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depoemdawg · 2 months ago

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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.

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.

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!

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satansapostle6 · 5 months ago

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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.”

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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.

Chapter Four

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seriousbrat · 13 days ago

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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.

#replies #black family #pureblood society #i do bring this up a little in this part of my fic!#mostly with bellatrix. but avery's dad is also a notorious rake who is constantly having affairs #his wife does eventually leave him though! good for her!

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elliebyrrdwrites · 7 months ago

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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.

#my writing #dramione #fanfic #dramione fanfic #harry potter #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #idiots in love #theodore nott #theo nott #theodore nott imagine #theo and hermione #theo and draco #partners in crime #seamus finnigan #blaise zabini #teddy lupin

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l-lenny · 1 year ago

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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.

#fred weasley #viktor krum x reader #viktor krum #viktor #hogwarts #durmstrang #triwizard tournament #no voldemort au #triwizard champions #triwizard cup #goblet of fire #harry potter ff #hp fanfic #fanfic #harry potter

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wisteria-lodge · 1 month ago

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Chapter one of Harry Potter and Malfoy’s Suspicious New Interest, the Harry/Draco fic that runs parallel to Prison of the Phoenix is going up later tonight!

Here we've got the art for the first chapter, "Rumors and Remus." I'm going old school for this one (so of course we need greyscale pastel chapter art) and trying to see if I can nail Harry's Book 4 narrative voice. More fun to tell a Harry/Draco story that way.

I've always wanted to do interlocking fanfics, I mean it is just *the* perfect format for it. So this is really fun for me.

#hp #the prison of the phoenix #malfoys suspicious new interest #my fic #wisteria writes #drarry #draco x harry

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graces5169 · 2 years ago

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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?

#james potter #sirius black #the marauders #marauders #remus lupin

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drarryficrecs · 3 years ago

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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.

#drarry #drarryficrecs #PoC!Harry

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𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this took me over a week to write because i was extremely lazy. this has quite a few american references. huge thank you to @marcela6malfoy and to everyone in the hp event! i love you guys! enjoy! <3

summary: draco and y/n, famous actors, loathe each other for separate reasons. although both are on the fast track to become a-listers, you know what'd get them there quicker? a fake relationship for the publicity. in the end, will it still be an act?

warnings/content: make out sesh, mentions of alcohol and smoking (none done by the reader) one instance of sexual harassment, cursing, angst w/ fluff ending, fame au, fem!reader

word count: 8.62k

reading time: 34 min, 28 sec

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I. BUSINESS OR PLEASURE?

"Look, Y/N, do you know why I called you here?" Y/N's manager, Dusty, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Y/N snatched the cigarette, putting it out in his untouched glass of water - he would've gone feral had it been in his glass of wine. "No, I don't, D, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that you told me you'd quit smoking?" She asked, scanning the menu for something high in carbs, like a nice grilled cheese.

Dusty rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, sweetheart, this is your career. I don't call the shots. You do. So what you're willing to do to advance yourself in this dark, dark world of Hollywood is up to you." He said, pointing to her heart, making her roll her eyes. "With that said, I called you here, on your day off, with a proposal."

Y/N looked at her manager suspiciously, taking a sip of her tea. "A proposal?" He nodded. "What kind of proposal, exactly?" She said, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Think of it as a business one." He said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, your new movie's coming out next year." He said, carefully observing Y/N's unsure expressions. "What would you say if I could get you on the A-list by, say, the end of this winter?"

"I'm listening." Y/N said, ignoring one of the paparazzo's pleas for her to smile for the camera from the other side of the bamboo separating the restaurant and the sidewalk.

"Draco Malfoy-"

"And... that's where I go deaf." Y/N said, leaning back in her chair to show her immediate disinterest, as she quickly answered a text from a casting director.

"No, no, Y/N, wait." He said, pulling his chair closer to the actress, who was still aggravated by the mention of the blond's name. "Listen to me, Y/N. Mr. Malfoy not only has immense talent-"

"-but immense self-importance, too. I can't work with someone who's only going to criticize my every move! And besides that, Dusty, he's quite simply intolerable."

Dusty placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to calm her. "But you haven't heard the rest - you wouldn't be working with him, Y/N." He said, smiling as Y/N's eyebrows raised in interest. "You'd be dating him!"

"Oh, cut me a fucking break. This isn't a business proposal; it's your death wish." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

Her manager looked down at the menu in front of him and back at Y/N. "This could mean the beginning of your career's legacy, Y/N. Don't do this for him. Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

"He stole a role that could have gotten me millions, Dusty!" She exclaimed, recounting their history.

Years before that day, Y/N and Draco had only brushed paths a few times, none of them interested in each other enough to make any attempt at a conversation with the other.

On one of those fateful days, a casting call took place. The casting director had been up to her elbows in stress. Both Draco and Y/N would have been perfect for the role. All there was left to decide was if the main character would be named Neo or Nova.

Draco ran to his father, infamous in Hollywood for buying (and sleeping) his way to the top. Draco's father bribed the director to give Draco the role, and the rest was history.

"You know what? I'll do it. Fuck. What've I got to lose, right? Just my dignity..." Y/N muttered to herself.

Her manager nodded, understanding. "Perfect! I'll call his manager and let her know right away!" He smiled, letting his foot rest on his knee as he quickly dialed a number. "Stephanie? Splendid! Listen, I've got good news for you..."

II. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"And we're only meeting for..."

"Just a few minutes to discuss business matters, nothing too out of the ordinary." Dusty answered, licking his finger and fixing a stray strand of hair on his head. Y/N watched him in fascination, never having seen him primp himself before. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey, uh, listen, Y/N; I know you don't like the guy. But just try to be likable. This could mean millions for you." He said, causing Y/N to nod, watching as he swallowed some breath spray, coughing some of it out.

Soon after their short conversation, the elevator doors opened to a large penthouse - perfect for a bleach-blond diva like Draco Malfoy. It was one of the many estates he owned. Being British, he used his home in LA strictly for business. Still, his apartment was decently decorated and mostly gave the impression that he had good interior design taste.

A man in formal wear, presumably the butler, rushed up to the pair, taking their coats and storing them in the coatroom.

"Y/N, Dusty, you made it!" Stephanie announced, going in for a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "Stephanie Romano, Draco's manager, so nice to meet you." She nodded, shaking Y/N's hand before going on to greet Dusty. "Oh, Dusty, it's been so long!" She said, making Dusty giggle like a little girl when she held his face close, kissing each cheek.

Y/N went to greet Draco on her own, shaking his hand firmly. "Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Y/N said, trying to mask her disgust with the man in front of her.

"Draco Malfoy." He said as if he was stating the obvious - as if everyone should know who he is.

When everyone was acquainted, they walked to the living room, fit for a bachelor such as Draco. His oil portrait was hung over the wide brick fireplace, making his head seem as big as his ego.

"Champagne?" Stephanie fake laughed as she poured herself a glass, which Y/N shook her head to.

Dusty nudged her in the arm, muttering a "be likable" through a fake smile.

"No, thank you, Stephanie." She smiled, and through the corner of her eye, she swore she could've seen Draco roll his eyes. "Let's just get the ball rollin', shall we?"

"Right, well, I've already discussed with Draco. We're hoping with this relationship," Draco and Y/N grimaced at the word, Stephanie noticing. "partnership, that both of you can grow as celebrities. Like Dusty proposed, Y/N, I'm sure this will get you on the A-list by the end of winter."

"Hm," Draco scoffed. "won't take me that long." He said, his eyes fixated on the coffee table that separated him and Y/N.

Stephanie took a deep breath, realizing he was due for another social training. "Right, well, Y/N, I'm just going to need you to sign a few things so that we can have your agreement in writing." She smiled, pulling out her tablet, which held all her important documents.

"Have you signed these, as well?" Y/N asked Draco, who seemed like he'd rather pick his nose and eat his boogers than in this predicament. "Excuse me, I'm speaking to you." She raised her voice, annoyed by the childish act Draco was holding up.

"Mr. Malfoy has signed these papers, yes." Stephanie answered for her client, her skin crimson from embarrassment. "Just sign at the bottom of each page." She said, handing Y/N a stylus.

Y/N took a few minutes to read the rest of the agreements while Dusty and Stephanie flirted endlessly. "Says here I'd have to partake in physical affection." She interrupted, raising a brow.

"That's right." Stephanie said, nodding.

"Well, to what degree are you insinuating?" Y/N asked, looking down at the empty space that awaited her electronic signature.

Dusty cut in, clearing his throat before doing so. "Just the regular hand-holding, kiss, cuddling in public places, all that jazz." He said, bouncing his leg restlessly.

Y/N nodded, continuing to read the agreement. "And how long do you expect us to keep this act going on?" She asked. "Your contract doesn't give a deadline."

"Christ, it's a relationship, not a homework assignment." Draco stated, annoyed. "We're done when I'm at the top of the game."

"I wasn't talking to you." Y/N sneered, looking at Stephanie, who was frozen. "How long?"

"It's January now; let's just say the first of April?" She asked all three, who were mulling it over in their heads.

"Fine by me." Y/N said, sighing deeply as she signed her name on the last page of their contract. "So, when do we start?" She asked, looking briefly at Draco, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. She made a mental note of him always having his eyes on her, observing her - as if she was some kind of science project.

"Well, we need to ease into this." Stephanie answered, nervously picking lint off of her skirt. "Both of you have a very... possessive fanbase. We wouldn't want them to feel like we were just springing this on them."

"Right, and we want you to feel comfortable with each other first." Dusty said, taking a swig of the whiskey he had in his flask. "That's why you two are going out for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?" Y/N and Draco said in unison, glaring at each other.

"Coffee." Stephanie confirmed, nodding. "Something quick, won't tip your schedules off too much, and low-key. It'll give you a nice chance to get to know each other."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, already not liking the idea of having to spend an hour with the blond. "and what about paparazzi?"

Dusty cut in. "Already taken care of. Tipped them that both of you would be on the other side of town tomorrow morning, so make sure you both are on time."

"Alright." Y/N smiled. "Well, Stephanie, it's been a pleasure." She said, shaking her hand. "Draco." She nodded, thanking the butler for her belongings. "See ya tomorrow." She said, her voice trailing off as the elevator doors closed in front of her and her manager.

Dusty grinned a toothy grin at Y/N, who shook her head. "Better hope that groundhog buys you another six weeks of winter." Y/N said quietly, shrugging on her coat. "Because I have a feeling this is gonna take a long while."

III. BAD DATE

"Hey, I've been waiting for you forever." Draco said to Y/N, who'd just arrived.

She gave him a flat look before speaking. "I fucking saw you get dropped off by your driver a minute ago."

Draco shrugged, opening the door for Y/N before walking inside.

"Hi, what can I-"

"I'll have a short black coffee." He interrupted, pulling out a couple of $50 bills and slipping them to the cashier. "Make it snappy. I got somewhere to be." He whispered to the teenage boy behind the register before turning to Y/N. "Well? Don't just stare at me, order."

Y/N picked her jaw up from the floor and turned to the dumbfounded boy. "Just a tall hot chocolate, please. Thanks." She smiled apologetically as Draco swiped his card to pay for their drinks. "We should probably find someplace to sit while we wait." Y/N said, still shocked at how easy Draco found it to be rude.

"I'll get our drinks, you go sit. I'm texting someone right now." He said, waving her off, his eyes stuck on his screen.

"God, you're like a teenager." She said, scoffing as she found a small booth in the corner.

She was about to text Dusty with an update when Draco came by with the drinks, almost spilling them by how roughly he placed them on the table. "This place is filled with idiots." He sighed, sitting down as he took a sip of his beverage. "I asked for a black coffee, and one of them asks if I'd like sugar." He scoffed, sipping his drink some more.

Y/N swallowed down yet another urge to punch him in the throat when she remembered her status in the celebrity world. "So, what do you do for-"

"Hold on, hold on, I have to take this." Draco said, holding up a hand as he answered a call on his phone. "Hey, man. Nothing, just drinking my morning coffee. Yeah, yeah, how's the wife?"

Y/N drank her hot chocolate, looking around the room for anything even remotely more interesting than Draco's conversation.

Three men, all dressed in business suits, an old lady ordering a Trenta iced coffee, and two young girls peeking at Y/N over their books, whispering to each other.

Y/N's brows furrowed until she realized what they were doing.

Ping!

Y/N's phone lit up with an Instagram notification saying that @y/ny/l/n and @dracomalfoy had been tagged at one of the Starbucks locations. "Oh, shit." She said, watching at how quickly paparazzi clamored outside the store, just waiting to snap a pic of her and Draco together.

Y/N took a look at Draco, who was still talking loudly on the phone, and touched his hand briefly to get his attention. "I'm just gonna go to the girls' room, be right back." She smiled as Draco nodded dismissively.

Little did he know she would not, in fact, "be right back."

"Hey, is this the back entrance?" She asked an employee, who seemed to recognize her.

The employee nodded quickly. "Yes, it is! Oh, my God, Ms. Y/L/N, I love your work, I-"

"Call me Y/N. Do you think I could get out through here without the paps noticing?" She asked, smiling, pointing at the entrance now flooded with paparazzi.

"Yes, you can! Y/N, wait!" She said before Y/N could turn around to leave. "Could I please just have your autograph? For my little sister, Tina." She asked, pulling out a sharpie from her apron and handing her an unused cup.

"Of course." Y/N nodded. "Tina." She said, quickly writing a thank you note. "Thank you so much!" She whispered, quickly slipping through the back entrance before any other employees noticed.

Draco had been drinking his coffee for a few minutes before he saw someone, who wasn't Y/N, come out of the single-stalled restroom. "Shit." He muttered, noticing the hoard of paparazzi outside the establishment.

He dialed Y/N's number, having to call Stephanie to ask for it first. It rang a second before being sent to voicemail.

Hey, it's Y/N Y/L/N! I'm not here right now, but shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I-

"Bullshit." Draco said, hanging up before getting an idea. "Hey, Dusty, I was just wondering where Y/N is." Draco said on the phone with Y/N's manager. "She said she was going to the restroom, but she hasn't returned in twenty minutes. I thought everything was going great! We were talking about our careers and discussed a second date!" He lied with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is there something I don't know? Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, God." Dusty said to himself, disappointed. "Yes, Draco. Unfortunately, Y/N's been at home for the past few minutes. I'm so sorry about this. I know it's extremely unprofessional," He said as if he were reprimanding Y/N through the other side of the phone. "We'll work this out tonight, I promise."

And they did - in marriage counseling.

IV. COUPLES' THERAPY

"For this to work, you need to trust each other." The shrink said, watching the two's mannerisms as their eyes flitted around the room uncomfortably. She held her hands in her laps as she spoke. "How about an apology to one another?"

Draco sighed while Y/N nodded. "Sorry." Draco said underneath his breath, causing Stephanie to shoot him a sharp look.

"Like you mean it." She said, intimidating even the shrink.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco huffed, as Y/N said it back, with the same lack of enthusiasm.

"Lovely! Oh, we're making progress! Would it be a reach if I asked you two to hug-"

"Actually, we're not there yet." Y/N smiled, waving her goodbye and thanking her as Stephanie escorted her out.

Stephanie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne as she sat back down on the couch with her tablet. "Tomorrow, at 9AM, you two have an appearance at the Getty Museum. This was going to be your "coming out" as a couple. But, since the paparazzi managed to get photos of you today," Y/N grimaced at the mention of the coffee shop fiasco, embarrassed. "it'll be more of a confirmation to the press that you're together."

Dusty continued Stephanie's statement, subtly winking at her, which she blushed at. "Additionally, the designer brand Gli Astro wants to do a collaboration with you both and will be dressing you tomorrow. Stephanie and I will meet you here at 7AM. Don't be late."

V. THE MUSEUM

"Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't it be, "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about dating Andrew Garfield?"" Y/N said, fiddling with her trench coat as her makeup artist put the last touches on her eyeshadow.

"Y/N, as much as I'd love for you to be Megan Fox-" Draco said from his pedestal beside Y/N.

"Shut up, both of you. Before Petro comes back." Dusty cut Draco off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're giving me a grade A migraine." He said, helping Y/N step down from the pedestal she was on.

Petro, the fashion executive of the brand Y/N and Draco, were modeling for, spoke as he entered the room, wheeling a vast mirror behind him. "My genius is done. What do you think?" He asked, pulling Draco to stand side-by-side next to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, stuffing down a laugh at how different Draco looked wearing anything but black. "I think we look great. Don't you, love?" She asked, leaning her head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco looked in the mirror; his jaw dropped. He thought he looked horrible, especially in "gardenia cream." Draco threw an arm around Y/N, pulling her close to him, despite feeling her muscles tense at his touch. "I think you look beautiful, angel." He said, looking down at her before 'lovingly' kissing her forehead. He noted the warm scent of her hair while doing so, having to remind himself of his distaste. Y/N glared at him menacingly before shrugging his arm off, coming up with the excuse that he was pulling her coat off.

"My work always brings lovebirds together. I am brilliant." Petro said, swooning at himself. "You must go. It is almost time for my hard labor to be enjoyed by the public!" He said, ignoring the angered looks on the other stylists' faces. "Go, go, go!" He said, rushing Y/N and Draco into the elevator, even pushing the lobby button for them.

As the metal doors closed, their reflection chased them. "God, we look like fucking Fred and George Weasley." Draco said, referring to the twin jokester comedians, as he stared at the reflective doors in front of him in disgust. They wore the same color palette that, somehow, made Draco look washed out, but Y/N look like the star of the show.

"We don't look that bad." Y/N laughed, looking up from her feet to look into their reflection once more. "Well, I don't, at least." She said, snickering at the scowl that was still on Draco's face.

Draco grabbed Y/N's hand as they entered the lobby, interlacing their fingers together. Paparazzi and fans screamed at them in craze as they threw questions at them, praying one of them would catch them. "Smile, precious." He said quietly into Y/N's ear as she waved at the cameras, trying to stay upright as the lights temporarily robbed her sight.

"That ensemble is beautiful! Who designed it?"

"What's your exercise regimen like?"

"Can you confirm recent statements that say you and Draco are dat-"

"Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. Malfoy." A chauffeur greeted, opening the door for the two as they slid into the backseat.

"It's crazy out there." Y/N said to herself, adjusting her hair.

Draco sighed, ending it with a small laugh. "Your fans are crazy." He said, messing with his hair, which had been ruffled by a teen girl who wore Y/N's merchandise.

Y/N shook her head, fighting a smile. "You know where to go, right?" She asked the driver, watching his eyes through his rearview mirror.

"Yes, miss. We will be there in five minutes if traffic allows." He said promptly. "Would you and your boyfriend like some privacy?" He asked, his finger lingering over the partition button.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled, watching the last of his eyes disappear before being covered up by a black wall. "Gotta act like a couple, right?" She shrugged, looking outside Draco's tinted window. "Seems like you've a big fan there." She said quietly, pointing to a young woman who held up a glittery and flashy sign.

"Marry me, Draco." He read to himself, half-laughing at the shirt she wore with a Photoshopped picture of him and her, holding hands. "You certainly must've broken her heart." He joked, his voice steady, as he took in the sight of Y/N. Despite his dislike for her, he'd admit it - she was gorgeous, especially in the colors Petro dressed her in.

She shrugged again, laughing very slightly. "Should've told her you have a girlfriend before you got involved." She teased, looking out her window, watching as the palm trees of Los Angeles swayed in the wind.

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. "We're here." The chauffeur said, opening Y/N's door for her as Draco slid out the same side. "Thanks." He said, handing him a $50 bill for his tip.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled, giving the driver $51, which didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. "Look happy!" She said in a sing-song voice, smiling again for the cameras and fans crowded around the main entrance.

"Y/N, Y/N! Are you and Draco together? Can you confirm?" One reporter asked, waving his microphone rapidly between the two.

Y/N nodded as Draco took the mic and spoke into it. "We can confirm we are together, yes." He smiled down at Y/N, who was beaming, swinging their hands. "Thank you!" He said, leading Y/N towards the entrance.

"Draco, just a minute of your time, please! How long have you and Y/N been together? Any upcoming projects?" Another reporter asked, ignoring Y/N, who stood right next to Draco.

"Uh, I'll let Y/N answer that question since I stole her question back there." Draco half-laughed, unable to hear himself over all the "who are you wearing?"' s.

"We've been together for a few months." Y/N smiled, giving a lovesick look at Draco. It was obviously fake to him, but others didn't need to know that. "Nothing in the works!" She said as Draco pulled her to keep walking, the crowd and flashing lights beginning to overheat the two of them.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!" was the last thing the pair heard before they finally made it inside, where there was a distinct absence of paparazzi.

Y/N and Draco made their way to the front desk. "Good morning. We're just here to redeem some tickets." Draco said, pulling out his phone.

"I have them ready and printed right here! Please enjoy your afternoon." The customer service said, handing them two laminated tickets.

"Thank you!" Y/N said before Draco whisked her off to the exhibit.

Draco turned to Y/N, their fingers still intertwined. "You know, you are so... fake." He said, shaking his head as he put their tickets in his pocket.

"Me?" Y/N emphasized, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're one to talk. Looking at me like that with the press?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, using the exact same expression Y/N was talking about. "I'm an actor, am I not?" He asked, smiling, not wanting the press to make up some elaborate story about their "public fight" because they were caught scowling at each other.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing. "You really only care about yourself."

The pair stopped talking and instead watched art pieces together in silence. Draco let out a slow whistle, indicating he was bored, pulling Y/N's hand to go see the next piece, but she stayed planted, feet on the floor.

"Are we not going?" Draco whispered to her as she took a deep breath, continuing to look at the painting in front of her.

"No. This is my favorite piece they have here." She said, eyeing 'Irises,' painted by Vincent Van Gogh.

Draco sighed, guiding her to a bench that a couple had just left. "Well, since we're going to stay here all eternity, we might as well get comfortable." He said passively, making Y/N bite the side of her cheek in order not to let out a laugh.

Minutes passed of Y/N watching the piece, mumbling to herself. "You look crazy. You know that, right?" He asked, watching her tilt her head at the painting.

"I see you're not used to being left alone with your thoughts this long." She said, looking into Draco's eyes. "Just look at it."

Draco stared at the painting, both not noticing that they were getting closer to each other. "I don't see anything-"

"You think so much. What-"

"As opposed to you thinking so little?" Draco retorted, which caused Y/N to smile brightly, noticing another paparazzo in disguise behind him.

"Look at the painting again." She repeated. "What do you feel? What does it make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened as he sat at the bench, finally understanding what Y/N was going on about, not wanting to admit it. "I feel... like I want to leave."

"Ugh." Y/N groaned. "Let's just go to the blue bed."

"The blue bed?" Draco asked, looking at her worriedly.

Y/N half-laughed, unconsciously squeezing his hand. "It's, um... well, you'll see." She said as they walked past halls to reach the room with a giant blue bed. It was an art piece composed of ostrich feathers, gilded iron, and silk.

"This is..."

"Cool, isn't it?" She asked, letting go of Draco's hand to get up close and inspect the details on the headboard. "This must have taken months..."

"It's... a bed?" He said, unable to have much appreciation for this art style. "I think you've officially lost your mind." He whispered to Y/N lowly, watching her in awe at how someone could be so fascinated with something so unimportant. "I can get something nicer from Ikea."

"Oh, my God. That's not the point, Draco. This is the kind of bed royals would sleep in back in the 18th century. It's art!" She continued, despite Draco rolling his eyes. "Did you know a bed like this was quite a status symbol? In fact, one French king owned, like, 400 of them." She said, looking back at the bed.

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "Hm. Maybe I'll buy one, then."

"Please don't. They're hideous." She said while Draco laughed at her comment.

The pair walked throughout the museum with the same dynamic seen previously. Again, one would be enthused, the other just hungry and ready to leave.

Despite Y/N's conscience, Draco wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. At least not at the near-surface.

And despite Draco's, Y/N was quite humble about her successes, not feeling the need to bring them up like him. Unfortunately, the reminder that some are more evolved than the blond sent him spiraling back into his aversion for the young actress.

"You can suck my fucking balls." Draco said, smiling in a way only Y/N and their managers could see through. A waiter walking by had overheard, her eyes widening in shock.

"Mm, always been the classy one, Draco." She responded back, smiling softly. "You're so uptight, the stick up your ass is nearly coming out your mouth." She said, delicately caressing his hair, twirling her fingers through some loose curls that covered the nape of his neck.

It felt nice to be touched like that. Even when Y/N was saying such vulgar things. It was almost like if her touch would be as soft as it was, he didn't mind it.

Dusty and Stephanie hid the urge to roll their eyes while in the company of each other. Instead, Dusty spoke up. "Enough, you two. You've stalled long enough. You owe the paps a kiss." He said, tilting his head towards the mounds of paparazzi outside the window.

Draco looked at Stephanie with a look she would've giggled at if it wasn't so immature. Y/N seemed as if she was about to throw up, and that wasn't saying much compared to how she'd looked for the past thirty minutes.

Y/N was the first to turn to Draco. She eyed his lips for a second before her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed, pulling the back of his head towards her as she closed the gap between them.

Stephanie smiled, putting more sauce on her Caesar salad as they pulled apart. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

It really wasn't, not for Draco and not for Y/N. But both were too proud to admit that kissing each other wasn't an entirely utterly horrific experience like they were making it seem.

His lips were soft, warm. It's not like he was sloppy. He was the mere opposite, in fact. And Y/N was anything but uncalculated. Still, it seemed to Y/N that Draco would've rather gone broke than kiss her again.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the meal, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

"So, tomorrow's the filming for the Super Bowl. Are you two excited?" Stephanie asked, fighting Dusty for the check.

Draco looked at Y/N in confusion, as if she ever knew what they were talking about. "What filming?" He asked, his cheeks turning red when his voice cracked with nervousness.

Dusty cleared his throat, slipping his credit card in the bill folder. "The Super Bowl has asked you to film a short commercial to get people excited for the game."

"Where are our scripts?" Y/N sighed, not in the mood to argue.

"Right here." Stephanie said, taking out her portfolio folder and handing each of them the one-page script. "It's a bit..."

"Sensual?" Y/N finished her sentence, going through the lines again, which included moaning.

She'd done scenes like that before. But always with somebody charismatic like Mark Ruffalo. Never with someone as stuck-up as Draco.

Stephanie nodded, shrugging her shoulders up. "It's the best I could do. People want to see you together."

Draco placed the script face down on the table. "Steph, half of my family's going to watch me practically dry hump Y/N." He said, making Y/N sink in her seat, embarrassed. "Isn't there any way-"

Dusty shook his head profusely. "This deal will get each of you $1 million. Just for a little bit of kissing that'll last about a minute, tops. Are you sure you're willing to pass up that offer?"

Y/N shook her head slowly, and Draco followed as if he was getting reprimanded by his mother. "Wonderful." Stephanie said, getting up, Draco following. "We'll see you two tomorrow." She said, giving Dusty a very long hug.

Draco drew Y/N close, eyeing the paparazzi, whispering something incomprehensible to them into her ear. "Pretend you're laughing and kiss my forehead." He said, rubbing her back as her arms were settled comfortably around his torso.

Y/N pulled away, mustering up a fake laugh that made it no wonder she'd gotten so many acting awards. "Bye, love." She said quietly, kissing his forehead. She'd realized the paparazzi weren't able to decipher what she was saying, especially not with her back to them. But between the warm affection and all the commotion surrounding them, she'd gotten caught in the moment.

Their managers watched them exchange sentiments with each other. Their jaws dropped at how they could be so close and tender, despite how they supposedly felt about each other.

"Uh… bye, Steph, it's always nice seeing you." Y/N smiled awkwardly, ashamed she'd let herself get so caught up in Draco's aura. His eyes bore into the side of her head.

"Bye, my dear." She whispered before pulling away, watching Y/N's ashamed expression as they walked away.

"Are you still acting, Y/N?" Dusty said, leading her to the car parked outside, waiting to take her home.

VI. STEAM

The director paced the room as Y/N anxiously pulled her shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible before she had to get rid of her modesty again. "So, how about we do the kissing smooch smooch, blah blah blah, and the dialogue in between, then break the fourth wall?"

Draco nodded, still feeling awkward from what happened the day prior. Y/N nodded, too, afraid any word she said would come out wrong. It was the fifth take the director asked for. Any more, and you'd wonder if he was getting hot to it.

"Alright, let's do this, we got thirty minutes' till lunch, and I'm not stopping until it's perfect." He said, sitting back down in his director's chair. "And... action!"

Draco rolled on top of Y/N, his hand lingering up her torso under her shirt, as the script said. His wet kisses lingered on her skin as he began getting rougher, his grip on her tighter. "Good thing everyone's gone tonight." He whispered his lines, unknowingly over a spot Y/N felt dizzy for.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, suppressing a moan to save herself further embarrassment as Draco's warm hands squeezed around her waist even more.

"For the Super Bowl." Draco said softly as Y/N took her cue to switch their positions, so he was now under her. Draco moaned her name quietly, although both the microphone and Y/N picked up on it.

"Oh, right." She said, kissing down his chest, each kiss longer than the last. She moaned into his skin, sending vibrations lower than she'd planned. Then, she turned to the camera beside her and Draco, looking in the lens, as Draco followed a second later. "You are coming to the Super Bowl, right?"

"And... cut!" The director said excitedly. "That's it, that's a wrap! That was perfect, you two, really great work." He said, adjusting his pants.

Dusty, standing by, quickly handed her a pair of shorts, socks, and shoes as Stephanie gave Draco a shirt.

Draco nodded at Y/N and headed to the sound editor, who sat in a corner on his third cup of coffee. "Hey, man, could you fix the part where-"

"The part where you moaned her name? Already on it, Post can fix anything." He said almost robotically, his eyes glued to the screen as he typed at lightspeed.

"Thanks, man." He said, sighing as he headed out the building to his trailer.

Y/N retreated to her trailer soon after, having overheard the conversation between Draco and the sound editor. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing when she felt something poking the arch of her foot. She took her sneakers off to reveal a silver ring engraved 'DM.'

This must've come off while he was touching my- Y/N shook the thought as quickly as it came, utterly afraid of herself and her feelings at the moment.

She walked out of her trailer, nearly tripping over one of the steps for focusing so much on what she was going to say once she got in. She knocked on Draco's door twice before walking in.

"Hey, Draco, you left your- oh, God." She said, covering her eyes. Some girl, who looked remarkably like Y/N (Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and her same smile), gasped in shock. She removed herself from on top of Draco, utterly embarrassed that she'd been kissing a taken man. "I'm- I'm sorry." Y/N said to Draco, dropping the ring on a table. Beginning to step out, she took a deep breath, walking quickly back to her trailer.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Draco exclaimed, pulling on his shirt quickly as he let himself into her trailer. "Y/N." He said softly, watching her pack up her belongings.

She sniffled very slightly, afraid he'd notice the tears pooling up in her eyes. "I should've waited for you to answer the door. It's my fault." She said, looking down at her feet. Never in her life did she regret having met him more than in that moment. She'd fallen for him - Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious, self-absorbed asshole. She'd fallen for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

"Y/N, please just let me talk to you." Draco said, holding her in place by her arms.

Y/N's lip quivered as she inhaled his scent, something she'd learned to miss when in its absence. "There's nothing to talk about, Draco. You're allowed to have a life. It's not like this is real, anyway." She said, pulling a sweater on.

"What do you mean this isn't real? Y/N, of course, it's real! We signed a contract!" Draco yelled, making Y/N shake from holding in her sobs. "For fuck's sake, you're an actress! Act like you love me back!" He said, making Y/N wipe several tears out of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, holding back everything she could, including her true sentiments for him. "Acting and lying are polar things, Draco." She said, a tear sliding down her cheek. Draco swore his heart had never been so sore. "We have to make a brief appearance before we go home. Are you coming?" She said, sniffling her nose once more, extending her hand for him to hold.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than he ever had, as if to show his hurt, knowing she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to just leave her alone. Then, as they made their way out of the building, where paparazzi were piled up, Y/N squeezed his hand as if to remind him to smile.

They waved to the cameras, ignoring the questions they would have usually answered under different circumstances.

"Y/N, are you and Draco going home together?"

"Draco, how's the girlfriend?"

"Don't touch me." Y/N said to a paparazzo who'd been getting very handsy with her. She continued walking, her grip on Draco's hand a little tighter, and her body a little closer to his, as she felt his hands on her hip again. "I said, don't touch me!"

"Who touched you?" Draco asked Y/N, whipping to the side, looking the man in his eyes. "You touch her?" He said, letting go of Y/N's hand to approach the reporter.

"Yeah." The unsightly man laughed in his face. "She felt nice."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes, never seeing him look so... predacious. Y/N tugged on his jacket, pulling him towards the car that was waiting for him, wary of the people watching. "It's okay, love, let's just-"

"You sick piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco said, punching the man in the face. Then, with a bleeding nose, the reporter brought his camera up to Draco's face, snapping a picture.

"Draco!" Y/N gasped. The paparazzi choked, and even the flashing stopped for a moment before Draco spoke again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up." He said quietly before he shoved the camera to the floor, holding the man by the collar and kicking him right where it hurt. "Don't you ever," He said, kicking his stomach. "think you can," Security had now come for both Y/N and Draco's safety, as both were being whisked away to the car. "touch my girl ever again." He yelled, flipping the cameras off behind the car window before driving off.

Dusty and Stephanie stayed silent in the car's third row, shocked.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked out the window, praying she wouldn't cry in front of Draco and their managers.

Dusty tried to reprimand Y/N for not doing more, and Stephanie tried disciplining Draco for getting involved in something "trivial to his career." But not a word got through to any of them. All they were thinking of now was how fucked they were.

There were no more snarky remarks from him. No sarcastic quips from Y/N. It was just silent.

Draco's fist clenched around his seatbelt, his knuckles white, clenching his hand every once in a while from how sore it was. Maybe if he had accepted that he was entirely entranced by the idea of Y/N, maybe if he'd seen how she could light up any room she was in with her smile, maybe if he'd known that he'd fallen for her, this wouldn't have happened. But, alas, we don't all get what we want.

"Y/N, your stop. Have a lovely evening." The driver said, stopping in front of her apartment building as if he hadn't seen what had gone down just a few minutes prior.

"See you." Y/N said to Draco quietly, kicking herself for even addressing another word to him.

Surely what she felt for him, he felt for her, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defended her the way he did. The thing was - Y/N would've given anything just to know how he felt about her. Even if he didn't feel a way about her at all.

VII. AFTERMATH

She'd been cooped up in her apartment for a week now, only answering to her manager, asking him to cancel various appointments she had planned for the next few days.

A knock at the door was all she needed to distract her as she played Jenga with herself in her dining room.

"Who is it?" She called, pulling a wooden block out the side.

"Guess." Stephanie said, knocking on the door again. "Let me in. We must talk." She said, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor.

Y/N stayed quiet, pulling one more block out before the tower collapsed, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and getting up to tend to the woman at the door. Stephanie smiled promptly and strutted in, a lattice basket in hand. "Come in, I guess." Y/N said before shutting the door behind her.

She sat down in the living room, crossing her legs before taking off her gloves, spreading out multiple magazines over Y/N's coffee table.

"And this is?" Y/N asked, pouring Stephanie a glass of champagne, her favorite.

Stephanie sat back, taking a sip before answering. "All the news publications that have written about you and Draco's "tragic breakup" since you decided your feelings are more important than your career." She said, watching Y/N pick up a random magazine and read the cover to herself. "Oh, this basket is for you, by the way, my dear." She said, placing her homemade care package on the ground as Y/N's eyes scanned the article on the trashy magazine cover.

"Did he really say this?" She said, defeated, holding up a copy of Celebrity Worldwide.

"SHE'S AN UGLY COW WHO CAN GO TO HELL!" CELEBRITY DRACO MALFOY SAYS ABOUT Y/N Y/L/N ON PG. 20.

Y/N glanced at the magazine cover once more before shaking her head to herself, tears dropping out of her eyes.

Stephanie pulled her close, letting Y/N cry into her shoulder as she tenderly stroked her hair - the way a mother would. "Of course not, dear." She said quietly, humming a tune. "But maybe he'll have a similar sentiment if you don't come out of this cave." She said, smiling at the small laugh that escaped Y/N's mouth.

Y/N looked into Stephanie's gray eyes, sitting up, as she unwrapped the care package to take out a frosted treat. "Cookie?" She asked guiltily, her mouth full.

Stephanie shook her head as she sighed before speaking. "Y/N - Draco's got a good heart. He may seem like he hates you, but trust that he's hurting. You need to talk to him. In the ten years, I've worked for him, I've never ever seen him like this. He's torn up. Eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate," She said, pointing to the empty pack of hot chocolate mix Y/N had on her dining table. "as soothing as it is, it isn't going to fix the issue at hand. You need to talk to him."

Y/N sighed, afraid of the thought of confronting the tall blond. "He's going to hate me."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on." She smiled to herself, being reminded of Dusty. "He'd be crazy to hate you. And you'd be crazy not to notice how much he likes you." She said, making Y/N blush.

"I'll talk to him." Y/N said, shuffling through the rest of the contents of the gift basket Stephanie had made her. "Chocolate?"

VIII. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

The clouds loomed over California - an occurrence that felt a bit more depressing the longer Y/N and Draco were estranged.

Y/N stood in front of his door, mentally preparing herself for any possible outcome of this visit. She shut her eyes, cracking her neck, before knocking on the tall double doors that marked Draco's apartment.

Draco opened the door, shirtless, messy-haired, his sweatpants stained. He eyed Y/N, who looked like she'd just seen a ghost, up and down, taking in a sight he'd missed for as long as he'd been away from it. She nervously fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans as she gnawed down on her cheek - one of her nervous habits, Draco had noticed.

"Can we talk? Please?" She asked, searching for a glimmer of the same desire she held in her eyes for him.

Draco nodded, tilting his head towards the inside. "Come in." He said, closing the door behind him as they made their way onto his loveseat couch. Draco quickly put on a shirt to hide that he hadn't worked out in days.

The two stared at each other, heartbreak in their eyes, with neither of them knowing it. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N said, feeling her face heat up. "I made you lose deals, your reputation lowered because of me, and I just-" Draco sat up quickly, pulling her in for a hug - the first sincere embrace they'd shared, despite being so affectionate in front of the public so many times.

"Don't cry." His low voice rumbled as he rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as her arms wound tighter around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Y/N separated herself, fixing her hair behind her ears. "What?" She asked, her brow unconsciously raising itself in confusion.

"I wasn't being fair at all. This whole thing was blown way out of proportion by me, and I was being so stupid. And the truth is, I was really only kissing that girl in my trailer because… well, she looked like you. I don't," Draco sighed heavily, wondering if his apology was getting through to Y/N at all. "I don't deserve you as a fake girlfriend." He said, making Y/N laugh, shoving his arm.

The two smiled at each other in a light-hearted silence before Draco asked a question that'd been bothering him since they'd stopped speaking.

"So you didn't say all those things in the press?" He asked, hope evident in his blue eyes.

Y/N shook her head, remembering what foul things she'd apparently told J-14 magazine. "You know me better than that, Draco." She giggled at him, who was swiping fake sweat off his forehead. "You're not too bad, I don't think. I was wrong about you."

Draco smiled through his words as he spoke again. "You know, I never said you were an ugly cow or a clay-brained robot incapable of feeling."

Y/N's body sprung up as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't read that last one."

"Ooh. Stay away from People magazine, then." He said quietly, making Y/N giggle again. "You're actually quite…" Draco looked at Y/N, her eyes slightly red, skin clear, and lips puffy from crying. "Beautiful."

The word caught Y/N by surprise. Talk show hosts and interviewers and fans had called her that before, but it had never made her so speechless the way it did when Draco said it. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself.

"I don't see anybody else here." He said, eyeing her lips again.

Y/N smirked, subtly inching closer to Draco, although it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." She said quietly, gasping before Draco pulled her to his lips.

It started out soft and innocent. They'd kissed before, but never like this - never in privacy.

Her warm lips traced his soft ones as they glided across each other as if it were a dance.

Y/N giggled at the thought that she and he were really doing this. Draco chuckled, continuing to kiss her through the haze. Their noses bumped against each other the more into it they grew, Y/N's fingers pulling Draco's ends. Even when they'd finally pulled away to allow each other to breathe, Draco rested his forehead on hers, licking his lips before giving her one more kiss.

"I can't get enough of you." Draco whispered, panting against Y/N's mouth, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"Well, I'm right here." Y/N answered, having gained enough breath to continue their kiss, tasting subtle mint notes on Draco's tongue.

"I fell for you first." Draco bragged, feeling his body relax as if the world had no stress or worries.

"You did not." Y/N said as Draco began kissing down her neck.

"Did, too." He said, coming back up for just one more kiss.

IX. EPILOGUE

Draco babbled with one of Dusty and Stephanie's twins in his arms, making funny faces, trying to amuse the small boy. At the same time, his girlfriend, Y/N, answered a fan's question at a film promotion for their new movie together.

"His sense of humor." She answered, bouncing the other twin on her knee. The crowd smiled at the babies, their adorable chubby faces lighting up at the sight of the audience.

"Oh, one more question." The same person from the previous question said. "Draco, what was your favorite scene to film?"

Draco chuckled into the mic, letting the baby in his arms play with his rings. "That one's easy. The scene where Y/N wore a pregnancy belly." He said, feeling himself glow red as the audience let out "ooh's." "It's not- come on, it's not like that, guys!" He said, making the audience laugh. "It was just endearing to see her like that." He said, gawking at the pretty girl sitting next to him, who was looking at him with the same lovesick eyes. "Alright, alright, next question?" He said jokingly.

"This one's for Draco - um, what was the best part about working on the film?" A young girl asked, clearly nervous about speaking in front of such a large crowd.

"Probably being with my girlfriend all the time. I'm sorry, I know I'm making all these answers about her, I can't help it." A chorus of "aw's" escapes from the audience. Draco grins, nodding, as Y/N playfully shoves his arm.

It only takes one person in the crowd to say it before everyone else is influenced: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The audience said, each chant louder than the last.

"What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?" Draco smirked, covering their mics as the chants kept getting louder.

Y/N smiled, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but not before Draco covered the twins' eyes, their feet kicking to see what they were missing.

"No one I'd rather be with than you." Draco said, pecking her lips one more time, admiring his world.

"Ditto."

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yes, i’m a squib | part 28.

Summary: Y/N Black has always been a squib, to the dismay of her pureblood family. Cast out to the orphanage at a young age, she thought that was her life. Until her relative Sirius Black breaks out of Azkaban. Suddenly a letter to Hogwarts in thrusted into her hand and Y/N becomes a true part of the magical Wizarding World.

Warnings for the Series: violence, death, light smut, angst, fluff

Pairing: harry potter x black!reader, cedric diggory x black!reader

Word Count: 3.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Luna loved the notion of going to Slughorn’s party. You weren’t sure what she was wearing but didn’t comment. When you got to the party, you noticed how Hermione and Ron either glared at one another or avoided each other like the plague. You decided to stay with Luna, Ginny, and Neville. If you had gone with Harry and Ron, Hermione would feel isolated. But if you went with Hermione, it would be half the Golden Quartet against the other half. You were with them a lot but they still retired to Hufflepuff at the end of the day. You were going to have to tell Harry that he needed to be a mediator between the two of them because watching your friends fight was never pleasant. Instead, you talked with faculty. It felt a bit weird to have them discuss your class. Apparently the students couldn’t help but talk about it outside of your classroom.

McGonagall was excited that she had a dozen third years interested in becoming Anamagi because you said that understanding how to transfigure yourself would give you a greater appreciation of Alchemy. Even if they all failed, she went from having zero students interested to a bunch and that brought her excitement. You both were gossiping over what Animagus you thought fit which student when Filch entered with Draco protesting loudly. You tipped back your pumpkin juice, looking away in embarrassment.

Despite being brilliant at Potions, Slughorn never invited your cousin to join the Slug Club. You suspected that it was because Lucius Malfoy was currently in Azkaban and somehow Draco was being punished for it. That suspicion was practically confirmed when you suggested that Slughorn invite him and he told you that you were letting your bias cloud judgement on brilliant potioneers— you had to blink in shock at the nerve of him to say that when he was nothing but biased. Luna dragged you to speak with Professor Trelawney so all you could do was shoot your cousin a sympathetic look as he was whisked away by Snape.

Harry saw your back turned as you were engaged in conversation with Trelawney and Luna. He considered tapping you on the back but thought against it. Malfoy was still suspicious to him but he needed to prove it before ever bringing it up to you. Dumbledore had told him to bring his Invisibility Cloak with him everywhere, even in Hogwarts. He pulled the shrunken cloth out of his pocket and made it regular size again, following behind Snape and Malfoy. Harry listened intently, pressing his head against the door of the empty classroom.

He knew what he heard. And when you found him at the party again, he seemed distant. He let you lead him back to Gryffindor because you were tired of partying. You kissed him goodnight and left to go back to your room, oblivious to the new problem Harry faced. He needed proof you could see. And he needed to figure out how to let you down gently because you would be devastated knowing the truth about Malfoy. He hadn’t figured it out and still hadn’t when you all reached the Burrow for holiday break and he was talking to Ron in the kitchen about it. He and Ron were coming up with ways to find irrefutable proof before you finished having Christmas at Grimmauld Place and came over.Hermione was going to be the only one not coming this year. Lavender Brown and Ron becoming a couple only made her more upset and she chose to be with her family for Christmas instead.

“You said you asked Dobby to follow Malfoy?” Ron asked.

“Yeah, he keeps disappearing into the Room of Requirement. I asked it to show me what it found. There’s a large cabinet in there.”

“A cabinet’s hardly proof of being a Death Eater, mate.”

“I know.”

There was knocking on the door and Mrs. Weasley requested that Ron get it— yelling for him to remember the safety procedures and secret codes the Ministry was suggesting all wizarding houses start to use.

“Who is it?” Ron asked.

“Remus Lupin.”

“And (Y/N) Black!” you said with enthusiasm before giggling.

Mrs. Weasley and Harry soon entered the living room. They gave each other questioning looks as to why you were heard giggling on the other side. Ron adjusted the grip on his wand before starting to ask the secret question.

“What was—”

“These are quite pointless,” you cut him off. “You know it’s me. I don’t think even polyjuice potion can mimic this…”

They all covered their ears as you screamed. Short, sharp and to the point. Ron slowly unlocked the door.

“Bloody hell, next time just answer the question. Is that why you were so giggly out there? You thought it’d be funny to make us go deaf?”

You strolled in, Remus following behind while trying to cover his laughter up with coughing. You immediately gravitated to Harry who was slightly put off by the giggling. You stretched a little to meet his ear before giving the sharpest squeak he ever heard, making his hand fly from your waist to his ear. You started giggling like mad again.

Mrs. Weasley snorted. “You’re Sirius Black’s child, alright.”

Harry pinched at your sides in retaliation. You stopped laughing and sat on the couch. Learning that no one could imitate a banshee scream made you very excited to use it whenever secret codes needed to be said. Everyone came down at hearing the scream. Mrs. Weasley thought that you might as well start celebrating.

The radio was turned up and you all exchanged gifts over food and drinks. Mrs. Weasley yelled at the twins for attempting to offer you, Ron, Harry, and Ginny some firewhiskey. George almost got away with adding some to your Shirley Temple if she hadn’t turned around to turn up the volume on the radio. You stayed on the couch, refusing to dance with Harry as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley made everyone get up.

“Mrs. Weasley, Harry has two left feet. He’ll knock the whole Burrow down.”

Harry kissed your temple and pulled you up anyway. You two swayed in one spot to the woman crooning on the radio. Harry wanted to say a quip back to you about his dancing skills not being so bad but didn’t want to ruin the moment. You hummed the song under your breath and closed your eyes as you swayed back and forth. Your eyes slowly opened to look back at Harry.

“It’s our one year anniversary,” you said.

The two of you didn’t notice how everyone else stopped dancing. They all just watched you and Harry. At your words, Mrs. Weasley tried to rush everyone into the kitchen. It didn’t work much. They all ran into the kitchen but every now and then someone poked their head out to see. Harry pulled your wand from its pocket in your jeans. He slowly turned you so your back was against his chest. One hand wrapped around your waist while the other covered your hand holding your wand. Harry pressed a kiss to the back of your neck, telling you to go ahead. The faintest echo of the Patronus charm fell from your lips. You watched the silver badger walk around. It seemed almost aware of its surroundings as it marched back and forth across the Weasleys’ plush carpet even after Harry let go of your hand. He pulled out his own wand.

“Expecto Patronum,” Harry whispered.

Fred gasped, being the lucky one to see the moment. “Wasn’t it a stag?”

His question made the rest poke their head out from the kitchen. A second shimmery silver badger joined the first one. You gasped in surprise, causing your patronus to disappear. Turning around, you went back to facing Harry. He held onto your chin and tilted your head back. He smiled as his tongue ran over your bottom lip and you let him in— you still tasted like the Shirley Temple from earlier. You didn’t just look at him with stars in your eyes as the two of you pulled apart. There was something else there almost silvery like the patronus he just casted. He knew that he’d seen it with others, though, and it had nothing to do with love. Not in a romantic sense. If the stars were love, the silver mist in front of them was trust.

The kitchen party tried to retreat upstairs without disturbing the two of you. They acted like they didn’t see anything in the morning, choosing to let the two of you keep that moment private. Of course, Hermione only calmed down long enough for Ron to tell her the gossip of it when you got back to Hogwarts before going back to being mad at him. However, she did enjoy knowing and thought about it every time she looked at the two of you.

You had thought that they would stop being mad at each other— that Hermione would stop— by the end of the break. But the school term rolled around and they still couldn’t look at each other whenever all four of you were together. You were all staring at the poster outside the Great Hall. Apparition lessons were open to seventeen year olds and those turning seventeen before next school year. Your birthday was at the start of the school year exactly. You signed up along with the others. Ron was bragging to Seamus about how Harry had apparated before alongside Dumbledore— careful not to actually mention Dumbledore’s name. You didn’t bother saying that you had. It wasn’t that big a deal and you didn’t feel like getting bombarded with questions. Besides, alongside apparition was cool but you only cared if you could do it on your own despite being a squib.

Harry’s arms were wrapped around your middle as you all talked to each other about the notion of taking Apparition. Eventually you all walked into the Great Hall for breakfast. You separated from Harry to check on the third years in your Alchemy class. His eyes stayed on you as he watched you hold your plate of breakfast in one hand, fork in the other. You were laughing as your third years told you what their Animagi were— the ones that were successful at completing it. You finished checking on them and set down your empty plate, leaving a bit early to prepare for your Alchemy class with the first year students.

“Alright,” you said as you looked at them get comfortable on the couches. “You all are probably sick of learning what you’re just going to learn in other classes a little later but it had to be done. Does everyone understand how all our other classes mix to create Alchemy? Yeah, Millicent?”

“Combining all our classes forces us to think outside the box in order to make them all work together.”

“Exactly. However, we’re done with that now. It’s time to learn alchemy. I gave you all an assignment before the break to write about one of the alchemists from our list. Most of you chose my mentor, Flamel. I probably would have started with Dzou Yen as our oldest alchemist but there’s nothing wrong with doing Flamel first. He probably would have requested it if you knew him.”

That made them laugh as you pulled a face. They pulled out their quills and notebooks. You grabbed a chalk from the cage— you decided to keep the floating chalk. At the very top of the board you wrote out Flamel’s name followed by his two greatest achievements, the Philosopher’s Stone and the Elixir of Life. It was necessary to teach the history of the Elixir of Life, you acknowledged that. But the history of it was as far as you would go.

“Now, we’re going to start with the catalyst to Flamel’s greatest work. If it wasn’t for the Philosopher’s Stone, he wouldn’t have achieved his other projects. The idea actually comes from various Eastern scholars of alchemy. But Flamel was able to put them all together. The Philosopher’s Stone is the physical embodiment of the five elements— air, water, fire, earth, and energy— and the forces of yin and yang. That’s what the symbol for the Stone represents— I recommend you all take Ancient Runes when it becomes offered. A lot of Alchemy symbols can be derived from them, they’ll even help you make your own.”

You drew out the symbol for the alchemic Philosopher’s Stone. A square with a circle in it surrounded by a triangle. You stepped back after drawing it.

“I just realized I have to help Professor Slughorn, I’m sorry you guys. I couldn’t reschedule. Class is dismissed, we’ll pick this up tomorrow.”

You quickly drew the weird symbol you had been tracing constantly on Harry’s chest next to the Philosopher’s Stone. The Hallows or whatever Harry said the parseltongue meant. They looked near identical— only the Philosopher’s symbol had a square whereas the Hallows had a line straight down it.

“Alchemy is about finding the highest and lowest point of existence,” you muttered as you stared at the symbols.

If life’s highest point of existence was immortality, its lowest was death. You separated the Philosopher’s Stone symbol into its individual parts. The circle, square, and triangle. The circle was yin and yang. The square was the four elements and the triangle was the fifth of energy or space depending on translations. It all meant something. So the Hallows had to mean something as well. You wrote out the pieces separately on the board. A triangle, a circle, and a line. They couldn’t mean the same thing as the Philosopher’s symbol. That was like saying you could turn gold into salt using the same process that you did to turn salt to gold. But what did these new pieces mean? And if your senses were right, Voldemort cared about one of the pieces of the symbol more than the others. The chill returned and you quickly erased the board before your friends could come in for their Alchemy lesson.

The Golden Quartet noticed you seemed a little jumpy while starting to show the process of how you thought of turning salt to gold. Harry went to grab your hand to head to Defense Against the Dark Arts when he pulled back.

“(Y/N), you’re freezing.”

“Am I? Didn’t notice.”

He took his robe off and handed it to you to put on. Snape frowned at seeing you not only holding Harry’s hand but in a Gryffindor robe. Just like last time, it was another lecture in your private lesson that Harry was taking up time you should have been dedicating to nonverbal counter jinxes.

You hadn’t made any progress at all and Snape was growing frustrated. He never hesitated to tell you how Dumbledore said Harry’s progress was tremendous. Whenever you asked Harry, he just said that all he was doing was looking into Dumbledore’s old memories about Voldemort. That made you upset because how could Snape even compare the lessons. You suspected he didn’t even know what Dumbledore’s lessons were. It didn’t help that you were distracted the entire time. The Hallows, as you had taken to calling the symbol, were consuming your thoughts. You needed to know the pieces but had no clue where to start.

Like after every lesson with Snape, you retreated to the greenhouse where Neville always was. He looked over asking if it got any better to which you sighed loudly and sat at the table. Dramatically, you closed your eyes and your head flopped back before you all but threw it forward. You opened them in shock when you felt a fleshy hand instead of the hard wood table.

“That was going to hurt if you had hit it.”

“Thanks,” you said. “Did the flutterby bushes bloom nicely?”

“Yep, already picking the petals for the Amortentia lesson.”

“At least that will still be fun to do on Valentine’s Day.”

“I still can’t believe we can’t go to Hogsmeade anymore.”

“You know Katie is still in St. Mungo’s. I don’t think they’ll even think about letting us back out until she comes back to school safely.”

Neville agreed. It was becoming alarming how school felt like the only place actively being protected. Everywhere else you all had to look over your shoulders and fear every witch or wizard that you did not know. But if Hogsmeade wasn’t even safe, how long until Hogwarts wasn’t safe? You and Neville talked well into the night which meant almost breaking curfew as you helped him re-pot plants. You missed touching soil almost everyday. You weren’t even practicing plant-based alchemy. There wasn’t time, not when you had to constantly think about the Hallows symbol. Your project for giving squibs magic was completely abandoned and you accepted that. You two were taking off your dragon-hide gloves when Harry came rushing in, holding the Marauders’ Map in one hand.

“Ron’s been poisoned. He’s at Madame Pomfrey.”

You immediately ran with him to the hospital unit. You sat at the edge of the bed where Ginny was as well as Hermione, much to your surprise. She came in the morning after hearing what happened. You, Ginny, and Harry had been with Ron the entire night. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had returned with Dumbledore from discussing what had happened. According to Harry’s story it all began when Ron accidentally ate chocolates spiked with love potion that Romilda Vane had given to Harry. If your friend wasn’t seriously hurt, you would’ve gone to find Romilda right then and there. The Weasleys said goodbye to Ron who was still knocked out and left.

“Now you said the poison was in the drink?” Dumbledore asked.

Slughorn cleared his throat. “Yes but Headmaster, there’s another problem.”

“Yes?”

“That bottle was supposed to be for you.”

The room turned to Slughorn.

“I don’t remember who gifted it to me but I was told to give it to you for Christmas. I was… a bit too drunk after the party to remember.”

“But who would want to po—”

“Won-Won!” a shrill voice came running in and cut off Harry’s question.

You finally got to see in full force the effect of Lavender Brown around Ron. Hermione stiffened up beside you. Ginny snorted in disgust as Lavender asked a million questions a minute and hugged Ron, effectively making you all move out the way. She pulled back and gasped when Ron’s head tilted.

“He’s waking up, he recognizes me!”

You all ignored the second part of her statement to lean in. Madame Pomfrey said that Ron might not recover for a week and probably wouldn’t wake up until tomorrow. Ron’s lips seemed to murmur something. You all had to lean in even closer to understand his babbles.

“Er-my-nee.”

Lavender huffed as she moved away completely. You and Ginny tried to cover your laughs behind your hands as Hermione just froze in place. Harry shoved your shoulder and you uncovered your mouth long enough to tell him you knew you were right about them getting together eventually. He shook his head because he still didn’t believe it. You all left when it was clear that Ron’s babbles were just that and he wasn’t waking up.

You thought Lavender Brown would leave you all alone after the fiasco but she only seemed to get more attached to you and Harry. You started sitting at the Hufflepuff table because of it. Despite everyone’s insistence, she didn’t believe that Ron and Hermione were just friends. Saying as much when she and Hermione both showed up before the quidditch match to visit him. They were arguing right in front of his bed.

“Alright, out both of you! The man can’t even be poisoned in peace. Go watch the game and come back when you aren’t at each other’s throats.”

They both glared at each other but did as you said.

“Thank you.”

You nearly had a heart attack. “Ron! How long have you been awake?”

“Woke up this morning. Madame Pomfrey won’t even let me leave to watch the game. It’s not like I said I’m going to go put on my jersey and play.”

“Well, if you can’t watch, I’ll give you company.”

You assured Ron it was no problem as you grabbed the wizard’s chess set from the little section of games for visitors that Madame Pomfrey had. Ron laughed when you told him that you would rather play chess with him because it meant not having to choose between cheering for Gryffindor and Hufflepuff. He noticed after you said it how you were in Harry’s captain jumper. You two discussed what he was going to do about Lavender and Hermione. Ron, true to character, was hoping they would come up with the solution for him. You told him that he should make a decision before Valentine’s Day otherwise it was just going to get harder and nastier.

“Aragog died last night, Hagrid’s devastated,” you said as you took Ron’s bishop. “Harry’s going to the funeral tomorrow.”

“He’s going to a funeral for that monster?”

“Aragog was Hagrid’s friend. Anyway, Harry’s only going because Slughorn’s going to get spider venom from the carcass and Harry needs to try and ask him again about… horcruxes,” you whispered the last part in case Madame Pomfrey had come back.

“Is Dumbledore still on that? I feel like it’s just a goose chase.”

“Me too. But I’d give anything for his lessons instead of Snape’s. He can’t accept that a squib is a squib and what they want is impossible.”

“But you should keep trying… think about it (Y/N), I hate to say it but Snape’s got a point. What if Voldemort wants to use your scream to try and kill everyone. They don’t call banshees a death omen for a reason.”

“Well I’m not doing good at my job, then. I can’t figure out this stupid symbol about death. It’s not written in any library book I’ve looked at.”

“Maybe it’s not common? Your mum’s journal?”

“Nothing on it.”

Ron got quiet, having no more ideas. You two continued to play chess. A second game started as you waited for the quidditch match to end. The two of you looked over with wide eyes when someone entered the Hospital Wing. Katie was back. You almost knocked over the chess set as you went to give her a hug.

(Part 29)...

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