to commenting on the match during supper.

ྀ࿔

Students ought to be in their common rooms at that time of night. Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Y/N were sitting on the couches of the Slytherin common room, talking out of their asses.

“You guys, I’m calling this a night,” Pansy said, standing up from the couch.

“Same here, I’ve got DADA tomorrow at nine,” Blaise added, joining Pansy.

“Y/N, you staying?” Pansy asked.

“Yeah, I’m not that tired just yet.”

“Aight, see ya.”

Both students went upstairs.

Draco waited until everyone got into their dorms and glanced at Y/N.

“You wanna do something fun?” he asked.

“I’m not playing Wizard’s chess if that’s what you’re implying,” replied Y/N.

“How about we sneak out?” The boy seemed more excited than usual.

Y/N sighed. “Draco, no.”

“Why not? Besides, I was a prefect – I’m sure they will let us go if they see us,”

“Where do you wanna go anyway?”

“There’s somewhere I wanna show you.”

Y/N kept staring at him, debating the pros and cons of the blonde’s idea. She knew that if she said no, they’d probably go to sleep – something she was not eager to do, fully aware that her anxiety would creep in again.

“Okay,” she ended up saying.

“Let’s go then.”

They both stood up and exited the common room. The school hallways were only lit by the full moon’s glare and the Lumos charm of Draco’s wand.

“Thank God, Lupin is not teaching here anymore. It would’ve been an interesting night,” Draco whispered.

“Why?” she asked.

“He was our DADA professor in third year – he was also a werewolf,” he added.

“Good Lord, they let him teach regardless?”

“Yeah, he was Dumbledore’s little servant. Also really close with Potter. He got away with everything until parents started to complain - my father started the fuel.”

“How rare coming from your father,” she snickered.

He giggled. Some footsteps went noticed from one of the hallways.

“Come on, over here.” Draco dragged Y/N to the boy’s bathroom that was a few steps away from them. They got in one of the cubicles and locked the door.

“You said it was okay if they caught us,” whispered Y/N, her face almost touching Draco’s due to the lack of room.

“I lied – we’re totally facing detention if they do,” Draco replied.

“For Merlin’ sa-” Draco placed his finger on her mouth to tell her to shut it.

“Who’s there?” Argus Filch, caretaker of the school, got in the bathroom. “I heard you whisper, come out now!”

No sound or move was made. Draco was biting his lips.

“Aigh fair enough, Mrs. Norris, go take a look,” Filch said.

Draco mouthed without speaking: “We’re totally screwed”. The cat started meowing in front of their cubicle, sensing both students.

“Good job, Mrs. Norris.” Filch caressed the cat. “Get outta there, you nasty little rats! I know you’re hiding in there!”

Y/N had an idea.

“Aguamenti,” she whispered. Water started flooding from the toilet and got to Mrs. Norris legs, who started vividly meowing at the contact. She flew away from the scene.

“Mrs. Norris, dear cat, wait!” Filch ran after her, leaving the bathroom unguarded.

“Come on.” Y/N opened the door and both students ran away.

“That was brilliant, Riddle!” Draco snapped.

“Don’t call me that, people could hear.”

“Yeah sorry, ‘m just used to it.”

“We should go back to our dorms before he’s back,” she pointed.

“Now? When we’ve already arrived at the place? Hell, no,” he replied.

She sighed but followed him upstairs.

The room was at the top of a tower. Students would study the stars and planets through their telescopes in Astronomy lessons – the starry view could enchant anyone standing there.

“Good golly,” said Y/N, clearly taken by the view. “This is where you’ve been spending time during your absences at dinner?”

“Mostly, yeah,” replied Draco, sitting down on a step, “I mostly think things through, you know, about everything that is going on.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was talking about. She sat down next to him.

“I barely get any sleep,” he added. “My mind constantly thinking tactics of how to… you know… kill him.”

“Yeah… that is a heavy weight I don’t think you should have to bear so young.”

“There’s no difference between teenagers and adults in our world, Y/N. You go from being a total useless kid to a highly competent murderer – that’s how it works.”

“I know how it works Draco, you’re not the only one that has their life at stake,” she replied, starting to feel the anxiety in her voice.

“Have you started looking for them? The relics, I mean.”

“I’ve been spending time at the library, but no luck so far. I’ve been thinking of switching to groundwork, and ask students first-hand,” she said.

“You should be careful with that, people-”

“I know Draco, no one will suspect,” she interrupted him.

“Fair enough,” he replied, stargazing. “I’ve come up with an idea as well.” He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it. “I bumped into this spell when I was doing some research. It’s a spell that can bewitch an object and kill the person that touches it in a matter of minutes. I thought of putting the spell on a necklace and manage to give it to someone that would hand it to Dumbledore.”

“It makes sense. Just be careful the person-”

“The person doesn’t touch it themselves? Yeah, already though about that – you just give it to them in a secluded box.”

“Sounds twisted, but that’s what you’re striving for,” she concluded.

He nodded. They both kept gazing at the sky.

“Do you remember when we used to do this at home?” he asked her.

“Yeah, always begging Druella to stay the night at the Manor,” she added.

Both their minds drifted away to seven years ago.

“I found these in my parents’ bedroom.” The ten-year-old boy pulled out two rings from his pocket. “I think there is a spell put on them or something.”

The two rings had a snake engraved in them that would tangle with one another when the rings were touching each other.

“Which one do you prefer?” the boy asked.

“Mmm… this one.” She took the one on the right.

“Here you go.” He gave it to her. “I will take the other one then.”

Both of them put on the rings.

“I will wear it next year at Hogwarts, so everyone will ask me about it, and I’ll could talk about you,” he said.

“I wish I could go to Hogwarts with you, Druella says I wouldn’t be welcomed there,” she adds, with a pouting face.

“That is bullshit, they wouldn’t even know who you are,” he snapped.

“You will write me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, every week!”

“Good because I want to know everything!”

“Also, my father told me that Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I will give him the Malfoy handshake, we will be best buddies,” he said really excited.

“But we are best buddies,” she replied.

“But you are a girl, it’s different.”

“True.”

“Y/N, get inside, we’re leaving!” A voice interrupted the kids’ moment. Druella was calling Y/N to go home.

“You talk to your mother, I try to convince Druella to stay?” she asked.

“You got it,” he replied.

Both of them headed indoors, without realizing that two snakes were tangling with one another.

Seven years later, Draco and Y/N were stargazing in the Astronomy Tower, not really caring that once again, both snakes were tangling with one another in a beautiful, compassed dance.

ྀ࿔

She opened her eyes and realized she was standing in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. She noticed that red drops were clashing against the marbled floor coming from her arms. Engraved in blood it was written: “Find them or perish, only the heir knows where”. She heard her father talk to her while the room was flooding in her arm’s blood. He constantly repeated the words “Slughorn knows well, Slughorn knows well”. She was drowning in her own blood…

She woke up exalted, understanding that everything had been a dream. And although she knew better than that, understanding that her father had been communicating with her to tell her to do something, she left the interpretation for the next day, drifting once again to sleep.

part three

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 - 𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I wrote this in a day (once again hihi) chapter 5 will be up tomorrow. Hope you enjoy this one. Don't forget, if you want to be added to the taglist write me through an inbox or put it in the comments! love you x

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Warning: swearing, verbal violence.

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Cloudy days had been passing by at Hogwarts. Classes were following each other; lunches were eaten one after the other; nights were slept through soft rain. There was a week left for Christmas break and it could be sensed that students were eager to unwire from schoolwork and get to relax for a few days.

Within the Slytherin main friend group, things were a little tense. Draco and Y/N barely talked to one another after the Chamber of Secrets’ incident. Blaise had subtly tried to cool the air between the both of them a few times, but it would make the situation far more tense – he eventually gave up on it. Y/N felt far too embarrassed to make any move. There was no explanation that could be made because she didn’t understand her feelings herself. She didn’t know she had that desire for Draco so strongly in her.

There wasn’t much time to dwell on the situation either because exams took place that week. Y/N had spent most of her time studying at the library or at the Great Lake when snow wasn’t hitting so hard. She wouldn’t really study with Pansy because the latter was not very academic – in fact, most exams she would attend unprepared. Y/N knew that it didn’t matter that much the grades she had but for some inexplicable reason she fondly enjoyed the act of studying. Besides, it would also distract her from the incident with Draco.

“Hey Y/N.” A girly voice interrupted the silence of her study session. She was sitting by herself under the shade of a tree, next to the Great Lake. She turned around and recognized Mary Rookwood, from the Slytherin-Gryffindor quidditch match.

“Hey Mary, what’s up?”

“Not much. Are you studying Potions?” Y/N hid the book of the Half-Blood Prince in case she knew about it.

“Yeah, got the test tomorrow.”

“Well, from what I’ve heard you don’t really need to study. You’re like the best at Potions, Slughorn won’t shut up about it.”

“Trust me, it’s not enough,” she replied.

“I think you need a break. I’ve seen you come here almost every day for the past week. Why don’t you join me and my friends? I can’t tell you what we’re doing, you’ll have to see it for yourself,” she playfully said.

“That sounds intriguing, hum…” she meditated the answer for a few seconds. It wouldn’t be counterproductive to join some Hufflepuff’s gang, taking into consideration that she had to get the cup of Hufflepuff. “Yeah, sure, why not?”

“Brilliant,” she replied. “Come on, hope you’re not afraid of heights.”

They both walked through the Forbidden Forest. They made some small talk about the school and their interests. Y/N came to really enjoy Mary’s company – she was a social girl who seemed to have little preoccupations; a half-blood that grew up in Manchester, her mother being a researcher on cures for fantastic animals’ diseases and her father being a baker, whatever that was.

“And we’re almost there,” Mary said.

“You still won’t tell me what we’re doing here?”

“You’ll see it in…now!”

Y/N looked ahead and saw a crowd of Hufflepuff students and one Gryffindor. They seemed to be cheering someone in the air, but Y/N couldn’t see anyone.

“Who are they cheering, Mary?”

“Look!”

Y/N looked up again and saw two giant animals flying, with one student on each of them. They were white winged horses that were fiercely soaring through the sky. One of them drastically landed on the ground, a few seconds later the second one followed it.

“And Finnimore wins the race! Woo-hoo!” A Hufflepuff boy shouted, while a Gryffindor got down from the winged horse.

“Fair race, Pince,” said the Gryffindor guy to the Slytherin.

Pince didn’t shake his hand, rolling his eyes at Finnimore.

“Hi guys,” Mary greeted everyone. “I brought someone today, this is Y/N Diggory. Y/N, this is everyone.”

“Hi,” she said.

Some of them said “hi” back to her.

“You’re Cedric’s cousin, am I right?” the Gryffindor guy asked her. A silence lingered in the air.

“Yeah, I am, you knew him?”

“A relative to Cedric is a friend of ours. Will, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, Will.”

“Alright who’s next?” said a Hufflepuff guy. “Finnimore, you won. You can choose your opponent.”

“Very well.” He looked around at everyone, lastly his eyes meeting with hers. “Diggory, you up for it?”

“To ride a winged horse?”

“Yeah, that’s the basic idea,” Will added.

“I’ve never ridden one before, I thought they were forbidden at Hogwarts.”

“Well, they technically are,” added Mary. “We keep them as a secret here. This is not something you want to tell around the school.”

“I see,” Y/N replied.

“The horses do technically ride themselves, and if you do fall, you’ll fall into the Great Lake which is not that terrible, speaking from a guy that has fallen,” said Will to convince her.

“Alright, why not?” she finally gave up and approached the two horses.

“One last thing, Diggory,” Will added. His eyes were deeply staring into hers while a smirk was seen on his face. He had a sort of curly dark hair and deep brown eyes. He was objectively good looking. “We have to bet on something.” He looked back at the Hufflepuff guy that spoke earlier. “What do we have left, Logan?”

“Amortentia.”

“Who wins, gets a jar of Amortentia, deal?” She knew what Amortentia was: a powerful potion that could make someone fall in love with someone else. Tempting.

“Deal,” she said.

Both riders got on the horses.

“What breed are they?” Y/N asked.

“Granians. The fastest of all of them.”

“On my mark!” shouted the Hufflepuff boy.

“May the best win, Slytherin” Will said.

“You got it,” Y/N replied.

“Three, two, one, go!”

Both horses flew up to the sky so fast that Y/N couldn’t tell why she hadn’t fallen from hers yet. They were flying so vertically that she had to hold very tight the reins, her feet almost hanging loose if it wasn’t for the stirrups attached to the animal. Both horses were gaining on height, getting at a certain point above the clouds – Y/N’s sight being all blurry. Once she was six thousand five hundred feet above, the horse started to spin around, like if it was dancing ballet. Y/N thought it would’ve been a beautiful sight to see in hindsight. Suddenly, the horse stopped and went all the way down again, getting Y/N scream so loud she could’ve sworn it was therapeutic. Once they were a few feet above the lake, the horse started to speed up in a horizontal direction. Y/N couldn’t see where Will was, she didn’t know if she was beating him – she just wanted to enjoy the ride at that point. The horse got really close to the water and Y/N took a risk to leaf her hand through it – the experience was really liberating. When she got to one of the trees, the animal took a run and propelled itself straight ahead, to get to the finish line. Y/N caressed the animal’s head to cheer it to get to it. That seemed to work, and it fastened, landing next to the other students in the Forbidden Forest. Will wasn’t there just yet.

“Diggory! Diggory! Diggory!” the students were cheering.

Will landed a few seconds later.

“And Diggory wins the race!” Logan, the Hufflepuff boy, exclaimed.

“Woo-hoo!” Y/N screamed.

“Well done, Y/N! It had been a while since someone beat Will,” said Mary, hugging her to congratulate her.

“The proper Slytherin had to come to do it,” Y/N said, teasingly.

“You have it in your blood, Diggory, I reckon,” Will said, shaking his hand with hers.

“There you go, Y/N,” Logan said, handing her the jar of Amortentia. “Use it wisely.”

She took the jar, a pink liquid bubbling inside. She smiled at him.

“Who is up for a butterbear, guys?” blurted Will.

For the first time in weeks, she forgot about why she was at Hogwarts in the first place, and felt young, carefree, and happy.

ྀ࿔

“Who would you shag if you had the chance?”

Y/N was in bed. It was eleven p.m. and she was making small talk with Pansy.

“Never really thought about it, to be honest with you,” Y/N replied.

The brunette startled in bed. “Come on Y/N, that’s rubbish. It’s still valid if it’s not a Slytherin, won’t judge. There are some fine Gryffindor guys I wouldn’t mind fooling around with.”

“Pansy,” Y/N laughed. She did the same. “You start,” Y/N continued.

“No, I asked first, you start.”

“I won’t start.”

“Why won’t you start?”

“Because I don’t want to! You start!”

“Merlin’s beard, I’ll start! You’re mental, you know that?”

Y/N just laughed.

“Okay, it’s someone we both know,” the brunette started saying.

“We’re playing guessing now?”

“Yes. It’s a Slytherin.”

“Blaise?”

“No! That one is for you!”

Y/N was the one that startled then. “What?! Why?!”

“Haven’t you seen the way he looks at you?”

“No!”

“He’s totally into you, Y/N. I thought you knew!”

“I told you, I don’t really focus on those things!”

“You’re so odd.”

“Well, who’s your guy then?”

“He’s friends with Blaise, though.”

Y/N started to get the hints.

“He’s quite tall, and lately rather mysterious too. He has a dark sense of humor, quite childish if you ask me.” She started ranting. “He, for some odd reason, is always bringing around green apples with him. He loves black-”

“Alright, we got who he is, don’t need to further explain.”

“I love him, Y/N.”

Something stopped within Y/N.

“No way,” she said.

“Since first year, actually. He was always so childish I never really thought he looked at girls any differently, until this year. He’s matured so much over the summer; I don’t know what’s gotten into him, but I think it’s the perfect moment.”

You knew what had gotten into him. He was not dealing with kids’ problems no more.

“I don’t know. Haven’t really noticed.” Of course she had noticed but she wasn’t up to talk about that with Pansy.

“You notice nothing, Y/N,” the brunette said.

Y/N ignored the comment.

“What is that?” Pansy asked, pointing at something Y/N had on her open bag. “Is that Amortentia?”

Y/N proceeded to close her bag. “Yeah, no big deal.”

“But it is a big deal. How did you get it? Did you steal it?”

“For Merlin’s beard, no. Slughorn gave it to me, for the good grades.”

“He gave you Amortentia? That’s so twisted.”

“Yeah, well… You know Slughorn, he lets himself carry away quite a lot.”

“Be careful with that. It’s very powerful.”

“Won’t use it.”

“Right.”

Both students got silent. Y/N noticed Pansy was ready to go to sleep, so she turned off the lights, the thought of her and Draco still lingering in her mind.

ྀ࿔

Exams had finished that very same day. Defense Against the Dark Arts was the last exam of the term – Y/N was feeling like she hadn’t really aced that one, but she was grateful that Snape was the one grading them.

She had also been invited by Slughorn to a Christmas party, only exclusive to the best potion students. She had to bring a plus one but she hadn’t asked anyone yet. She had thought of asking Blaise in the first place, but after Pansy’s revelation of the latter’s liking on Y/N, she had thought it was not appropriate to ask him. Draco was, of course, out of the picture, the two still not talking to the other. The only person that came to mind was, against all odds, a certain Gryffindor boy.

“Would you go to this Christmas party with me?” Y/N asked.

“The Slughorn one?” Will asked back.

“Yes, is there any other one in place?”

Will laughed. “Sure. Sounds fun.”

“Cool!”

“Isn’t it odd that a Slytherin is asking a Gryffindor though?” Will asked.

“It just is if you want to make it that way,” she replied.

“Alright Diggory, pick you up at six thirty?”

“Sounds good.”

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Will went down to the dungeons, where the Slytherin common room was located. He was wearing a black suit, and a light blue tie. He was waiting for Y/N outside the stone wall. His thoughts traveled to quidditch, how the next day he had a match against Ravenclaw. He was one of the chasers of the Gryffindor team since his year three. He had been recruited by Oliver Wood when he was still the captain. He loved sports, that’s why he was also quite natural with winged horse race. Among the school, he had gained quite the reputation of social, popular boy. In fact, that same night he had been invited to a Hufflepuff party - party that he had politely declined to go out with Y/N to Slughorn’s. He didn’t really know what was in her that attracted him; he also didn’t know if it crossed the limit of friendship just yet. But he did know he liked her, in what way? He was still unsure of that.

Y/N appeared from the stone wall.

“Hey you.”

“Hey! Shall we?” Will asked.

“Yes.”

Will noticed Y/N’s attune. She was wearing a silk silver dress, paired up with white high heels. Her hair was partly pinned so her face was fully uncovered. She was wearing light, glittery makeup that accentuated her high cheekbones. Will thought to himself that she looked gorgeous.

They walked through the castle gaining some looks from almost every student they crossed path with. It was already rare that a Gryffindor had something to do with a Slytherin, but especially if that Gryffindor was the popular Will Finnimore and that Slytherin was Cedric’s cousin, Y/N Diggory. They arrived at the seventh floor, where the party was located.

“Drink?” asked Neville Longbottom, a Gryffindor student, to the couple.

“Neville!” said Will.

“I didn’t get into the Slug Club,” said the white-dressed boy. “It’s okay, though. He’s got Belby handing out towels in the loo.”

“Oh well, you want a drink Y/N?”

“Sure.” Will grabbed two drinks for the both of them.

“Thanks, mate,” said Will.

“Sure.”

Will looked around the place, seeing if he could find someone he knew - it seemed like he actually knew everyone in the place. His hand waved at some Gryffindor girl named Sasha.

“Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?”

Will turned around and bumped into Harry Potter talking to Y/N.

ྀ࿔

“Y/N, could I talk to you for a second?”

Y/N was confused as to why Harry wanted to talk to her, after the stolen book accusation. She looked over at Will.

“Do you mind, Will?”

“No, go ahead. Hi mate!”

“Hey Will,” replied Harry.

Will went over to talk to a certain girl. Y/N focused on Harry.

“What is it, Harry?”

“I just wanted to apologize to you, for having accused you about the book.”

“Oh,” Y/N wasn’t expecting that. “That’s alright. Have you found it yet?”

“No, but it was wrong from me to accuse you, just because you seemed to do good in Potions.”

“Alright,” replied Y/N. “No hard feelings, Potter.”

Harry smiled at her. He seemed to look behind her at someone. Y/N looked back and saw Hermione hiding behind some curtains.

“I might’ve to go check on her.”

“Yeah, she seems wanting to avoid someone.”

“McLaggen,” clarified Harry.

“Oh yeah, that guy is the worst,” added Y/N.

“If you’ll excuse me.” He went over to her rescue.

Y/N stood there alone when Slughorn joined in.

“Y/N, you made it!”

“Of course, Professor. Wouldn’t miss it!”

“Good, good… Oh the photographer!” A girl with a camera flashed at them. Y/N didn’t even have the time to pose. “That might end on the shelf, Y/N… Oh, Professor Snape, what a surprise!”

Y/N was alone again until Will approached her.

“Lively party, innit?”

“To Slughorn’s taste,” she replied.

The room was covered with green curtains hanging from the ceiling. A cozy fire was warming up the place.

“How come I’ve never seen you around before?”

“I came this year. I was homeschooled before.”

“Oh, you lived with your parents?”

“No, I lived with my uncle and aunt. My parents died in an accident.”

“Oh, sorry about that.”

“It’s fine,” she just replied, not wanting to have to further explain her fake story.

“I was raised by my mom, my dad died when I was a kid,” he continued.

“Oh, are they wizards?”

“Slytherins always so focused on blood. No, I’m a muggle-born, does that change something?”

She had been taught that changed everything but never really understood why. “I don’t know,” she replied.

“Well, Cedric was a half-blood, and he was one of the brightest guys I’ve ever met.”

“You were close?”

“Yes. He was two years older than me, but he never made me feel younger.”

“You’re a year seven, aren’t you?”

“Hadn’t I said that before?”

“No, I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, I am. I remember being in year five when he passed away. He was actually in year seven. I had always looked up to him, everyone loved Cedric. In fact, during the commemoration act almost everyone in the school came to say goodbye, even Slytherins.”

“What did you do?”

“You don’t know?” Y/N shook her head. “We honored the house of Hufflepuff and threw their more possessed item into the Great Lake, the cup of Helga Hufflepuff.”

Y/N’s heart stopped.

“Their relic?”

“Yes. It is now in the deep water, probably the Grindylows own it now.”

“The Grindylows you say?”

“Yeah, they are some vicious little demons that live in the lake. You don’t wanna mess with them.”

Y/N was going to ask further questions until someone interrupted the party.

“Take your hands off me, you filthy Squib!” Draco and Filch abruptly entered the room.

“Professor Slughorn, Sir,” started saying Filch. “I just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party.”

“Okay, okay, I was gatecrashing. Happy?” his eyes looked into Y/N’s and moved towards Will. Her heart escaped a beat.

“I’ll escort him out,” Snape said, getting in the scene.

“Certainly, Professor.” They exited the room.

“Alright, everyone. Carry on, carry on,” Slughorn laughed the incident off.

Y/N’s look went back to Will’s. “Will you excuse me for a second?”

“Sure,” Will said.

Y/N found her way out of the party. She bumped into Draco outside, Snape already having left.

“Draco,” she called him.

Draco turned back, looking at her. “What?”

“What were you doing out there?”

“What do you think I was doing?”

“Are you angry at me?”

“Piss off, Y/N. None of your bloody business,” he violently replied.

“But it is my business, Draco. You know that, and don’t you dare talk to me like that!”

“I talk to you as I please!” He got closer to her, a very angry look on his face. “You leave me the fuck alone from now on, I don’t need you to be asking sneaky questions. I don’t love you.”

Y/N held back her tears, never having been talked like that before. “This is all because of the vision, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

“I couldn’t care less about your pathetic desire.” Just like that, he left, leaving Y/N with the sourest heart she had ever had to bare. She didn’t know a certain scarred one had been eavesdropping their conversation.