#malfoys suspicious new interest

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It was only a matter of time before I did some cute Drarry art.

This is for chapter 9 of "Harry Potter and Malfoy's Suspicious New Interest"

[niche-pastiche]

What’s your favorite part of Harry Potter and Malfoy's Suspicious New Interest as of now (with its two current chapters)?

I love how Harry and Draco act their age. I tend to read 8th year and postwar fics, so I find it refreshing to see them act like kids instead of children that had to grow up too fast. It’s wholesome how Draco wants to indulge Harry’s “scary owl” request with a raven spelled with an illusion of smoke and glowing red eyes. I think it’s cute and so teenage boy-like to get over their differences by talking about Quidditch. I hope they get to fly together sometime. Or hug 🥹💗

Oh I love that you asked this question. This is so fun and gives me the chance to talk about a detail I really loved including.

I think my favorite part in terms of specific moments so far has to be at the end of chapter 1. Specifically where harry casually walks away from Draco long enough to break line of sight. But he doesn’t think to wait until he’s out of hearing distance to break out into a sprint. So Draco 100% heard that.

Kind of undercuts what I assume Harry’s attempt to insult him right before that and return at least somewhat to the status quo.

Another really fun thing about getting to write stuff in Harry’s POV is that this kid so clearly has some degree of ADHD. Even ignoring the fact that Daniel Radcliffe does, the kid we see on the page in the books reads that way too. He’s a really sweet kid who has trouble directing his attention at stuff that doesn’t really grab his interest, and sometimes he’ll just blurt out whatever thought he’s having with no time to think if he should or not.

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It stands to reason that Harry’s holding groceries when he runs into Draco Malfoy for the first time in twenty years.

Well— doesn’t run into, exactly. No, more like peers through a shop window like a right barmy bastard, bits of overspilling lettuce brushing his arm and passers-by on Diagon shooting him strange looks.

Of course Malfoy has to look up from the till— because, yes, Draco Malfoy is a shopkeeper on Diagon Alley apparently— and see him goggling. So, of course, Harry has to step inside, as though he meant to make a stop at— right, yeah, Narcissus Needlework Studio— all along, holding brown paper packages of vegetables.

Malfoy’s frowning when Harry makes his way over to the till.

“I don’t want any trouble,” he says. “I’ve registered the shop, everything’s perfectly within regulation—“

“Trouble?” Harry blinks. “Oh, no. I’m not an Auror. Anymore.”

“I know that,” Malfoy says unhappily. “The whole Wizarding World all over Europe knows that. Only you’ve never left well enough alone, have you, Potter?”

Harry’s forty next month. He’s lived twenty years seeing hide nor hair of Draco Malfoy, and he’s never gone looking. Well, except for that one time when he was twenty one and went to the Manor as a trainee Auror for a— well, it was a routine check, really. And that other time when he was twenty five and thought he saw a man at a club who looked just like Malfoy from the back and was convinced for four months Malfoy was back in London and must be up to something if no one knew about it. And that time when he was thirty two— and, oh, alright, Harry hasn’t ever left well enough alone, not when it comes to Malfoy, at least.

This time, though, Harry really didn’t go looking. And it’s definitely Malfoy.

“I just wanted some— thread,” Harry says. A needlework studio should have some of that, shouldn’t it?

“Thread,” says Malfoy. He looks down, deliberately, at Harry’s lettuce.

“For Molly,” Harry says. “As a, um, birthday present. New shop on Diagon, thought I’d pop by. Seemed the place, you know. Didn’t know it was yours.”

Molly’s birthday, Malfoy doesn’t need to know, is in December. It’s June.

Malfoy continues to stare at him, until Harry’s unsure whether to get indignant about it all or turn tail and flee.

“Well,” says Malfoy before he can make a choice. “Embroidery yarn for you, then, Potter. Come along.”

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“I’ll see you again, I assume,” Malfoy says at the end of what transpires to be a surprisingly smooth purchase.

Harry nods.

He only realises after he leaves that there’s no reason for him to come back. He’s seen it for himself— what Draco Malfoy’s up to these days. Nothing nefarious or suspicious, just yarn and needles and tapestries on Diagon.

Except, well, he’s committed now, hasn’t he? And Harry Potter’s a man of his word. He said yes, when Malfoy asked— Malfoy asked!— so he’ll be back.

And really, if he has to invent Hermione’s sudden new and passionate interest in needlework— well. That’s between Harry and his lettuce.

written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt “sewing”. i just personally think harry james potter could be seventy five and still rapidly become obsessed with draco malfoy at any given moment.

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HD eight year fic recs : 20k to 30k words

Here are a few drarry eight year fic recs that are between 20k and 30k words. Posted in alphabetical order, as always.

You can access my rec lists for eight year fics that have less than 10k words here and between 10k and 20k here.

12 Days of What The Fuck by @bixgirl1 [26k]

When Potter starts paying unusual amounts of attention to Draco as the holidays draw nearer, Draco can’t figure out where it’s coming from—possibly because he’s gone stupid from all the fantastic sex. But what happens when he finds out that there may be another motive behind Potter’s sudden interest? Or: A fic in which Potter is hotter than Draco ever let himself admit, Draco didn’t fill out that fucking form, and Pansy may or may not lose all of her hair.

1,000 Points From Gryffindor by @blithelybonny [25k]

The story of how Harry Potter single-handedly lost Gryffindor the House Cup while attempting to have a “normal” year at Hogwarts. Featuring Harry’s suspicious nature turned up to eleven again, a new DADA teacher who is so not here for Harry’s fame, multiple detentions, Slytherins being sneaky, Hufflepuffs being sneakier, and the mystery of Draco Malfoy’s hoodie because seriously Hermione who gave that to him and is he wearing it just to torment me? This is ridiculous!

Dear Diary by AWickedMemory [20k]

 // This can’t possibly go worse than the last time I kept a diary. // After the war, Harry picks up a journal to write in… and it writes back. Luckily, it’s not a Horcrux on the other end this time.

Don’t mind if I keep your tie (And your heart, babe) by Ingi [21k]

The Eighth year common room has a parrot in it, courtesy of McGonagall and her mad search for interhouse bonding. Most of the time, it’s just there, until one day it repeats “Potter has a damn fine arse.” And the Slytherins know exactly who the parrot’s mimicking… Draco is not amused.

Heartache by @bixgirl1 [25k]

 “Harry doesn’t think about Malfoy anymore.  Not really.  Not intentionally. What if the one person you least expect is the only one who really understands what you’ve gone through?

Hungry by birdsofshore [24k]

The first thing Harry knew about it was when he woke up lying on a bed in the hospital wing, with his arm firmly stuck to the scrawny, milk-white arm of Draco bloody Malfoy. 

Into You by @andithiel [28k]

There were many things that Harry had anticipated when arriving back at Hogwarts for his eighth year. Having his body switched with Draco Malfoy’s was not one of them.

An Issue of Consequence by @faith2wood [20k]

Draco has woken up in an alternate universe. Or he has woken up utterly insane. Nothing else can possibly explain why Harry Potter suddenly seems to think he’s Draco’s boyfriend.

It Takes a Village by Saras_Girl [25k]

Eighth year isn’t exactly going to plan. Harry is definitely not running away, Draco is definitely not impressed, and it’s almost definitely not going to stop raining.

Life is a Twice Written Scroll by lauren3210 [22k]

The new world order hasn’t been kind to Draco and his family, and he wishes it could all be different. So does Harry, although not for the same reasons. But as Draco works to fix the mistakes he made in the past, he finds his reasons for doing so changing in a way he never expected.

The Lip-Lock Jinx  by cassisluna [20k]

It’s a jinx that renders the victim mute, unless he/she serves the purpose of the jinx and kisses the person that they desire. It’s just Harry’s luck that he’s in love with Draco.

Love, Harry by Zzzara [26k]

Harry Potter keeps a huge secret: that scary thing he can’t tell anyone about. Until a mysterious penfriend changes his life, because he keeps a secret, too.

No Greater Victory by @dictacontrion​ [26k]

Back at Hogwarts after the war, a defeated Draco Malfoy is prepared to settle for life’s simpler pleasures: snark, sex, and Slytherin scheming. That is until Pansy, newly in possession of Malfoy Manor, offers to return his ancestral home. Just one condition: he has to win, and break, Harry Potter’s heart to get it. That’s no problem. Draco’s got this situation completely under control. Completely. At least until he doesn’t.

Pensieve For Your Thoughts by @fencer-x  [22k]

Ostracised from the more discerning social circles after the war, Draco decides to spend his final few months at Hogwarts attempting to ingratiate himself with the Boy Wonder in the hopes he might be able to salvage his reputation in the doing. But when has anything involving Draco trying to be Potter’s friend gone right, really?

Project (or Curse?) by venis_envy [21k]

In order to build trust and inter-house unity, the Ministry School Board has designed an obligatory N.E.W.T. project for the eighth year students. Paired off, each team will be assigned a Charmed puffskein and required to share a room with their “families” throughout the term. If they all survive that long.

Recalibrate by Saras_Girl [20k]

Sometimes, you need to step back and think about things from a new perspective. Other times, you’ve just got to open your eyes to what you needed all along. HPDM 8th-year FILTH

Sparks by @annanother-thing [20k]

“I’m sorry,” Draco turned to him, “are we boring you?” Greg looked up. “No, I’m just hungry, and you’re taking far too long to just tell them that you and Potter are soulmates. Do you have to be this dramatic?” There was a moment of silence, before all hell broke loose. Harry didn’t know soulmates existed until he was fourteen. He wasn’t sure what he imagined it would be like, but he knew it wasn’t this. But that’s not to say he didn’t like it.

Strange Bathfellows by @bixgirl1  [27k]

It started with a bath.  Or a potions accident.  Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.   Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.

Symbiosis by fireflavored [20k]

sym·bi·o·sis (sĩm'bē-ō'sĩs) n. Biology A close, prolonged association between two or more different organisms of different species that may, but does not necessarily, benefit each member.

Then Comes a Mist and a Weeping Rain by @faith2wood [21k]

It always rains for Draco Malfoy. Metaphorically. And literally. Ever since he had accidentally Conjured a cloud. A cloud that’s ever so cross.

The Ties That Bind Us by @faith2wood [27k]

An accident leaves Draco and Harry bound tightly together. Literally.

Two Wands Make a Right by dannyfranx [21k]

Harry’s wand is playing up and Hermione thinks she knows the answer, but why does she have to be right all the time, why does Draco Malfoy have to be so god damn difficult and why is he wearing his tie backwards?

Your Destiny, My Destination by valinorean [20k]

Life is a series of events that shape your past and determine your future. Ten years after the war, Head Auror Harry Potter accidentally travelled back in time where he met 18-year-old Draco Malfoy.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

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Main blog : @berryzxx

Requests are currently open!! <33

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Azriel

Game Night (Fluff, Game night with your mate and the IC) Better than cupcakes (Az is your mate and you're oblivious to it. Wanting him to try one of your treats could lead to disaster) Jealousy part 1 (You're forced to spend the weekend with the bane of your existence but little do you realize he doesn't completely hate you) Jealousy part 2 It's always going to be you (Az starts to spend more time with Elain and you distance yourself- apologizing/fluff ) You are divine (he's been busy on a mission and you've missed him so much. Will you reveal your feelings?) Not yet (you're not ready to tell Az's family you're mates in fear of them not liking you ) To Have And To Hold...Till Death Do Us Part (Azriel has spent decades centuries on trying to find his mate. A mate is supposed to be that one constant person in you're life. But as we all know Azriel was damned to an unlucky fate) Peace (Azriel finally finds some peace with you in the morning. Literally just fluff) 

Azriel appreciation week: 2024

Blue (There's a large contrast between the warm and gentle Az you get to enjoy versus the cold and quiet demeanour he reserves for others) day 1 Maps (Azriels daughter finds his scars far more interesting than the map you're trying to show her, indirectly healing a part of Azriel he had left in the dark) day 2

Lucien

Home (Lucien and you are finally living the dream. A new house and the love of your life with you, what else could you ask for?)

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-headcanons

Draco Malfoy Theodore Nott Mattheo Riddle Mattheo x Hufflepuff reader Enzo Berkshire

Theodore Nott

Forgive me (You and Theo are in an argument and he tries to apologies but you don't listen, until he tries something different) Hogsmeade (a small argument with theo, fluff) I'll try harder (based off the 11th headcanon. He's been in the infirmary one too many times) You're mine sweetheart (Theo is the only one who can make you feel better after a shit day) It's only a game (convincing moody theo to have a snowball fight)

Mattheo Riddle

Cold nights (He has a hard time as usual sleeping but with you he might be able to) Perfectly serious (Mattheo can't keep his feelings and jealousy in check when he see's you with another guy) Faking it part 1 (fake dating the guy you like won't be too hard...right?)

Draco Malfoy

Darling, I'm yours part 1 (best friends in love except both of you are oblivious)

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-headcanons

Grayson Hawthorne Grayson Hawthorne- when he was younger Hathorne headcanons- if they had a younger sister

Grayson Hawthorne

Lazy Mornings (Waking up with you is the best thing possible, which is why he tries to keep you in bed longer, fluff) Completely fine (You're injured and Grayson is pissed, not at you but at himself) Special treatment (Grayson see's a black cat and adopts it while drunk, surprising you with it) You're the only one for me part 1 (You find something suspicious on Grayson's phone. During your argument you get hurt, will he be able to fix things?) You're the only one for me part 2

[blorger]

“You cooked.” Malfoy’s voice is flat, and Harry can’t tell if he’s already fucked up or if Malfoy approves. “And you’ve… bathed.” Well, it’s hard not to take that one as an insult. “I take plenty of showers, Malfoy,” Harry says, affronted. “I’d go so far as to call them daily.” “That’s not—” Malfoy turns to him. “Is this— Are you practising? For a date?” Harry looks at the kitchen with new eyes. It had seemed silly not to open a bottle of wine to go with the roast chicken (who has a roast without wine?). And since he’d opened a bottle, it seemed only natural to light a candle. The whole thing taken together, though, does give off a rather date-y vibe. Fuck. Harry opts for honesty. “Not really. It just felt rude not to offer you dinner. Are you not hungry? Sorry about—” He gestures at the candles, the romantic lighting, the wine “—this. I promise I’m not trying to seduce you.” “Right.” Malfoy still looks suspicious. “Believe me,” Harry says hurriedly. “If I was trying to sleep with you, I probably would have already managed to insult you, and spill something on you, and dinner would be burned, and the wine would be off. My dates are never this successful.” “You insult the people you want to sleep with?” “Well, not on purpose.” Harry rubs at his temples. He wishes he’d managed to eat something today. His stomach feels fucking horrible. “It’s more like I accidentally say something stupid, and it gets taken the wrong way.” “Ah.” Malfoy walks over to the table and lifts the bottle of wine, inspecting the label. Harry hadn’t even looked at it when he’d grabbed it from the cellar. He thinks it’s red. It’s very dusty. “So﹕ when you’re interested in someone, you call them names and ruin their dinner. But when you’re not interested, you comb your hair and serve them two-hundred galleon wine.”

from Crush by Citrusses

[lemonagrios]

I've been thinking of an Au like this for a couple of months, so I made some shitty drawings to get some of it out of my system, lol

Me yapping about this Au ⬇️

So when I say "Logan" or "Runaways" Au I don't mean like literally swapping the characters and putting NextGen characters in the existing story, it's more like the general idea of the movie/comics with some plotpoints but not the exact same(?) I hope what I said makes sense lmao 😭

In this Au mutants are still relatively unknown and hidden from the population, but the Malfoys, who are very known and loved for their contributions to medicine and all of the other businesses they own, have known about mutants for a very long time now, and they actually are part of a big anti-mutant organization where they test possible "cures" and weapons for when mutants decide to "rebel" against humanity, even more now that some mutant called Harry Potter has been making some noise they have already tried and failed to silence.

17 year old Scorpius Malfoy, oblivious to all this tries to be the perfect son for his father while also grieving the (suspicious) death of his mother, he's been feeling weird lately, and he also has a big interest in genetics, not only because he knows he'd have to work in Transigen when he grows up like the rest of his family, but because of some weird sightings of interesting people in the past year.

Some stuff happens, and he discovers the truth about his family's business, the inhuman experiments tried on mutant kids, and a deadly weapon called X-19 that they created and actually have been using for a couple of years to kill important people like politicians and mafia lords while earning enormous amounts of money with it.

This "weapon" is actually a teen around the same age as Scorpius, and somehow he ends up running away with him, albeit kinda not on purpose, on top of all that he also very recently discovered that he himself is a mutant, so things are not looking good.

Some more things I've thought about 🥸

Albus and Scorpius are both 17, and their bond is definitely going to turn romantic at some point in the future bc I love them, they're boyfriends in every universe, I don't make the rules.

Albus name is X-19 as a reference to the epilogue begging with "19 years later" lmao.

Also, since his name was X-19, someone in Transigen who was part of the crew in charge of him and felt bad for him started calling him "Severus" in an attempt to give him a real name, I won't give too much details about this but that's the reason Scorpius says "Severus" in my fanart, "Albus" is a name he'd get later.

Albus was created in a lab, BUT I want him to have both Harry and Ginnys genes, I want Ginny to be the one who has the same mutation as him, so since this is kinda a gender reversal, she has claws like Laura's while Albus has Logan's, and we all know Albus looks a lot like Harry, so I like the idea that he was made specifically to resemble him, just to fuck with their heads when a teen that looks just like Harry and has Ginnys mutation is used against them.

As for Scorpius powers, I mostly made them up lol, it's a pretty basic teleportation with the fact that his skin becomes white the more he uses his powers bc I really wanted him to develop a physical mutation that would eventually (propably) out him as a mutant, also he can only teleport to places he has already been to before, if he hasn't been to a place he cannot go there, but since he's so new to his powers he can't control where he's going yet lol.

I think that's it 🤓 I still have nothing set since this is just for silly fun and I could change my mind at anytime, tbh I doubt anyone would read all that, but I had to let it out, I do want to write a fic someday, but if I draw slow, I write even slower 😭 I hope my English didn't fail me cause lately I haven't been Englishing very well lmao, byeee.

[depoemdawg]

Unveil (pt. 1)

Part 2

Part 3

Character: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Synopsis: Y/N, the self-appointed explorer of Hogwarts, finds herself investigating a mysterious new Slytherin student and his unknown connection to the ghost in the Room of Requirements.

Author's Notes: Uhh first story! This just popped in my head and I thought maybe I should write it down! I hope you guys enjoy this story :)

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“Y/n.” 

“Y/n!”

“Merlin's beard!” I sigh and turn to look at an annoyed Ginny Weasley. “I’ve told you to break up with him, Ginny. Dean is not the boy for you. I'd even wager to bet that if you asked him what your favourite colour is, he wouldn’t be able to tell you..” I tell her, giving her a pointed look. 

Her eyebrows unfurl as she looks at me, her cheeks burned red. “I didn’t know you were listening…..” She slaps my arm. “Especially when your attention is glued to the new Slytherin boy.” 

“Glued to what?” I scoff. “I was not-” I glanced in the direction I was looking. “I was not, my attention is not on the new boy.” 

She gives me a teasing look, a smile creeping on her lips. “Right….” 

She had a point. Perhaps I was a bit too curious about the boy with dark curly hair who sat across from us, just a couple tables away. He had somehow already made a group of friends, no doubt with the most chaotic people he could find in Slytherin. Mattheo Malfoy. Not that he looked anything like Draco Malfoy. He had none of the platinum blonde hair, none of the pompous attitude. What he did have though, was an intimidating look. Apparently, he was a cousin of a cousin of a cousin. Entirely too suspicious, if you ask me.

“Don’t you think it’s odd? The minute the death eaters are found by the Ministry, out comes this cousin that no one ever knew Malfoy even had?” I whisper to Ginny who is entirely consumed in her plate of spaghetti, her favourite. 

Ginny gives me an exhausted look and wipes her mouth with a napkin before speaking. “I think it’s odd you would be so interested in Malfoy’s cousin."

I play with the food on my plate while thinking. “Yeah…” I had bigger fish to fry anyway. I glanced down at my watch. “Crap- I have to run.” I grab my satchel from the table and jump up, accidentally tipping my glass in the process. 

“Wh-” Ginny looks at me with wide eyes and a pasta noodle hanging from the corner of her mouth. “Where are you going?!” At this point, people started glancing but then again, chaos wasn’t uncommon in the Great Hall. “Next time I see you, you better had broken up with that boy, Ginny.” I say as I take a quick bite of my sandwich and jog out of the hall.

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Where was it?

One left.

Two rights.

Was it two lefts and one right?

No! It’s here. It has to be.

I set my satchel down on the floor as I stood in front of the wall. The Room of Requirements. It has to be here. I had been looking for the entrance for months. When I finally came across it last week, I was faced with a new challenge. I needed to find a way in. 

I mutter the words from a book I had read about the secrets of Hogwarts. “must walk past the wall of Hogwarts Castle that conceals the room three times, focusing on what they need.” What did I need? Did I even know what I needed?

My sole purpose was to find this room. I had decided in my first year that I would uncover all of the secrets that lay in the castle. Every single one. To this day, I’d found a handful but never the Room of Requirements. 

I paced back and forth in front of the wall, trying to focus on my purpose. Room of Requirements. Room of Requirements. Was this even the right wall? Had it really been two lefts and one right? 

I groan and hold my head in my hands, sitting across the wall. I could not, for the life of me, get my brain to focus on what it was I wanted. My thoughts unwillingly began drifting off to another mystery that I couldn’t crack. What was the damn boy hiding? But, what if he isn't hiding anything. What if he really just was Draco Malfoy's boring, admittedly sort of cute, cousin?

GRUMBLE

Grumble?

I’m shook out of my thoughts as I look to see the bricks in front of me uncovering a door. “Woah…” I mutter. The door was huge, with intricate designs on it. This must be it. The door to the Room of Requirements. I hold myself back from celebrating months of effort and cautiously walk towards it.

Beautiful, green and black designs. A snake crest lay in the middle of the door, frozen mid hiss. My fingers traced the snake before landing on the handle. I took a deep breath before pressing down on the handle and opening the door. The door creaked open, I took one glance outside the room before entering the room.

The room was…..surprisingly small? It consisted of a writing table on which a diary-like book rested. As I looked around the room, I noticed multiple doors outlining the walls of this room. Where did all these doors lead? I walked towards the desk and picked up the mysterious notebook. As I flipped through the pages, each one as empty as the last, I heard a footstep. 

Startled, I dropped the notebook and turned around. No one. I scan the room for any sign of a human. “Hello?” I say in a firm voice.

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Moments passed, no one replied. It must’ve been in my head I think as I pick up the notebook and place it back on the desk.

“Who are you?” A cold voice cracks in the room. I whip to look behind me and that’s when I saw it.

A man, ghastly looking thing. His skin was as pale as his hair was dark. His eyes held a bored, almost dead look yet something about him told me I should be scared. I noticed he was wearing a suit and looked to be in his 40s.

“I-I’m sorry. The room led me here. I don’t know exactly what I’m doing here.” My previous firmness melted as the room grew colder by the second. The stranger steps forward towards me.

“Who. are. You?” He emphasizes every word and I get the feeling he won’t ask again. “Y/n. Y/n L/n. I didn’t mean to intrude.” I let out.

He lets out a small breath that I suppose one could consider a sigh. His dark eyes sized me up. “You’re a Hogwarts student, are you?”

“Yes, sir.” I feel myself freeze under his gaze. Afraid a single move would get me hexed.

His expression let no emotion show. If he was disappointed, he wasn’t letting it show. But something told me, he wasn’t trying to hide anything  either. There was something almost inhumane about him.

“Are you a ghost?” I let out after a few moments of silence between us.

He stared at me, wordlessly.

After several moments of more silence which eventually felt awkward and not as intimidating, the ghost speaks. 

“Leave.”

He didn’t have to tell me twice, I nodded rapidly and quickly made my escape through the door I had come in from. As I left the room, the bricks slowly covered the door back up. As if it had never been there. 

I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding as I leaned on the wall opposite from the room. Who was that? More importantly, why had the room sent me there?

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I know I make questionable decisions. But this was certainly one of the worst of them.

I crouched through the bushes, waving my wand around to look around the dark forest. It was close to midnight, the only time when a student could possibly even enter the forest without being caught. There was a certain ingredient I was looking for, an ingredient which would help me make the potion I needed to sneak past the guards and into the forbidden part of the library. I needed to find out more about the ghost in the Room of Requirements.

Before I knew it, my foot tripped on a low branch. It sent me tumbling down a hill and landing by the edge of a small lake. I cursed as I stood up. As far as questionable decisions go, this one had certainly paid off.

The lake was lit up by fireflies around it, the lake was astoundingly clear. Colourful fishes in the lake swam around in schools. I leaned by the lake and watched in awe. This was beautiful. Butterflies flew around me as if greeting me, one even fluttering down on to my hand.

"Pretty little thing." I smile as I admired it's wings.

Suddenly, a voice spoke. “Who are you?”

Bloody hell, that was the second time I was being asked that this week. When the butterfly flies off my hand, I groan and turn around to find the source. 

Mattheo.

My eyes widen when I see him standing by the lake just a couple feet away from me. What was he even doing here?

“What is it to you?” I respond, dryly. My guard is still up as I frown. It was not a good look for him to be here so late at night. Especially with my already growing suspicions. 

“You know me.” He says, his voice slightly amused. “I think it’s fair for me to know who you are.”

I let out a short laugh, almost a scoff. “What makes you think I know who you are?”

He smiles and looks away with a smirk. “You’ve taken an interest in me.”

I narrow my eyes as I realize what he’s talking about. He noticed me staring at him.  My mouth opens to retort some smart response but it shuts as I realize I’m the one caught like a deer in headlights here.

“What? Nothing to say?” He grins, clearly finding a lot of humour in this.

“It’s not the way you think it is.” I fold my arms.

“Then what way is it, raven?” His nickname catches me off guard. He puts his hands in his pant’s pockets, eying me. Waiting for a response.

“I just think it’s odd for you to appear in the middle of the school year. Especially with the recent arrests.” I say with an accusatory tone.

His smile falls, all traces of humour leaving his eyes. He stalks towards me, slowly yet threateningly. “You ought to be less nosy, raven.” His voice drops into a darker tone. 

I step back from him, my glare still trained on him. His dark tone striking me as all too familiar.

“What’re you even doing here?” He scoffs, narrowing his eyes at me. Great, now he’s suspicious?

“I could ask you the same thing.” I say.

Mattheo looks at me, as if debating whether to curse me out of existence before sighing and dropping his head. His expression suddenly returned to amusement. “Touché.” He shrugs and walks towards the tree line. Before he disappears, he throws me one last look. “The centaurs are lurking around. It’d be in your best interest to avoid them.”

Well.

He's certainly something.

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End Notes: Okay, I promise it gets better. The entire story is already laid in my head but there's no way I can fit it all into one part. It's looking pretty good so far! I'll link the second part on here when it's done!

[satansapostle6]

Lovers and Liars | Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy and Theodore Nott, both determined and resourceful from reputable houses, find themselves at odds in the name of love.

Warning: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: Unbreakable

Jealousy, Lorelei knew, was an interesting thing, especially among young people. Lorelei never quite understood the feeling of envy. She’d felt it before, sure. Whenever she saw a happy family, or a sane girl. But envy never drove her into madness the way it did others.

Her friend Pansy, for one, was a person driven by envy. Of others, and of the person she thought she was, or could be. Pansy was the kind of person who needed to be completely in control of her entire world, whether that was an attainable goal or not. She achieved that goal, mostly, through Daphne, and her other pawns. Even Lorelei at times, when Lorelei found herself indifferent to the outcome of Pansy’s endeavors.

Lorelei was friends with Pansy despite hating her. Not because she wasn’t strong enough to outshine her, but because she was smart enough not to want to.

“Hey, Pans,” Lorelei said as she sat down for breakfast that morning. “Daphne.”

Daphne looked up at her and just smiled, unbothered. Pansy, on the other hand, visibly had some sort of agenda.

“Morning, Lor,” Pansy remarked, sounding far too chipper to be genuine.

Lorelei sat down in peace, not paying Pansy any more mind as she began to put together a decent plate, of bread, and eggs, and potatoes.

“That’s a lot of carbs,” Pansy remarked, in a thinly veiled attempt to make her self conscious.

“Yes,” Lorelei agreed, “Some of us can eat them.”

Daphne immediately looked down at her plate, stifling a giggle.

“I feel like I hardly see you these days,” Pansy tried a new approach. “You’ve been spending all your time with Theodore Nott lately.”

“We have fun,” Lorelei responded, prompting Daphne to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

Daphne seemed accepting of the vague response, however, Pansy wanted more details. Naturally.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she inquired nosily.

Lorelei just smiled as she ate her food. “What I said.”

*****

Lorelei and Theo decided that, on this particular Saturday, they would enjoy themselves on the school trip to Hogsmease, spending the entire time holed away in The Three Broomsticks, in a secluded booth dimly lit by the ambient lighting in the pub.

“Two Butterbeers, please,” Theo said graciously as a waiter took there order.

Lorelei watched with suspicious narrowed eyes as he walked away, refusing to speak until she knew for certain he was out of earshot.

“So,” she said softly.

“So,” Theo echoed enthusiastically.

“What was it you wanted to talk about?” she asked him. “Must be something important if we couldn’t discuss it at school.”

Theo smiled almost triumphantly as he looked at her, sharing his vision. “I have a plan.”

Lorelei raised an eyebrow. “You have a plan?”

“I do,” he shared. “A big one.”

“How big?” Lorelei asked mischievously. “Like, ‘surprise party’ big?” she asked facetiously.

“More like, eternal glory big,” Theo smirked.

Lorelei secretly liked Theo’s smirk, the way it always made him look as if he was in on some big secret that no one else was. It made him look like someone truly important, someone that belonged on her arm.

“‘Eternal glory’?” she questioned. “Don’t tell me you want us to enter the tournament, too.”

“No. Something better,” he replied.

“Do tell,” Lorelei encouraged, just as the waiter appeared with their drinks.

She sipped hers eagerly, awaiting his response.

“What if I told you…”

Lorelei frowned as Theo suddenly stopped, eyes slowly trailing off to the right, a sour expression on his face as if he’d found out something unpleasant. Lorelei looked at him inquisitively, silently trying to figure out what was going on in his head. Theo just looked at her, a pleasantly surprised smile on his face as the conversation suddenly changed gears.

“…That… I would like to invite you to my family’s winter home over the break?” he concluded.

The linger of his gaze and the thickness of his voice told Lorelei that this wasn’t what he had actually wanted to discuss. He was lying. And she knew that if he was suddenly lying, the reason why had to be something very interesting. Someone was eavesdropping, Lorelei could tell.

“I…” she thought for a moment as she tried to consider the best possible course of action. “I’d have to think about it,” she told him, conveying her consciousness to him with her eyes.

“Of course. Just think about it,” Theo told her, his hand slowly creeping over hers as he spoke.

Evidently, his lie wasn’t entirely a lie.

“I will,” Lorelei promised, her face now inches from his.

Suddenly breaking this trance-like eye contact, she picked up her drink, taking a sip as they sat together in the booth, Theo wrapping his arm around her. They stayed in the pub for another hour or so, keeping themselves entertained with casual conversation until they decided it wasn’t suspicious to leave.

Theo got up first, chivalrously offering a hand to Lorelei. She grinned, knowing what came next. He gave her a nod and she reached into her pocket, drawing her wand along with him. He slowly touched a finger to his lips, indicating a need for stealth. She slowly followed him around the wall behind their booth. Using his fingers, he counted down from three, and once he got past one, Lorelei grabbed the only person listening on the other side of the wall.

Lorelei pushed the Hogwarts student, a younger Slytherin boy, against the wall as Theo kept his wand on him. No one saw as they disappeared behind a wall with him, where no one could see. Lorelei stood at Theo’s side, wand aimed as they both cornered him.

“What’s your name?” Lorelei demanded.

“Thomas,” the Slytherin boy whimpered.

“Thomas what?”

“Thomas Arnold,” Thomas mumbled.

“Who sent you to spy on us, Thomas?” Theo asked calmly.

The second year boy was shaking, terrified of the both of them. “N-No one!” he stammered, looking back and forth between them.

He was panicking trying to respond to them.

“Don’t lie to us,” Theo told him, “It wouldn’t be a smart move.”

He jammed the walnut wood wand into the boy’s Adam’s apple, relishing in the power he held.

“Tell us who sent you to spy on us, or we make you wish you had,” Lorelei threatened him.

She knew that Pansy had to have been involved. With her suspicion and nosiness surrounding Lorelei’s newfound friendship with Theodore Nott, there was no ways she couldn’t have been behind his. Very few people would bring genuine children into the mind games that they played. The boy was paralyzed with fear, unable to speak as Theo took a calculated risk and lost his patience.

“Cruc—”

Lorelei looked at him curiously, just as Thomas stopped him before he could finish casting the illegal curse.

“Stop! Wait! I’ll tell you,” the twelve year-old promised, terror in his eyes.

Lorelei smiled, pleased with their work. “Tell us, then, before he casts that curse.”

“You promise nothing’ll happen to me?” Thomas pleaded.

“After we’re done with you? No,” Theo said honestly. “But for now? Yes.”

The young boy nervously looked between the two of them again, realizing Theodore had made a valid point. Lorelei was growing impatient, just itching for the name ‘Pansy Parkinson’ to fall out so that they could send him running back to her.

“It was Draco Malfoy!” Thomas Arnold blurted out, choking on his own cries, “Please! Don’t hurt me!”

Lorelei and Theo slowly turned to look at one another, hiding their surprise.

“Well,” Lorelei scoffed indignantly. “Here’s what’s going to happen. Are you listening?”

Theo smirked as she intimidated the boy to the point of tears.

“Yes, I’ll do anything! I promise!” he begged.

“You go and tell Malfoy that you didn’t hear anything, and that you don’t think we’re planning anything,” she ordered.

“Yes! Yes, I will!” Thomas nodded, swearing up and down that he would obey.

“Make the Unbreakable Vow to me,” Theo interrupted, his blue eyes darkening.

Thomas practically went white as a sheet, terrified for his life.

“The—The what?” he gasped.

“The Unbreakable Vow,” Theo repeated, rolling up his sleeve.

He looked to Lorelei.

“Can you cast the spell?”

“Sure,” she agreed, cherry-colored wand drawn.

“You’re going to make the Unbreakable Vow to me, pledging that you’ll tell Draco Malfoy nothing that you’ve heard, and that you’ll do your best to convince him to stop tailing us. And if you break it… you’ll drop dead. Do you understand me?” Theo asked.

Thomas nodded quickly, a look of fear in his eyes as he realized the consequences of breaking the vow.

“Do you know how this works?”

He nodded.

“Good. Now give me your right arm.”

Lorelei watched as they joined hands, each right hand tightly gripping the other’s. She focused her attention on casting the spell necessary to invoke the Unbreakable Vow, watching as a shimmering cord joined them together. She cleared her throat, staring the young boy in the eyes as she reminded him of the gravity of the situation.

“Thomas Arnold. Do you vow to return to Draco Malfoy and tell him nothing of what you heard here today?” she began.

“I will,” the blond-haired Slytherin boy agreed.

“And do you promise that you will do your best to convince him to give up on his spying on us?” she concluded.

“I will,” Thomas stared at her, silently pleading for his life.

“Very well then,” she said softly, as the cord slowly disappeared.

Thomas pulled his arm away immediately, rubbing it as if he’d been injured. “Can I go now?”

Theo rolled his eyes cruelly. “Get out of my sight before I change my mind.”

He and Lorelei watched as he ran away, eyes trained on him like hawks.

“What business would Malfoy have trying to spy on us?” Theo thought aloud.

“Surely he must suspect we’re hiding something,” Lorelei rationalized. “I suppose he wants to know what it is.”

“Maybe,” Theo considered, still seeming miles away. “Maybe…”

Lorelei searched his strangely perfect features for answers. Theo eventually noticed, seeing the sheer will in her eyes.

“You know, I like the way we work together,” he said more softly, his hand caressing her face.

Lorelei smiled at the remark. Her gaze, he thought, could have brewed storms and sunk ships. She was a siren, equal to her namesake.

“I feel as connected to you as I do my right hand,” he murmured. “You’re quick. Smart.”

“You’re good at this, you know.”

“Good at what?” Theo asked with a smile.

“War,” she chuckled.

“Have you ever kissed anyone?” Theo asked softly.

Lorelei looked at him incredulously, her mouth curling into a hidden smile. “Yeah.”

“Who?” he wondered.

“You wouldn’t believe me,” she told him, watching as he laughed. “Have you?”

He just shook his head earnestly. “No.”

She found this answer only somewhat surprising. Theodore Nott really was one of the easiest boys to fall in love with.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked gently.

Lorelei nodded, hand cupping his cheek. “Yes.”

He smiled as he leaned in, captivating by her porcelain skin and auburn curls.

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Chapter Four

[wisteria-lodge]

In Harry Potter and Malfoy's Suspicious New Interest, Draco mentions that Lucius has a raven named Orgoglio. That is a very charming and whimsical name. Did Lucius choose it, or did Narcissa? And why Orgoglio? Is there a particular reason why you chose this name? Is it a nod to Lucius being a wife guy and his lovely “Faerie Queene” Narcissa? Or is it more of a “sophisticated man chooses sophisticated pet name” sort of manner?

What a charming ask. You absolutely picked up on an indulgent little detail that I mostly just dropped in there for myself. :D But now I get to talk about it!

In my head, Lucius is 100% a Bird Guy. Those are his peacocks. And if you have so many birds, well then of course you're going to need to name them, and you're going to need a naming *theme.* So yes, all of Lucius' birds are named after characters from The Faerie Queene. They have been ever since he named the first owl he took away to Hogwarts Archimago (after the evil sorcerer character.)

And from Lucius' perspective... it's a family history joke. I actually like the little Pottermore detail that Lucius Malfoy I, Lucius' namesake, worked very hard to marry Queen Elizabeth I. I think that Lucius (present day) would both think that that was kind of cool, and kind of funny. The Faerie Queene was written for and about Queen Elizabeth I, and I bet the first Lucius had some kind of opinion about it. So Lucius' birds are his way of forming this positive connection with his family/legacy, because I do *not* think he had a good relationship with his father, and my vibe on his mother is that she died kinda young, and Lucius legitimately to this day doesn't know exactly what happened there.

We know from Sirius' tropical birds that non-owls can deliver letters, and Lucius would obviously be *all* over that. So of course he'd have a raven, and of course he'd name it after one of the poem's villains. Also, all the Faerie Queene characters do have these very fun, very whimsical names that just kind of fit the vibe.

[niche-pastiche]

We've posted another set of updates to The Prison of the Phoenix, and Harry Potter and Malfoy’s Suspicious New Interest.

The thanksgiving update was an extra treat in addition to the normal posting day this week. So now you have even more chapters to enjoy.

[seriousbrat]

What are your thoughts on wizarding marriages? We never see any divorces, and the only character who marries multiple times is Mrs. Zabini, whose husbands all died under suspicious circumstances, yet no male wizards are shown тdoing the same. Do you think they take some sort of magical vows, or perhaps something even more extreme, like an Unbreakable Vow?

How do you think marriages between pure-blood families from the Sacred Twenty-Eight differ from those of the average wizarding couple?

(I’m not very familiar with the class divisions in the UK, but I doubt that even half of the pure-blood families were truly upper class. That’s why I don’t subscribe to the popular belief that the Blacks were super rich. In my view, the Malfoys and Lestranges were likely the only truly rich families. The Blacks probably lived off old money that was running out by the 1970s, and the fact that there were fewer branches of the family by then would have made this more apparent. I like to think they once had a country estate outside the city that they sold, and the last of the family lived off the proceeds.

Not every family had someone like Fleamont Potter, who brought new wealth with his Sleekeazy business. I also believe that while Fleamont was born in Godric’s Hollow, he probably bought a decent cottage there before James was born, not the mansion that the fandom often imagines.)

Therefore, how frequently do you think pureblood families arrange marriages to maintain their wealth and status? How might this influence the dynamics within those relationships? Do you believe extramarital affairs are common in these circles? We know Bellatrix was unfaithful to her husband, but could this have been behavior she observed in her own family? Perhaps her father or Orion Black had mistresses that shaped her views.

Ok sorry I know this is from ages ago, I'm trying to respond to a few old asks in between writing! And this one is really interesting.

That’s why I don’t subscribe to the popular belief that the Blacks were super rich. In my view, the Malfoys and Lestranges were likely the only truly rich families.

First of all I 100% agree, I have a post about this in fact. I think the implication is that the Blacks would eventually have suffered the same fate as the Gaunts.

I’m not very familiar with the class divisions in the UK, but I doubt that even half of the pure-blood families were truly upper class.

the thing here is that you can be aristocratic (descended from nobility, landed gentry, holding titles or office etc) while not actually having that much money compared to others, particularly if you don't actually work and just squander the family money heedlessly. so they'd still be considered 'upper class' but might not have been anywhere near as wealthy as the Potters, for instance, who would have been nouveau riche but technically middle-class, since their fortune was acquired recently.

The Malfoys and the Lestranges (probably others too, though) likely had enough foresight at some point in history to invest in the right business opportunities, which enabled them to maintain their financial security. While other families, like the Blacks and the Gaunts, probably just trusted in the power of their name and blood and were too proud and stubborn to realise the world was changing around them. This fits with how I see Walburga-- she believes her family deserves wealth and power by birthright, so she wouldn't actually do anything to change their fortunes, would never lower herself to get something as mundane as a job. it's everyone else's fault that they aren't being given what they're due, not hers.

Onto the topic of marriage- like I said in that post, I do think both Narcissa's and Bellatrix's marriages were financially motivated, precisely because of the Blacks' dwindling fortunes. This was likely typical among the old pureblood families- Lucius and Rodolphus, who didn't want for money, would have instead prioritised the nobility of the family they married into, which Narcissa and Bellatrix would have provided. Narcissa and Lucius were lucky enough to also be a good match, but as I mentioned in the other post, Bellatrix doesn't mention her husband once in the entire series, which i think is pretty telling.

Because of the likely prevalence of loveless marriages, I think infidelity would have been very common in these circles, though it was almost certainly all behind closed doors. I do think it would be scandalous if it got out, but ultimately would be brushed over and wouldn't typically result in divorce. I wouldn't be surprised at all if Orion and Cygnus had extramarital affairs, and Bellatrix too (maybe not just with Voldemort lol.) Not Lucius or Narcissa though, but again, they were lucky.

As for the Unbreakable Vow- I can definitely see this having been an ancient pureblood tradition that faded over time. But the WW is still a patriarchy, particularly among pureblood society, and marriage is a patriarchal institution. It would not have benefited men at all to make a magical vow that would kill them instantly if they ever strayed from or mistreated their wives lmao. Nor really to have their heir-making machine suddenly drop dead for whatever reason. So I doubt this would be done in the modern era, though there might be some kind of showy magical binding ceremony that harkens back to it.

For some reason I thought there was an example of wizarding divorce but now I can't think what that might have been. I don't think it would have been common in pureblood society per se, but personally I think definitely would have been legal, it's just that it would have been generally frowned upon socially in those circles. But honestly, it might have even been a bit better in the WW than in the Muggle world, because I do actually think witches had a bit more power than women irl. Also I think marriage outside of pureblood society would have been pretty much like marriage between normal people lol, aka falling in love and then getting married.

re: the Potters' house, I have always believed the Godric's Hollow cottage was actually the ancestral home of the Potters, and that Fleamont bought a sizeable house elsewhere (I've mentioned before that I always picture it like William Morris's Red House because i looove it) I wouldn't consider that a mansion though, not on the level of Malfoy Manor. James probably sold it after the death of his parents because the cottage was enough for himself and Lily, and also a lot of maintenance goes into a big house that they likely wanted to avoid. I think James would have gone to the Godric's Hollow cottage on holidays with his parents as a kid.

[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum! … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fen! Reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Pt4/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: english is not my first language

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The interview with the press was to say the least uncomfortable. You and Viktor sat on a chairs and listened to the mad woman ask you ridiculous questions. “So we have here a Durmstrang champions!” Said the woman crossing her legs looking at you two. Flicking her fingers she made her pen write something. “Viktor Krum and Y/n Malfoy, everyone was really excited to see you two as champions. Rumor is that the two of you are dating in secret is it true?” Not even letting you answer she continued “oh what if your partner dies? Not only you won’t win the prize but a wound so deep oh my stars” she was talking rather excited then heart broken. “If I may” you said harshly. “These are not the questions you should ask. I was expecting questions like what did you feel when you were chosen, what would you do with the prize money, what do you think about the competition and how are you prepared! Not some personal questions with no interest about the topic” you snapped and Rita smirked. She will definitely twist your words. You knew it. “Oh I was getting to that part sweetheart” Viktor grimaced at that nickname and blankly stared at Rita back. After that the interview continued as it should. You and Viktor tried to answer all of her questions that was about the tournament. “That woman was something else.” Said Viktor after you left the classroom where was held the interview. You nodded exhausted. You looked at Viktor wanting to ask the burning question. “Did you know about the rumor?” You said quietly. Viktor widened his eyes little bit. “No-no” he stammered. You looked at him confused. “Sure” you elongated the u looking at him suspiciously. “Vell hov about ve go to the quidditch stadium and train a little?” He offered. You nodded, happy to be spending time with him.

When you sorted through the air you were training your balance, strength and your over all intellect. Flying trough loops and asking each other questions from all sorts of fields. “So who is Hermione?” You asked him and he stopped. “Oh she is this really talented vitch. I met her vhen- yeah I vas meaning to talk to you about that.” So he did remembered. “Vhen I helped Hermione vith her books I swear I vas just going straight for my jacket but-“ you interrupted. “I already know Vik” you said. Viktor was feeling strange as if he said something wrong to upset you. It didn’t sit right with him. “Y/n” he started but lost all words when he met your gaze. This wasn’t the first time this happened. What was up with him these days, he had to get it together or his feelings will be distracting him during the Triwizard tournament.

When you were getting back you saw two tall redheads sprinting onto you two. With a loud thud all four off you were on the ground. “Hi Y/n” said one enthusiastically “Hey Malfoy” said the other less enthusiastic then his twin. “Hi Fred and George” you chuckled picking yourself up. When you saw Viktors look on his face you were a bit confused about what was that supposed to be. Figuring out maybe he felt awkward that he doesn’t know them. “Viktor this is Fred and George!” You smiled at him and then introduced him to the twins. Shaking their hands and hearing a scream they quickly said “Good seeing ya! Gotta go!” And they were sprinting again to Merlin knows where. Then you saw Filch with green hair, at least you hoped it was him, shouting at them and limping after them. You bursted out laughing and Viktor shook his head. “Vho vere they?” He asked obviously annoyed. You smiled. Seriously why were you always so happy? Was it because you were with him or was it something else? “They are my new friends” and with a chuckle you continued your way with him to dinner.

Waking up was your least favorite part of the day. Especially if you know that you will have potions that day. But what was worse than that? Being woken up by a bloody howler. The letter was just delivered and the scream that came from it was unheard of. You fell from the bed by the loud screaming right in your face. “HOW DARE YOU!” Instinctively you covered your ears. “PUTTING YOUR NAME IN THE GOBLET AND NOT TELLING US? WAS IT NOT FOR YOUR BROTHER WE WOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN KNOWN ABOUT YOUR ARRIVAL AT HOGWARTS! AND AFTER THAT WE READ FROM A QUIBBLER THAT YOU ARE DURMSTRANG CHAMPION? HAVE YOU INTENTED TO TELL US YOUNG LADY?” Your father’s voice was heard through the whole room. Then your mom added “WHAT IF SOMETHING HAPPENS TO YOU?” Was she crying? You looked confused at the letter waiting if there was more “EXPECT US TO DISCUSS THIS WITH YOU AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. Foolish girl.” Was the last line before you saw the letter shred itself. You got up panicking. This was more high alert then you expected. Putting on your uniform you went to breakfast. Sitting down beside Viktor and telling him about your unpleasant morning. Making a joke out of it to help you feel better.

Finishing your meal you both went to herbiology with professor Sprout. Learning about healing prosperity of calendula officinalis. Taking out your notes getting ready to write you heard the door opened. Professor McGonagall in the view of the whole class. “I am sorry to interrupt your lesson Pomona, can I talk with Miss Malfoy for a bit?” The whole class was looking at you. Packing your things you went with Minerva. “What happened professor? I swear I am following the school rules.” You said. The older lady smiled “oh dear you are excellent student so far. And very powerful. It’s just your parents are here and wanted to talk with you.” Trying to get out of this situation you said “I am adult now, I can make my desitions and I would like to return to the class.” You said hoping you sound reasonable. But to no awail she shook her head and led you to Dumbledores office. Upon entering you saw your pissed father and crying mother. They both ran up to you. Your mother hugging you tight. “Oh dear, what if something happenes to you. The trials are brutal.” You looked at father who was more upset with the fact you didn’t tell him. “Isn’t this ridiculous? Why have you not told us?” He putted his arm on your shoulder and whispered with venom on his toung.

“You are supposed to inform us about things as important as these!” He said trough gritted teeth. “I am adult and I chose to compete because I feel like I can do this. I have perfect scores, I am more then capable of competing at the Triwizard tournament and more so I will win!” You said. Your heart was racing from fear and adrenalin. Yet your words were firm. “We expect to hear from you more often” said your father after a while. Were you always this stubborn? Narcissa was crying in your shoulder. “Be safe okay? I can’t loose my daughter” she whispered to your ear. This was so foreign. They never showed much interest after your brother fot accepted to school. Well yeah they wanted a son. Someone to keep the family name. But still switching sides so quickly? That was so low. So shallow. When father wanted to say something else Dumbledore asked them to leave his office and for you to attend your next class. “And one more thing Miss Malfoy.” You turned to him when your parents left. “I have no doubt about the choice that the goblet made in regards to Durmstrang.” You smiled, thanking him and leaving to attend your next class.

Nothing much happened after this. You just kinda waited for the first trial. Spending time with Viktor and Fred. To your surprise it was more Fred then Viktor these days. He and Hermione were meeting each other and it kinda made you jealous. Coming to terms that you liked him, made you more hurt. You pushed your feelings aside, trying to focus on the Triwizard tournament. But when it became unbearable you told Fred. He was kinda upset about you liking Krum, but shrugged it off quickly. Jokingly saying “Dumb Krum, he doesn’t deserve you” and that kinda stuck. From now on he called him nothing but that. Even when you three talked occasionally. Fred saying “sorry but I am for team Hogwarts ya know. Not cheering for Dumb Krum.” laughing it of.

Hermione and Viktor got really close. He talked about his deep troubles and Hermione was so smitten with him. Viktor and Hermione shared this friendship that they both cherished. But after a while he talked about you and Fred. She recognized the feeling. They bonded after that staying friends who occasionally shared tips on dating. Never actually following them. For Y/n everything what was her stable safe place was falling apart.

“The first trial will be tomorrow are you excited?” Asked you one of your schoolmates. You simply answered “I am ready” Fred might have slipped his mouth that his brother, who happened to be dragon trainer in Hungary was here for a few months. You studied more then enough materials on dragons, their culture, traditions and taming rituals. Viktor helping you for the sake of wining the tournament. Many hours before the trial you searched for Fred, finding him at Astronomy tower with his twin preparing something. “Hi guys.” You said, scaring them. “Merlin! Y/n!“ said George. You new it was him. His eyes didn’t shimmer as his brothers. “Sorry boys, but I couldn’t resist.” You apologized and looked at their masterpiece. They made some sort of potion plan. Fred noticed you staring at the paper. “Sorry can’t tell you yet.” He smiled cheekily. He knew full well that you would have to study it more so you could understand. You were smart, brilliant actually but potions gave you trouble if you did not studs it for longer. That is why he was tutoring you in potions few times. Even though he is year younger his knowledge in potions reactions are incredible. And he actually said it to make it made sense. Maybe it was just your professor back at Durmstrang, because even Snape was better at explaining everything. “Aww that sucks” you pouted and started a conversation. You let your nerves relax when you were with them. “So you excited?” Said George. “Bet Dumb Krum will do something stupid during the first trial” laughed Fred. “Hey! I need him to win!” You defended Viktor with a laugh. “No, I think you would be able to win all by yourself.” You nervously ran your hand trough your hair. George flopping on the floor exhausted by the lovey dovey bs he is seeing right now.

That night you slept very well. Prepared for the day you grabbed a plate of food and chatted with Viktor. Occasionally looking at the twins who were communicating with you trough weird and funny grimaces. This grabbed attention of your brother who was angrily staring at the Weasley duo. “What if we will have to fight it? Or kill it?” Asked Viktor. “We were practicing, we will be fine. And I don’t think we will have to kill the dragon.” You smiled at Viktor. Looking into his eyes and seeing the bright spark you loved to see.

After breakfast all of the students gathered in the quidditch pitch. Everything had a faint glow around it, meaning it would be enchanted. Probably for safety purposes. “Principal Dumbledore will announce the rules in a minute. But for you I will be explaining them” said one of the professors of Hogwarts holding a bag in front of her. “The task is to get the egg. The only thing is that a dragon will be guarding it. You will choose the dragon pulling its name from this bag. Another thing that I also must mention: For you to escape you would have to both touch the egg. That will trigger open a portal in the side of the podium. The whole stadium is enchanted to be indestructible. Also no unforgivable curses allowed.” She said looking at you and Vik. The redhead appeared beside her. You assumed that was the dragon trainer, Fred’s brother.

Hogwarts champions went first against a Swedish Short-Snout. Diggory transfigured a rock into a dog, while his partner tried to throw rocks at the dragon to distract the dragon and allow Cedric to retrieve the golden egg that it was guarding. Unfortunately the dragon changed its mind partway through Diggory's attempt and attacked. He and his partner escaped with the egg but Cedric was burned by the blue dragon fire and needed to be healed immediately. Next went the girls from Beauxbatons academy drawing Welsh Green dragon. Coming face to face with the beast they decided to choose the calm and piece path. The girls worked together and enchanted the dragon into a deep magical slumber. However the spell was effective for about a minute before the dragon partly attacked, setting Fleur's skirt on fire and reflecting the spell on the other girl. Barely escaping the girls were checked for injuries and Durmstrang was called. Pulling out the name of Chinese fireball you were transported to the arena.

Running in the arena you both stared at the mighty beast. It was scarlet in color with a fringe of golden spikes around its snub-snouted face and extremely protuberant eyes. By its size you assumed to be female. The massive beast around three tons of weight let out a loud roar. You recalled all of the information about this beast that could help you. The Fireball was aggressive but, unlike other dragons, it was more tolerant of its own kind, and would sometimes consent to share its territory with up to two other dragons. They are very clever and fast, but had vulnerable eyes. Also their diet contains even humans. A fire ball was thrown against you. “Every dragon has weak eyes” you yelled still running trough the arena towards a raging dragon. “Let’s blind it and steal the egg!” Said Viktor going for the weak spot. “Distract it and I vill cast the spell” he said the plan and went straight to action. Casting mini fairy lights you tossed them in the dragons vision. Within few seconds Viktor casted conjunctivitis spell, purple light successfully blinding the dragon. It roared in pain shutting it eyes and stumbling towards the nest. Could it crush the egg? Seeing this you quickly yelled toward Viktor “get the egg” while you transfigured a cock under the dragon legs into an Occamy. A plumed, two-legged winged creature with a serpentine body, with a precise length of fifteen feet. The dragon squished the end of the tail of the Occamy and the beast in attempt to protect itself bit the dragon. Having a strong teeth the Occamy bit trough the thick skin of the dragon making it wail in pain once again, stumbling to the other side. You and Viktor were climbing to the egg and when you touched it a portal opened on the other side of the field. “Let’s go!” You said grabbing the egg and running with your best friend out of here. However the Occamy saw the egg you were carrying and it’s attention was on you. It was extremely protective of its eggs, even tho they were silver and the egg you were carrying was gold the Occamy attacked you. You felt a hand on your shoulders seeing Viktor protecting you putting his wand in the direction of approachich Occamy. Viktor skillfully eliminating the transfigured rock. The dragon was lowly whimpering on the rock floor huffing out a small flames. You and Viktor just successfully finished the task.

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The Heist pt. 4

“Please tell me you’re joking.” Granger said as she entered the room, wearing large round sunglasses and holding a paper cup of coffee. She walked in the middle of a very serious chess game between Theo and Seamus Finnigan.

Draco was dipping a spoon into a jar of peanut butter while reading the mornings paper.

He looked up from the paper as he stuck the spoon into his mouth.

“Seamus?” She asked, directing her question at Draco.

“Granger?” Seamus said distractedly.

Theo rested his elbow on the chess board and twisted in his seat to look at her. He appraised her quickly before turning back to the game. “You forgot my latte.” He sighed. “Again.”

“Since when have I ever brought you a latte, Theo?” She frowned and slid her glasses atop her head as she stepped further into the study. Her eyes flicked over to Draco, catching the sight of him licking the last bits of peanut butter from his spoon.

“You bought me one in Amsterdam, once.”

Granger pulled her gaze from the spoon. His mouth as it smiled at her. She moved past Theo and shook her head once. Silently communicating with him as their eyes met. He shrugged lightly.

“Harry’s headed over.” She said to Draco as she approached his desk. She slid herself onto the edge and looked over the paper splayed out in front of him. “Is that Zabini?”

Draco pulled his gaze away from the way her ass pressed into his desk, pushing the flare of her hip out, accentuating the curves of her body. “It is.” He leaned back with a fresh spoonful of peanut butter. “He’s just broke ground on a new research facility.”

“What kind of research? Is that peanut butter?”

Draco licked his spoon clean. “Mhm.” He scooped out a new serving and offered it to her. She eyed it, suspiciously, but her fingers plucked the spoon from his. “Zabini has recently become very interested in muggle science, among other things, and has donated an entire facility to research the science of magic.”

Granger lifted an impressed brow as she closed her mouth over the spoon. Draco’s intrigued was masked by his grin. His eyes danced from her mouth to her eyes as she leaned over and browsed the article.

“At we planning on using Zabini, Malfoy?”

He stared at her mouth as she pulled back, giving the spoon an extra lick around the edge before wiping at the corner of her mouth with a finger.

She offered the spoon back to him. “Do you ever not have a snack nearby?”

Draco chuckled and took the spoon from her. “It’s for stamina, Granger.” He winked and dipped the spoon into the jar. “Zabini is quite lucrative. He owns property all over the place." He lifted the newspaper off of his desk and tossed it aside, revealing a map of Flamel’s neighborhood. “As a matter of fact,” he pointed to a house positioned just west of Flamel’s gaudy mansion. “This is Zabini’s second residence.”

Grangers eyes widened with surprise. With glee. “This is where we’ll set up base.” She lifted her paper cup to her mouth and took a sip. He could smell the aroma of coffee and sugar wafting from where he sat.

“Of course, getting Zabini to give us access to his home may require…some motivation.”

“Motivation?”

“Zabini doesn’t ever do anything for free.”

She snorted softly. Draco chuckled at the sound. It was the only childish thing about her that he recalled fondly upon from their youth. Startling so.

“What kind of motivation are we talking here?”

“His interests are rare artifacts. Recently, he’s taken a great interest in Muggle archeology. Just like science, he wants to study them on his own, but with the aide of magic.”

Theo stood from the game and joined them at the desk, clearly interested.

“So we need to find him a rare muggle artifact.”

“You mean steal one.” Granger corrected, shifting uncomfortably.

“Well, we are thieves.” He leaned his hip onto the other end of the desk and lifted a brow at her. “Are we not?”

Draco opened his desk drawer and pulled out a brochure from the Museum of Archeology and Anthropology.

Granger’s eyes widened. “You already have an item in mind.”

Draco grinned and slid the brochure to face her and Theo. “The ancient Tuniit are rumored to have been Giants. A Dorset culture from before the Inuit people were believed to be the Tuniit themselves and apparently left behind quite a few artifacts. They used walrus ivory and caribou antlers. There is one such item that they call The Wand, and it is a curious piece.” He flipped the brochure open and pointed to a photo.

Granger gasped and leaned forward. Her hair fell like a curtain around her face, and the angle of her body exposed the line going between her breasts that drew Draco’s eyes away from the pamphlet.

“There’s some disturbing carvings in that piece.” He murmured. “Tormented faces and,”

Granger gasped. “Runes!”

Theo cleared his throat, pulling Draco’s eyes away from Granger’s hefty bust line. He met Theo’s frown with a smirk.

Granger looked up, just as their eyes pulled apart. “How did you know about all of this?” She pursed her lips and eyed him closely. “Who are you?”

Draco laughed and pointed again to the ivory carved wand. “This will be our leverage.”

Her eyes settled onto the brochure and Draco couldn’t help but smile at the vibrant curiosity in her brown eyes. It lit up her entire face and suddenly, all of the memories of watching her get excited over their studies back in school were blanketed with a new fondness. As it was when he would hear her snort.

“We need to start casing the joint.” Theo sniffed and began to fiddle about with a silver figurine. It was a Knight who had lowered to one knee and held out his hands, as if offering his sword. Except, in place of the sword was a lavish quill.

“This place is nothing like your parents.” Came Potters voice.

Everyone looked up to see a messy haired, bearded man with piercing green eyes standing in the doorway of Draco’s study.

“Thank Merlin for that,” Draco drawled as he leaned back in his seat.

Harry Potter was not as scrawny as he had been 15 years ago. He had filled out, and there was almost no boyish features left as the years had honed and carved into him with the dedication he put into his job.

“Oh, Harry, come and look at this!” Granger jumped off the desk and nodded to the desk.

Harry patted Seamus on the shoulder as he passed the wizard still playing a solitary round of Chess. Seamus grunted in response, nodding slightly at his friend.

“Hello Theo,” Harry nodded at the wizard as he stopped next to Granger.

“What is that? A wand?”

Granger quickly began regurgitating the information Draco had bestowed upon her, briefly mentioning their intent on stealing the piece for Zabini. But, she didn’t stop there. She started to spout off theories on ancient giants and and nomadic wizards, periodically mentioning Rubeus Hagrid.

Draco watched with amusement as Harry’s eyes widened occasionally at the witch’s ramblings. But he didn’t fail to notice the smile of adoration for his dear friend as he lowered his face and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Love,” Theo cut in, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Can we focus?”

She looked down at Theo’s hand and scrunched her nose before nodding.

Theo then looked to Harry and lifted a curious brow. “How did Granger manage to convince you, anyway?”

“She promised me -”

“Harry,” Hermione cut in sharply and gave a curt, almost imperceptible shake of her head.

“Granger,” Theo’s voice was like a warning.

“Theo?” She lifted her shoulder in a shrug and turned her chin up, practically sticking her nose up in the air.

“What did you promise Potter?”

“That is none of your business.” Her arms crossed and pressed against that gorgeous chest.

Theo growled and ran a furious hand through his hair.

Draco grinned at Potter, who looked mildly amused as they watched the exchange.

“Does it matter? He’s here. We have our Inside Man and our distraction. We have our demo guy,” Draco gestured to where Seamus still sat, eyes narrowed in on the charmed chess pieces.

“It matters to me.” Theo sniffed and turned his own nose up into the air.

Granger seemed to thaw at this and sighed. “It has to do with something Harry and I have been talking about for years.”

Theo’s eyes looked sidelong at her before his shoulders relaxed, his hand dropping to his side. “Fine.” He relented and gestured to Draco, as if to say, go on.

Draco grinned openly at the implied apology between the two and shook his head. He snatched up his jaw of peanut butter and spoon. “We need a dipper with quick fingers.”

Granger snorted again.

“He means a pick pocket, Hermione.” Harry informed her with a chuckle.

She rubbed at her nose and nodded. “Theo can do it, can’t he?”

“I can.” Theo nodded. “But, I would be more useful elsewhere.”

“Harry can be of use to you as well,” Draco nodded to his old nemesis. All anger and hatred seemed a distant memory that barely touched the horizon of their consciousness.

“Well, what am I going to do?” Hermione eyed Draco.

“Do you think there will only be a muggle security system in place for an ancient item labeled The Wand?” Draco scooped out a serving of peanut butter. Held it out for Granger.

She took the spoon and eyed the brochure. “You think there are wards on this item?”

“I think there are wards throughout the entirety of the museum. It’s Cambridge, after all.”

She wrapped her lips around the spoon and hummed her agreement.

“Seamus has experience in the muggle alarm system put in place.” He nodded to the wizard still playing chess.

Seamus lifted a hand. “Aye. I broke into their library once. Took hours to crack the code. Ended up blowing the locks off once we got in out of frustration.”

Granger whipped her head to look at Draco.

He grinned. “There will be no need to blow up anything at the museum, Granger. Relax.”

She pulled the spoon out of her mouth. “What do we need quick fingers for?”

Draco accepted the offered spoon and resisted the urge to lick the tiny bit of peanut butter left on the back of the spoon.

“We need them to steal a guards key card.” He twirled the spoon with his fingers. “We’ll need someone who has no problem blending in with a crowd.”

“Well,” She played with the lid of her coffee cup and avoided Harry’s lifted brow. “There is someone.”

“Oh?”

“Someone who can quickly blend into the crowd, even changing their appearance in a matter of seconds.”

“Hermione,” Harry sighed.

She shrugged with a slight cringe. “He has been known to lift items without notice.”

“I have been struggling to keep him in line for years.” He pinched his nose, shoving his signature round glasses up to his forehead.

“Well, he is rather good at it.”

“He’s a child.”

“He’s 17, actually. According to Wizarding law, he is an adult. Why, you fought a dark lord at the age of 17!”

“Andromeda will kill me if she finds out about this, Hermione.” He sighed and adjusted his glasses.

“She’ll never know.” Hermione said a little too forcibly. “Besides, Teddy has always wanted to work with you. This is the perfect opportunity.”

“Somehow, I always imagined that when he worked with me, he would be helping me enforce the law. Not break it.”

“So Teddy Lupin it is.” Theo nodded and clapped his hands together before rubbing them, enthusiastically. “Who feels like taking a trip to the Museum?”

Draco grinned as Granger practically bounced on her toes.

“I’ll go get Teddy,” Harry murmured and Seamus jumped up when his king was swept from the chess board by the opposing queen. Everyone flinched when a small fire erupted in the middle of the chess board.

They all stopped to watch as Draco’s 100 year old chess game was turned into ash.

“That was an antique, Seamus.” Draco frowned slightly.

“Oh, that reminds me.” Granger dipped into the little black purse still slung over her shoulder. Out came a slender, glass swan that Draco suddenly recalled seeing in his fathers study as a child.

Immediately upon seeing it, the memories came flying back to him. Memories of his mother smoothing a finger over the delicate little glass beak, informing Draco that it had been a gift from her great grandfather to his wife. Gifted to her before she knew they would wed. Before she had even realized she had fallen in love with the wizard.

Draco’s disbelieving laugh bubbled up his throat as he reached out for the swan Granger set gently onto his desk. He was enthralled by the bit of magic she had managed to attach to the little figurine.

When he lifted his gaze to her, she was smiling back at him. A smile that acknowledged how impressed he was, a smile that found joy in his reaction.

[graces5169]

Title: Monster

Warnings: mentions of blood, cursing, injuries

Word count: 3246

A/n: This is an updated version from my second account

Summary: Remus doubts himself in being good enough for Y/n, his friend since year one, and once she finds them in the forest after a transformation he at the end of the night has no choice but to confess

Y/ns POV

"Good morning." I greeted to the four boys before me who were already devouring their breakfast. "Morning." All of them groaned. I chuckled before taking my usual spot near Remus.

"Hey." He sheepishly murmured to me as I sat. I smiled warmly at Remus. "Hi." I replied and filled my plate with toast and eggs. "You okay?" I whispered.

It was definitely a lot quieter than normal and that was scary. It was like when a toddler went radio silent when you were in the next room. It always meant trouble.

The three other boys peeked there heads up staring at me and Remus as he murmured back a response. "Perfect." He said as his best attempt at a smile which warmed his face.

I decided to ignore the weirdness amongst everyone today and brought up topics of upcoming quidditch games, new books from the muggle world I had found, and literally anything else that would peek the interest of someone here.

After breakfast I caught up with the marauders who were headed back up to the common room.

"Hey guys wait up, why don't we head down to Hogsmeade today?" I suggested. It seemed to perk there interest. "I'll pay." I added which sealed the deal for Peter, james and Sirius but Remus still insisted on lounging back today and hanging behind.

I waved a small sad goodbye. It felt stupid to be upset over something so small, but I could tell when my friend had something bugging him and it always tore me to shreds when they didn't allow me to help.

"He's fine, just a tough day." Sirius randomly stated. I looked up at him and linked his arm with mine.

"What happened? Was it Snivellus or Malfoy again because I swear I'll hex them to an oblivion!" I snarled as my voice suddenly raised.

"No no! Nothing like that just personal problems." It was suspiciously vague and it made me mad. "Care to be specific?" He shook his head rather fast. "He must be the one to tell you."

The four of us finished up a few hours later after we filled the time with Butterbeers and laughter. Time had snuck by us and it quickly became seven at night. The boys seemed frantic to get back home and I was startled and worried at there rush.

"What's the hurry?" "Homework." Sirius replied which caused me to snort. "You three? Homework? Bullshit." "Look we just don't wanna leave Remus alone tonight, it's just family stuff and we feel bad leaving him to suffer the whole night." James stated it almost as a question as he looked around at Sirius and Peter who gave affirmative nods confirming his story.

"Family problems?" I questioned as guilt started to nip at me. "His grandpa passed away three days ago and it's taken a toll on him." James sighed.

"What? His grandpa died four years ago." Confusion clouded my thoughts. "It's what he told us." Sirius lamely argued. As soon as we reached the castle the three rushed upstairs but I was hot on there tails and followed the whole way.

When we reached the common room remus was the last one there. He sat near the fireplace with his knees tucked up to his chest.

"Rem." I whispered and went to sit right next to him. I cradled him in my arms and wrapped him in a tight hug. He accepted the gesture but once my grip was loosened his head snapped over to James, Peter and Sirius who all shook there heads.

"Sorry mate, we felt bad not saying anything. She knows your grandpa passed." Sirius apologized emphasizing his words.

"Oh right!" He frowned. "You should've told me." I whispered holding him close in my arms again. "Do you want me to stay tonight?" I asked. "No!" Remus quickly blurted.

My eyes clouded with hurt. "No! Not like that it's just you need rest to and I don't want you to get in trouble for being here." He assured unconvincingly.

"Okay." I stood up and let my hand linger in his another second before giving smiles to all and walking to my dorm where soft snores already filled the silence. I smiled sadly to myself.

Remus's POV

"Seriously! That's the best excuse you could find?" I snapped as Y/n left the room. "Sorry Mate but would you rather have let the fact your a werewolf slip?" Sirius asked raising an eyebrow. "Shhh!" I was quick to silence him not wanting any lurking ears to hear in. "No, your right I'm sorry." I mumbled.

We snuck away and made our way down to the forbidden forest where I stood impatiently with the tears already clouding my sight.

"It'll be okay." James assured giving a reassuring squeeze to my shoulder. I offered a smile and could slowly feel the pain begin.

My body had started to change slowly but surely. I was screaming in pain until I'd lost all control and howled into the night.

6:00 am

Y/ns POV

"Hey guys." I whispered. I snuck my way into there dorm only to find all empty beds. My heart clenched from worry.

"Where are you?" I whispered to myself and ran over to James side of his bed.

I felt underneath until I could grasp the rolled paper from underneath. I unrolled the map and found there locations within the forbidden forest.

I fought everything in me telling me not to go and snuck outside and into the forest.

"It hurts." I heard a whimper from an all to familiar voice and all of a sudden my feet took control. I was now sprinting desperately trying to find the voice.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." "It's okay bud, we're gonna get you help." The voices got louder and I ran and ran. "Shh." Remus shushed. "Someone's here." I could hear leaves crunching and I knew they had stood up ready to fight. I still ran.

I was close and my legs were burning in pain but my feet kept going. Until I saw him.

Remus was a bleeding, sobbing mess on the floor and Sirius and James were awkwardly stood with there wands in hand also bloodied and bruised.

"Remus!" I cried and in and instant I let my legs give out and sunk next to him hugging him carefully. I panted. "What the hell happened?" "Why are you here?" We both blurted at the same time.

"I came to check on you and you weren't there, so I took the map and followed you guys." I could hear James mutter saying something about not touching his stuff. I brushed it off and stared at remus waiting for an answer.

"Nothing important." Was all he could mutter. I sighed and decided not to press just yet. I pulled out my wand and stood up guiding James and Sirius to the floor next to remus.

I held Remus's hand as I focused on his wounds first seeing he had it the worst. "Vulnera Sanentur." I whispered and it physically hurt to hear the whimpering and cries coming from remus.

I latched onto his hand tighter and finished healing the deep wounds. The spell had cleaned the wound and healed it to what he needed but all left massive scars which made him sigh.

Now that I realized it his whole stomach and arms held loads of scars I had never noticed before. I gently placed my hand over them and slightly brushed over them with my fingers which made him flinch away.

"Sorry." I said instantly feeling I had crossed boundaries that were not meant to be crossed. He was now huddled up against a tree with his hands covering the scars on his stomach. I felt tears well in my eyes as I saw the tears stream from his.

I stood up and walked back over before crouching down to his level. I held his arm up and whispered another spell. "Episkey."

That would heal his wrist that was without a doubt fractured. "Ferula." Within an instant the rest of his wounds were covered with bandages.

I stared at him as he repositioned his hands to cover his scars again.

I sighed and let a tear slip. I placed my hand on his face and cradled his cheek. I stared at him and looked at him as if I was asking for approval.

He stared at me unsurely and I could've sworn he was considering it.

Although when he flinched away again and I saw no sign he wanted me to do what I do desperately wanted to I embarrassingly scrambled away to Sirius.

He was laying on the floor groaning in agony but still managed to shoot me a smirk, which I would've so gladly smacked from his face if he wasn't already hurt. "Shut up." I breathed.

I quickly whispered two simple spells healing up the little cuts he had and bandaging the rest.

"Hey where'd Peter go?" I asked as I made my way to James. "Slimy little git ran away, I swear he almost pissed himself, again."

I shot him a glance that made his cheeks burn red and his eyes bulged out in terror.

"Again? Is this some usual occurrence that happens amongst you idiots!" I snapped. James sheepishly looked at remus whom was now glaring daggers at him.

"No, no I just ummm." He sputtered. I placed a hand on his shoulder to wave it off. The interrogation could wait until they were all back safely.

I whispered the same two spells as I did with Sirius and helped them all stand up. I stood in between James and remus with both arms around there shoulders as best I could considering the insane height difference wal Sirius stood on the end with his arm around James shoulder.

"Almost there." I said softly. The three were now trying there best to hide there whimpers and cries of pain.

"Ah fuck it." I whispered and grabbed my wand out again. I huddled up the boys in a circle who were to tired to ask any question. "Apparition." I whispered and shut my eyes tight hoping this went right.

It was a hard spell to perfect and could end dangerously terrible if done wrong.

And thank god it hadn't. All four of us were now inside there dorm. Teleportation at its finest. I smiled proudly to myself.

Though I quickly jumped back into action at helping. I sat them down on the couch and filled up three waters and ordered them to drink. Wal they sipped there waters I grabbed clothes for them.

I took the empty glasses and placed them in the sink before helping Sirius up and taking him to the bathroom to quickly help his limp self get changed, I did the same with James and all went well with the two of them besides there obnoxious snarky comments.

Even half unconscious and they were still the same annoying gits they were every other day.

I sat both of them back on the couch and went to help remus but he grabbed his clothes and insisted he could do it himself.

I hesitated to let him do so but handed over the clothes and helped Sirius and James to there separate beds and covered the two of them pressing kisses to both of there foreheads. "Goodnight." I whispered.

Remus's POV

I winced as the fabric scratched over my skin. A burdening guilt sat in my stomach. She saw me. She saw them. Scars.

They decorated my whole body and while I was used to it I also had the advantage of long sleeve shirts and covering them with makeup.

But Y/n saw them, ripped t-shirt nothing to cover the hideousness of them. I was disgusted with myself. She must've been repulsed and I couldn't blame her. I was hideous in every way and my scars made me ten times more of the monster I already was.

My heart started to race at the thought of Y/n finding out what I was, and then my head went to the dreaded unimaginable, What if she came earlier? I could've killed her, I could've hurt her. I would've proved to her that I was a monster.

God I was a coward and in no way good for

Y/n. Unfortunately feelings didn't matter if you were bad for someone or in no way deserving of them.

It didn't matter if I was a beast and she was the princess, I still fell for her.

I finished pulling my shirt over my head and fought the urge to look away from the mirror.

In an instant images of Y/n on the floor with blood pouring from her and me standing over her. My breath got heavy and I forgot how to breathe.

I heard a knock or at least I thought I did. It was forgotten about rather quickly however as I dropped to the floor wal clutching my chest. The door handle shook and I heard Y/n whispering a spell under her breath which allowed the door to swing open.

She was by my side in seconds and held both my hands whispering me to breathe and I was safe. "Rem, look at me, hey."

I couldn't it was impossible. My breathing kept picking up its pace and before It had any chance to increase anymore Y/n kissed me. She was kissing me.

It took me a second to realize what was happening but once I comprehended, I kissed her back.

She pulled away and I was staring at her with nothing but confusion. "Wha- I-I." I stumbled on my words. Her face flushed a bright red.

"I heard holding your breath could help with panic attacks." It clearly had worked. My breathing seemed to slow and I was so focused on what just happened that I wasn't as panicked as before.

"What happened Rem?" I sighed.

No. She would leave and I didn't want her to go. Was that selfish? Holding out on the truth just to keep her for longer. Maybe, but I wasn't ready to let go.

"Please not right now." I begged. My voice trembled. Y/n didn't ask any other questions and helped me up.

She walked me over to my bed and laid me in it, covering me up she whispered a small goodnight. I closed my eyes hoping to stop the tears that were threatening to fall.

Why did I have to be a monster that everyone hated? I just wanted one good thing. And if Y/n found out she'd leave, she was my good thing. She was my everything and I couldn't have her. I couldn't keep her forever.

With that thought of knowing she wasn't mine and couldn't be, I dozed off.

"No no no!" I cried, now human, I stood over Y/ns body holding her in my arms. Sirius and James stared at me with shock.

She was bleeding out and crying for help. "Why'd you do this?" James asked demandingly.

"What? No I-I didn't mean to she was, I." Sirius interrupted me. "Monster. You killed her. Sick, and you wonder why everyone leaves." Peter appeared from behind a tree and all looked at the now limp body before chanting. "Monster, monster, monster-."

I shot awake in a cold sweat. "No!" I cried scanning my surroundings. I had found Y/n on the bed shaking me until she saw my eyes open.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry." I apologized, hugging her as tightly as one could. "Remus? What happened?" I sighed and dreadfully pulled out of her embrace.

"I had a nightmare, I killed you." I uttered embarrassed. "Rem you could never hurt me!" Y/n quickly assured. "I could!" I snapped back. "Why do you think that."

My eyes filled with a fresh wave of tears. "Y/n I'm a werewolf."

I closed my eyes and waited. I waited for the stinging in my cheek, I waited for the sounds of running on the floor and a door slamming, I waited for a scoff of disgust. I waited for her to go.

But when i peeked open an eye like a kid at a scary movie I found all my fears to be just that, fears.

Y/n was still here. Right in front of me with a soft smile.

"So?" It was a question no one ever asked. Everyone assumed the worst before asking why it was such a horrible thing. "So? Y/n I could've killed you if you came any earlier to that forest!"

"But you didn't." She sat down on the bed right in front of me in between my legs and stretched her legs out past me. "But I could have." Y/n out a hand out signaling me to stop.

"Remus we could go back and forth all night. But in the end, you could never hurt me, you never will, because I know you, you could never hurt me not even when out of control. I trust you and you need to learn to trust yourself to."

I cried. "Y/n, I'm a monster and-and what about the scars? They don't go away." My voice broke.

"So what about the scars Remus they make you, you. They make you the boy that I love." I stared at her in shock not in understanding of what way she meant "she loved me."

I placed my hands on her face and stared into her eyes. "Can I kiss you?" Y/n laughed and nodded.

I slowly and hesitantly brought my face closer to hers, I could feel her breath on my face, and my heart raced.

My lips hovered inches from hers. "Are you sure?" I whispered.

Though instead of speaking Y/n wordlessly brought a hand behind my head and smashed her lips against mine.

I immediately kissed her back and our lips found a rhythm. The kiss was passionate and hesitant and gentle.

When I pulled away I placed my forehead against hers with my hands still on her face. "And Remus, don't ever refer to yourself as a monster again." I nodded.

"Please never leave?" Her hand rested on my knee. "Promise." "I love you." I whispered. "I love you to. So much."

Y/ns POV

"You think they did it?" "Ay mate shut up they'll hear you." "Does she know?" "How would I know?" "She definitely knows."

I opened my eyes and saw Sirius and James bickering over top of me. "I know." I whispered with my cheeks tinted pink.

My face turned a deeper shade of red once I realized Remus had both arms wrapped around me holding me tightly.

"And you stayed?" Sirius asked, you could tell he was shocked and it broke my heart knowing that no one ever stayed for him. "Why would I have any reason to leave?" I smiled up at Remus.

Who could think he was a monster?

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Do you have any fave fics where Harry isn't white? I love the headcanon that the Potters came from India!

We looooove a Desi Harry over here! Please enjoy all these fics with a PoC!Harry:

● Survival Is A Talent by ShanaStoryteller. Rated M, word count 442k. (Current WIP, updated very regularly.)

In the middle of their second year, Draco and Harry discover they're soulmates and do their best to keep it a secret from everyone.

Their best isn't perfect.

● A Half Life, A Cursed Life by houseofhibrideanblacks, thestralsofspinnersend. Rated Explicit, word count 48k.

Harry Potter has decided to die. Draco Malfoy may be the only one who has noticed.

● Stately Homes Of Wiltshire by waspabi. Rated Explicit, word count 57k.

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

● Far From The Tree by aideomai. Rated Explicit, word count 112k.

The arrival of Harry Potter’s children—snapped back in time, the children themselves guessed, twenty or so years—was the most interesting thing to happen at Hogwarts for years.

● Sensitive Touch. Rated Explicit, word count 194k. (Desi! and Autistic!Harry)

When Draco Malfoy encounters a struggling and frustrated Harry desperately trying to tie his shoes after a meltdown in the Great Hall, his curiosity regarding the incident leads him to seek the help of the two people closest to Harry: Ron and Hermione.

After even they are shocked to hear the extent of Harry's issues, though Hermione had her suspicions, he discovers more about the man than he ever thought he knew before.

● Harry Potter And The Future He Doesn't Really Want, Thanks. Rated Explicit, word count 70k.

It was addictive, the feeling of Draco Malfoy telling him things in a soft voice early in the morning. Harry felt like he was taming a wild animal, or petting a cat that hated everybody else. This train existed outside of time, that was the only explanation Harry could come up with as to why Malfoy was actually having a civil conversation with him right now.

● Hermione Granger's Hogwarts Crammer For Delinquents On The Run by waspabi. Rated M, word count 93k.

'You're a wizard, Harry' is easier to hear from a half-giant when you're eleven, rather than from some kids on a tube platform when you're seventeen and late for work.

● Changing Tides by carpemermaid. Rated Explicit, word count 109k.

Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge.

● From The Dungeons series by huntersg1rl. Word count 151k. (WIP rewrite of entire HP series)

One conversation goes just the slightest bit differently. Just how much can that actually change?

The answer: a lot.

● Phoenix Repair Services by carpemermaid. Rated Explicit, word count 20k.

Phoenix Repair Services — We’ll bring it back to life as if it was new!

Draco hires a suspiciously private wizarding handyman to fix his kitchen when he returns home to find it destroyed. He expects a middle-aged wizard with greying hair and a pudgy gut to show up. Instead, he gets Harry Potter—with a utility belt and a charming smile—who is more attractive than he has any right to be.

● Wild. Rated Explicit, word count 92k.

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.”

“I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

● Day Shift by prolix. Rated Explicit, word count 22k.

Auror Draco Malfoy has been relegated to patrol duty again. After a long shift, he stumbles upon a new coffee shop on Diagon Alley and finds himself being served coffee by none other than Harry Potter. Charmed, Draco can’t help but go back again and again in order to get a glimpse of what’s become of the wizarding world’s Golden Boy—and to get his weekly fix of caffeine, of course. But, as time passes, Potter’s mind seems to be occupied with more than just coffee… and it’s up to Draco to figure out what’s going on.

● Green Light by prolix. Rated M, word count 17k.

Avoiding the dissolution of your relationship by taking an impromptu trip to India seems like a bad idea. In this case, it turns out to be a rather good one.