#mind healer theo nott

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dodd used to tap his wand against the third and fourth button of his robes. It click, clicked clicked throughout our sessions. It created a rhythm for these little sessions.

How are you feeling, today, Draco? clickclickclick.

Overjoyed.

Why are you feeling overjoyed? clickclickclick.

Because I’m stuck inside of my head and there’s no way to get out.

Is there anything you’d like to get out? clickclickclick.

I wish I had the guts to kill my father.

You don’t mean that, do you? clickclickclick.

Only in the mornings.

clickclickclick. What do you want out of life, Draco?

I want to find a place where I belong.

Where do you think that is? clickclickclick.

Amongst the stars, staring directly into the sun.

Do you want to get married, have children? clickclickclick.

No. Maybe. Not sure anyone would marry me, but I defintiely don’t think I should be a father.

Why is that?

Have you met mine?

clickclickclick.

If I become a father, I don’t think there’s any kind of fail safe to keep me from becoming another version of him.

clickclickclick.

Dodd is quiet, because my father pays him. Still, these sessions feel like the best place to be honest. So, I continue.

No, I don’t think I’ll do it. The only place I seem to belong is underneath the heel of my fathers shoe.

The heel of my shoe is click, click, clicking against the tiled floor of the parlor. Across from me, Theo is going through the notes Dodd took of our sessions, the treatment he prescribed me. The ones they ignored.

“My gods, Draco.” Theo murmurs as he gently closes the folder and places it down onto his lap. “Your father was a monster."

clickclickclick. “And what am I?” I jerk my chin toward the folder.

Theo shakes his head, running a tired hand over his mouth. “You’re a victim of serious neglect and abuse. I should have this Dodd bloke reported to the board.” He sighs and reopens the folder. “I mean, he knew the right thing to do. He has it written down but he neglected to put you before your fathers wishes.”

Theo sounds upset. It’s been ages since I’ve heard him this upset.

It’s been ages since I’ve seen him. The last time I can remember seeing him was during the war. He was tucked into the corner of my fathers study as our fathers debated over strategies regarding Harry Potter and his cursed fate. I was sketching into an old notebook instead of studying the material on the Wizengamot my father had given me.

Theo Nott’s bright green eyes are studying me. The way I chew on my thumbnail. The way my foot keeps clickclickclicking to the rhythm of my racing heartbeat. I can’t sit still. It’s one of those days, where all of my energy is too much for this body. It’s itching for a way out and I have nothing to give it.

“You often experience something called Hypomania.” Theo says, with a sigh. “I think,” his lips twitch into a frown. “With the way your father abused you, the abuse of this potion...it’s often triggered attacks of anxiety and even episodes full blown mania.”

My eyebrows lift, my heels clickclickclick away, but I say nothing.

“I’d like to meet with you, regularly, Draco.” Theo glances down at my file. “Whatever you keep inside needs to come out. It will help and I think we can come up with a combination of potions that will also help calm the fluctuations from high to low.”

“You don’t have anything right now?”

Theo’s eyes widen. “No, I don’t think that would be safe. I need to research this Persona Supressus to ensure that whatever I do prescribe you won’t cause any harmful contraindications. Are you still taking your liver replenishing antidote?”

I struggle to recall the last time I took it. I think it was the night before I saw Granger. “Not regularly.”

With a shake of his head, he writes down a note onto a little post it, magically securing it onto my folder. The folder full of shame and dark secrets.

“I’m going to talk to Mitsy, have her report to me that you are taking them daily.” He sighs. “I also would like to do a full medical screening before I prescribe anything else to you.”

clickclickclick.

“Fine.”

“Draco, I’m really glad you reached out to me. After what you have been through...” He shakes his head, unable to finish.

“What, exactly, is wrong with me, then?”

“At first glance? A mood disorder. Muggles call it bipolar II disorder. But, it could just be Cyclothymia. I can't be sure, yet. But, either of those would explain your days of heightened energy, moments of an inflated self image. It also explains the moments of self loathing. That feeling of not belonging —”

“Can I be loved? Being this way...does it make me impossible to loved?” I cut him off and Theo’s eyes widen before they glass over.

He clears his throat, lowering his head. He takes several moments before he lifts his gaze back up to me and swallows back unshed tears. “No, Draco. It does not make you unlovable. Not if you don’t want it to be.”

[angelfic]

Howdy! Could I request a Theodore Nott, secret relationship, “don’t leave me… please”. ❤️

here u go!! i actually really like this idea and kind of wanna recycle it for a longer fic maybe.. 🤔 thank u for the request! 💌

theodore nott x reader + secret relationship + “don’t leave me… please”

➺ part of my 2k milestone writing game

You’re stressfully stirring sugar into your tea in the kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place when Mattheo and Theodore turn up, bruised and bloody in the hands of Alastor Moody.

The Auror had sent a message in advance through his Patronus, alerting members of the Order that he was heading to headquarters with two death eater defectors. An hour of hoping it’s who you think, and three cups of tea later, you breathe a sigh of relief when you realise Mattheo and Theo are alive.

The way Theo is leaning his weight on Mattheo doesn’t slip past you, and as soon as he finds you among the others, you rush forward.

“Hi,” Theo whispers, the greeting reserved only for you despite the numerous others in the dining room. His eyes are drooping slightly as he sways on his feet. Nonetheless, he gives you a weak smile. “I’m okay. I promise.”

You nod slowly, brows furrowed in concern despite his reassurance. Ignoring Moody’s confused stares, along with the whispering happening behind you, you do a quick scan of Mattheo and find that he’s definitely had worse injuries from spontaneous fist fights during your years at Hogwarts.

“Are you okay?” you mouth at him, just in case. He winks at you in answer.

Moody, seemingly snapping out of his confusion, turns to you and raises a brow. “You know these two, then?” he asks gruffly, a hint of suspicion creeping into his voice.

“We all went to school together,” Dean Thomas pipes up, saving you from having to stumble over your words in an attempt to explain your relationship with Theo.

There’s no doubt in your mind that everyone in the room suspects you and Theo are more than just schoolmates, but you don’t move to address anything. The implications of you being in love with an ex-death eater aside, it’s none of their business. Moody doesn’t quite seem to accept this immediately.

”School,” he mutters, nodding begrudgingly. “And how well do you-”

“Alastor,” McGonagall cuts him off sharply. Peering at him over her spectacles, she purses her lips. “You can get to interrogating them about being Transfiguration partners after they’ve recovered. These boys need a healer. Now.”

“Yes, yes,” Moody replies grumpily, reluctantly letting them go to open the door to the hall. “We’ve got Poppy in the living room. She’ll fix them up, nice and quick.”

You step back to give the two boys space to make their way to the Healer, but Theo catches your hand and grips it tightly. “No. No, Y/N can do it. Just give her some of the medicine, I’m not seeing anyone else.”

You open your mouth to object, wanting Madame Pomfrey to assess him properly, but the pleading in his eyes has you hesitating.

“Don’t leave me…” Theo’s voice becomes lower, quieter and earnest. “Please.”

“Okay,” you exhale, cupping his face with your hand and stroking your thumb over his cheekbone. You look over at Professor McGonagall for confirmation and when she sighs and nods, you respond with a grateful smile before turning back to Theo. “I won’t leave you.”

Mattheo clears his throat, popping the little bubble you and Theo have found yourself in and making you look away, cheeks warm. Walking over to where Moody holds the door open, Mattheo gives you both a knowing look before speaking to the rest of the room. “I guess I‘ll be seeing dear, old Poppy alone then. Nothing she hasn’t fixed before.”

Taking this as your cue to leave, you wrap an arm around Theo’s waist to support him as you make your way out of the room and up the stairs to an empty room. You help him to sit on the bed and disentangle your hand from his, dropping a kiss to the inside of his palm. “I need to go get the stuff from Madame Promfrey, I won’t be a minute-”

“Not yet,” Theo pleads, hooking pinky finger around your own and tugging lightly. “I’m not that injured, just… come here for a second.”

Your resolve crumbles immediately due to not having seen Theo since school ended a month ago, during which he was trying to leave the other side of the war without getting himself killed. You sit next to him on the bed, but he immediately reaches over to manoeuvre you by the waist until your legs are wrapped around him in a straddling position. Theo presses a soft kiss to your lips and the pure love radiating from him makes your heart jump to your throat. When he pulls away, he looks more relaxed and content than he has in months.

“Hi,” he says, a gentle smile playing about his lips while he fingers the hem of your shirt where it sits at your back. Tingles run down your spine where his cold fingers brush against your skin and you end up leaning into his chest even more, causing his smile to deepen. “I missed you, darling.”

“What, Crabbe and Goyle weren’t good company?” you tease, tilting your head. Theo scoffs in disgust, lightly tugging on a lock of your hair and looking at you expectantly. “I missed you too, Theo. So, so much. I’m glad you got out.”

“Me too,” he sighs, dropping his head to rest on your shoulder. You both stay in silence for a few minutes and you bask in the warmth of Theo’s breaths fanning over your collarbone. He nestles his face into your neck and seems perfectly happy just to stay there when he speaks. “It was torture staying away, you know. I’m never leaving your side again.”

You run your fingers through Theo’s hair, lightly scratching at his scalp and biting back a smile when he lets out a sound halfway between a sigh and a groan. “You being glued to me is probably going to make it clear that we’re more than ex-Transfiguration partners, by the way.”

“I bet you anything they all already know,” Theo murmurs distractedly. You frown and sit up straighter to look at him, raising a curious brow in questioning. He looks at you like it’s obvious. “Mattheo is downstairs, unsupervised. If he hasn’t told everyone by now…”

You shake your head, shifting to move off Theo’s lap. A pout forms on his lips, but he reluctantly lets you stand. “I better go do some damage control while I go get the stuff from Pomfrey. Merlin knows what embarrassing things Mattheo is telling them right now.”

“I can think of a few things,” Theo says, his innocent voice contrasting with the devious smirk on his face. “Like the time we were in the Astronomy Tower and you were too loud, so-”

“Right, okay!” you interrupt loudly, screwing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you try your best not to relive that particular memory. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the way Theo is cracking up, you smile sweetly at him. “You haven’t had any injuries to the head, have you?”

“No, love,” he replies, grinning. “Why?”

You grab a pillow and swing it into Theo’s face, knocking him backwards on the bed. Crossing your arms in satisfaction, you falter when he stays laying down and moans in pain.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” you rush out, panicked as you move the pillow out of the way to climb onto the bed and hover over him. Theo cracks his eyes open slightly, his face scrunched up in discomfort and your stomach drops. “Theo, where does it hurt?”

“Here, come closer,” Theo winces, gesturing you forward, closer and closer and you furrow your brows in confusion. When you’re close enough, he snakes his hand around to the nape of your neck and pulls you into a deep kiss, burying his fingers in your hair. You don’t bother admonishing him, your head getting dizzy from the feel of his lips moving against your own. You only pull away when you hear sudden laughter coming from downstairs. Theo doesn’t look ashamed in the slightest when you do. “All better.”

“Not yet, you’re not,” you say, rolling your eyes and sitting up again. You make sure you put all of your weight on the mattress to do so, just in case you actually do end up hurting him. “I’m actually going downstairs now, okay? The idea of Mattheo talking to McGonagall is driving me crazier by the minute.”

“Come back quickly?” he asks lightly, but there’s a hint of pleading in the way his hand circles your wrist. You give him a reassuring smile and another quick peck on the lips.

“Always.”

[malfoysprinces]

The Minister’s Daughter

- draco malfoy -

PART 1

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: The Minister’s daughter who fell in love with a death eater.

Warnings: Death Eaters, Break- up, Angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 4.9k

Author’s Note: This is the Part One of a 5 part story. Requests & feedbacks are always welcome. 🤍

Her whole world shattered in a split moment. Never in a million years she thought the man once she loved would be allied with darkness. Her body was trembling, her hands were shaking, her mind was blurred but most of all didn't seem to matter because she could swear that the man standing in front of her was nobody but a stranger from now on.

Let me take you to the beginning of it. Let me take you take you to the beginning of the end.

She was the Minister of Magic’s daughter, which made her popular in a way that is expected. She was everybody's acquittance in one way or another. As for Slytherins, she was a fellow house member. She was a part of the pride that this house took consideration in. For Gryffindors, she was unexpectedly nice, someone who exchanges smiles despite the dispute between two houses. For Ravenclaws, she was a friendly face in the library. She was harmless. For Hufflepuff's she was someone who was pretty kind for a Slytherin while she had a certain reputation to hold as the Minister's daughter. Well, she certainly had her disputes with other students every now and then, but she never crossed a line, which was pretty exceptional for a Slytherin.

Up until her 5th year, she was holding pretty well. She had close-knit friend group which consisted Daphne Greengrass and Pansy Parkinson. Those three were practically inseparable since their childhood. Then there was this bigger group she was involved in which consisted Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Mattheo Riddle. They were called "The Sacred Seven" in school grounds. This was basically a side-name founded after The Sacred Twenty-Eight. They were the cool kids of cool parents. The parents symbolized wealth, power, nobility, wisdom, prudence and dignity, while the kids symbolized the next generation of all these virtues. They were the upholder's of these virtues. They were the future of The Wizarding World. They held power into their hands and no one could take it away from them. It was pretty obvious that they all had some kind of reputation to hold, but hers was different. Y/N's case was totally different than the rest. First of all, her parents were not Slytherins. Never in a million years they could be. Both her parents were Ravenclaws, known for their academic excellence. Her father had been an esteemed healer, known for his exceptional skills that attracted patients from around the world. It wasn't long before he assumed the position of Minister of Magic. Yet, when it came to their loyalties, the situation was even more intricate. Their loyalties were to Order. But as for Y/N, her loyalty was to Draco Malfoy and Draco Malfoy only. She could usually tell right from wrong and good from bad, but when it came to Draco, her judgment seemed to vanish.

It was the summer that links 4th year to 5th when she started to notice her interest in Draco. Not like Theo, Blaise or Mattheo but in a heart-skipping way. Whenever Draco's gaze settled on her, it stole her breath away. It sent shivers down her spine, and her heart raced so loudly in her chest that she feared he could hear it. There was no denying his undeniable handsomeness; he was, in every sense, flawless.

That summer was pretty normal. The Sacred Seven united every once a week what felt like an eternity to her. They were closer than ever. But why did she felt like it was not enough?

Y/N has never really been a summer girl. She never really liked hot. However, The Ministry was throwing an end of the summer party and her Sacred Seven was invited, as well. Her father being the Minister of Magic, they were automatically the hosts for the party. Their house was surely a perfect fit for a posh party with it's great entrance hall and it's big garden.

For the upcoming party, Y/N decided to invite Daphne and Pansy over to prepare together. The girls were brimming with excitement and had been buzzing about this event for weeks. Choosing the perfect outfit had become a significant task for them. However for Y/N, one thing became important more and more each minute. And it was him liking her. Although they have been friends since forever, something inside her started to change towards him. And she can only hope that he was feeling the same.

"What do you think about this one?" asked Daphne shaking diamond earrings.

"They are a favourite for me and they'd look perfect on you." answered Y/N.

Daphne wore the earrings.

"Guys, I dont think I can do my zip. Can you help?" asked Y/N.

"Coming." answered Pansy.

Y/N was wearing an shiny emerald gown. She chose to wear the color emerald because she thought he would like it. She thought Draco would like it. So now, she was standing in front of a mirror, looking at herself only hoping for his fancy.

Her friends, not aware of her feelings towards Draco, was standing behind her and looking at her, as well.

"This dress is a total dream." said Daphne.

"Yes and it must cost a fortune." added Pansy.

"Actually, I don't remember how much I payed for it, I just thought it was nice so I bought it." smiled Y/N.

"Says The Minister's Daughter." added Pansy rolling her eyes.

While girls were chatting and getting ready Y/N's mother knocked the door.

"Come in." said Y/N.

"Girls, you all look amazing. Our guests have started to arrive. I will go down stairs now and your presence will be needed within few minutes." said Y/N's mother.

"Okay mom, we will be down stairs shortly." answered Y/N.

One last breath and then she was ready to go.

She was walking in front of Daphe and Pansy. As Y/N led the girls down stairs, there was a feeling of excitement in her stomach. She was trembling, not because she was unsure of herself but because she knew the moment she has been waiting all summer has came. However, she wanted more. She wanted Draco's attention all to herself, she just didn't realized it yet. Y/N was looking for him as she was walking down the stairs. Her gaze wandered around the room only to land on his grey eyes. Draco was looking at her, like she was some kind of precious gemstone. The type that you only get to see once in your life because it is so rare yet so shiny.

Y/N captured everyone's attention let alone Draco. She was shining. She couldn't hide her smile.

The Sacred Seven united, for the last time that summer. For the last time before Hogwarts. As they grew up more and more each day, they started to see the motive behind the "pure-blood ideal." Which made Y/N sick to her stomach. Her parents were never pure-blood idealists, and never was she either. The thought of claiming one was superior to other was nothing but a non-sense to her. She knew the pressure this ideal put on to her friends so decided to keep quiet about it. After all, they were called "The Sacred Seven" for a reason.

The night of the party went on quite well. For the first quarter of the night, the boys of The Sacred Seven were in awe because of the girls's beauty. The second and the third quarter was what Y/N expected, the group went to the garden to have some time together. Y/N's houses garden was dimly lit, and decorated with vanilla scented candles. It was the perfect place for serenity, far from the party's noise.

"I never realized your garden was this big." said Theo to Y/N.

"Well, that depends on how you decorate it and my mum definitely knows how to do it." answered Y/N smiling.

"Yeah, she has got quite the taste." added Daphne.

"Still, it's not the Malfoy Manor tho." Y/N said to Draco.

"Oh well, this will do as well." he answered smirking.

"If you say so." Y/N answered smiling.

They sat by the small puddle in the garden. They started to talk about going back to school, how they are sure of they would get detention from Snape, how they missed their little trips to Hogsmeade.

After some cozy talking, a guy approached to them. Y/N had lifted her up to see who was the guy. It was one of her friends, Graham Montaque.

"Hi, guys." said Graham.

"Hi." few answered.

"Can I talk to Y/N? Promise I will bring her back soon." asked Graham. Draco was staying still, hadn't shown a response.

"Coming Graham." said Y/N.

Y/N and Graham Montaque took a stroll around the garden. Y/L/N and Montaque family have been friends since before even Y/N was born. Graham's father and Y/N's father's friendship goes back to their Hogwarts year. The father's ongoing friendship caused their children to be friends, as well. Graham was like a brother to Y/N. Even though they both had their separate friend groups, they hung out every now and then. Montaque family ,without a doubt, was invited to party as well. Graham and Y/N's continued talking.

After Y/N had left the group, Daphne, Pansy and Theo went inside to get drinks.

For a split moment, Y/N turned her back to look at Draco. He was talking with Blaise, intensely. She wondered what he was talking about. He was making hand gestures and his mimics were just as expressive as his gestures. Y/N couldn't help but wonder what they were discussing. Draco's hand movements and the way he conveyed his thoughts with his expressions piqued her curiosity. It seemed like an intense and intriguing conversation was taking place, and she couldn't help but be curious about the topic that had captured Draco's attention.

After their stroll, Y/N went back to her friend group just to find Blaise and Mattheo talking. Daphne, Pansy, and Draco and Theo weren't there.

"I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." was the only thing Y/N could hear from their conversation. Y/N who had curly hair, had straightened it just for the night, was shocked. Who else does have curly hair she thought. Oh millions of girls she answered herself. Who could they be referring to? Draco or Theo? Or someone completely different?

"Y/N, didn't see you there." said Blaise in a shock.

"Oh, I just came." she answered.

Theo and Blaise were looking at each other shocked. Like they didn't know what else to say. Like they have just spilled some kind of secret.

"Guys, is something wrong?" Y/N asked.

"No, we are perfectly fine." Mattheo answered.

Just then, the girls and Draco arrived.

"Father called me in to meet some people." Draco said. Like he owned some kind of explanation to Y/N.

Y/N nodded.

They continued to sit and talk as they drank and enjoyed the night.

When it was time to call it a night, there was a dull feeling inside Y/N's chest. She didn't want her friends to leave just yet, even thought they were going to take the train to Hogwarts the day after tomorrow.

And just like that, it was the end of their end of the summer party. It was time to go back to Hogwarts. The place which feels like home. The place which she belongs to most, like the autumn leaves belong to gentle breeze.

The Sacred Seven settled in a compartment of The Hogwarts Express. Each one of them being excited more than ever to return Hogwarts. Y/N was sitting and listening in her friends conversations. Her mind wandered back to Draco. Whilst her eyes also wandered back to him. She was looking at him as he was looking outside the window of the train. Then only for a minute, she turned away only to find out his gaze landed on her already.

He smiled at her saying "Your hair looks nice today”.

She was in a total shock, they might be close friends but compliments weren't something she was used to getting from Draco. Then she remembered what she heard last night between the conversation of Blaise and Mattheo "I don't know mate, he has a weird obsession with her curls." The sentence echoed in her head. Could she really be the topic of that sentence? Could "he" refer to Draco? Her body started to feel like it was on fire. Her skin was burning.

"Thanks" she smiled at Draco.

Luckily Daphne and Pansy were too caught up in their conversation to notice what just happened between Y/N and Draco.

She was trying to comprehend what just happened when she heard a familiar voice "Y/N!". She turned away to look at what who was shouting.

"Oh, hi Graham." She smiled and walked away to talk with Graham.

She had to get away from Draco otherwise he would see her blushing.

While Y/N was away talking with Graham, Theo leaned into Draco and said "That's best infamous Draco Malfoy could do?" mocking him.

"What the hell are you talking about Nott?" Draco asked in a cold tone.

"Oh, come on man. We all saw how you look at her." Theo said rubbing his shoulder to him.

"And how would that be?" asked Draco, unintentionally.

"Like you want her to be yours and yours only." said Theo. Unexpected words from Theo.

They were both shocked.

"I never knew your emotional intelligence was this high, you sucker." said Draco.

“What? What's gotten into you all of a sudden?" Theo asked.

Blaise pointed at Y/N who happened to be talking to Graham Montaque.

Y/N was talking casually to Graham. It could be seen from miles that they were just two friends, enjoying each other's company. But Draco was far too jealous to acknowledge it.

As Y/N was walking back to her seat, she noticed the grumpy look on Draco's face.

What's with the face?" she asked pointing out his face.

"Nothing, he is moody as usual." said Blaise.

"Yeah, as usual." said Theo.

"Well then, excuse us we have to use the bathroom." said Pansy dragging Daphne and Y/N by their arms and leading them across the carriage.

"What now Pansy?" Y/N asked laughing.

"Since you are close with Graham, I thought maybe, just maybe…" Pansy was looking at Y/N with puppy eyes.

 “Oh here it comes.” said Daphne chuckling. "Say it already Pansy." Daphne laughed.

"Fine. The thing is..... a double date would be nice. You know, Graham and you and me and Adrian?" said Pansy whispering.

"Oh. My. God. Adrian asin Adrian Pucey?" Y/N answered.

Pansy nodded.

"Graham is like a brother to me! I can't ask him that Pansy and you know it." Y/N answered.

"For Salazar's Sake Y/N! She's not actually asking you to take Graham on a date! She's asking if you guys can accompany them." said Daphne rolling her eyes.

"Oh... well then. I'll think about it." answered Y/N."But please, give me some time so I can come up with a plan." she added.

"Oh thank you Y/N, take as much as time you need." said Pansy hugging her. Girls walked back to their seats as the train was approaching Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was standing in front them with all its magnificence. The castle, with its imposing stone walls, looked both familiar and distant. It was as though it held the echoes of her past, each turret and spire whispering tales of adventures and friendships. Hogwarts, in all its familiarity, was a place of comfort and belonging. It was a place where she had made lifelong friends and had discovered her true self. Returning to Hogwarts was like returning to a piece of her own heart, a reminder of the magical journey that had shaped her into the person she had become.

Students were led inside to have dinner and to settle into their rooms. Y/N, as usual, shared her dorm with Daphne and Pansy. Draco has had his own room since he was a Prefect this year. Mattheo, Blaise, and Theo all shared one room. The first night was always the most exciting one. Settling in and giggling with the girls as the night unfolds, deciding what to wear tomorrow were all special moments Y/N got to share with her friends.

The next morning, the girls woke up early and went to the Great Hall together. As they sat down, the boys of The Sacred Seven approached them and "Finally. The Sacred Seven. At where we belong." said Mattheo smiling. Their first breakfast at Hogwarts for the year was filled with joy and coziness. Shortly after, they all headed to class.

 As autumn made itself felt, it was already the second week of school. The castle was filled with the sound of students. It was a busy Tuesday. Girls were walking down to the Slytherin Common Room until they heard a "mrrrrrr" sound. Y/N turned away to look, only to find her car Purry was following them.

"Oh Purry, baby what happened?" Y/N asked her cat.

"Mrrrrr" answered Purry.

"What is she trying to tell?" asked Pansy.

"I don't know, maybe she is just grumpy this morning." answered Y/N. Y/N went back to her room to feed Purry -who had already had her breakfast- and told her "Oh Purry, more breakfast was all that you wanted?" said Y/N and Purry murmured again.

Y/N was a little late for her own breakfast. She walked towards the Slytherin table and sat down with her friends.

"Where were you?" asked Draco.

"Oh Purry was feeling a little bit hungry today. More than usual." answered Y/N smiling.

"That little cat of yours eats everything and still not enough?" answered Draco laughing.

"Yeah, she seems little but her stomach is bigger than ours combined. Trust me." laughed Y/N.

"Y/N, can I talk to you before class?" said Pansy.

"Yeah, Pans." said Y/N smiling.

Y/N got off the table to talk to Pansy.

"Pansy, before you start, I will talk to Graham today. I couldn't talk to him earlier because he was busy with Quidditch Team." Y/N said.

"Oh, thank you." said Pansy and two girls started to walk to classroom together. They entered the potions class and went on to sit with others.

After class, Y/N left the classroom in a hurry to find Graham who happened to be standing in the middle of the corridor.

"Graham!" she called.

"Oh, hi Y/N. How are you?" he said.

"I'm fine Graham, I have a little favor to ask from you. But promise you won't laugh." Y/N said in a serious tone.

"Well, well, well, this is getting interesting. Keep going." said Graham in a funny voice and leaned in to Y/N.

"Oh come on! Don't start already." Y/N said rolling her eyes.

Draco had been looking at her for a while when she noticed his gaze. He was looking at them from across the corridor.

"Oh, so a date accompanied by me and you. I wouldn't call it a serious date tho." Graham laughed.

"Y/N?" Graham said.

Y/N was looking at Draco.

"Please Graham, I am doing this for Pansy. It's not that I fancy a night out with you, either." said teasingly Y/N.

Draco was still on her mind. She wondered if he was still standing there looking at them. She turned away for a moment to look at Draco only to find he was gone.

"Well, I'll talk to Adrian tonight and I am assuming he would be down for it. So I am saying this Friday night. Is it okay for you girls?" asked Graham.

"Yeah, I'll double check with Pansy. Oh, and Graham, please let me know after you talk with Adrian. I don't want any last-minute problems." said Y/N.

"Who would have guessed you'd be so serious about the dates Y/N?" said Graham mockingly.

"Well, technically it’s not my date. But I don’t want to risk it for Pansy." said Y/N walking away.

When Y/N entered the common room. She found The Sacred Seven sitting by the fireplace. She leaned in to Pansy and whispered "Be ready for Friday evening Pans. Your girl here got it all sorted."

Pansy screamed which caused everyone to shock.

"What now?" asked Blaise.

"Oh, it is nothing." Pansy answered.

Draco's face was stoned cold. He didn't show any expressions. It's not that he did that often, but Y/N wondered if it had something to do with her conversation with Graham earlier.

It was supposed to be a cozy night by the fireplace, sitting all together talking nonsense. But Draco threw cold looks to Y/N every now and then and it made the night unbearable. Y/N was unsure of what to do. She decided maybe it wasn't about her. Maybe Draco wouldn’t go too far since he knew Graham was Y/N’s friend since they were babies. She was not going to take it personally.

It was not until the midnight when they decided to go to their dorms. Pansy was wearing her heart on her sleeve since she heard the news from Y/N.

"Y/N? Can I talk to you in private for a second?" asked Pansy.

"Yeah, Pans, of course." Y/N answered. They walked towards the window, far from the fireplace where The Sacred Seven was sitting already.

"Yeah Pans? What is it?" said Y/N wondering.

"First of all, thank you for arranging the date with Adrian. I will be forever grateful." said Pansy.

"Oh? It's nothing Pansy. I am glad to help. And? That was it is all about?" asked Y/N.

"No actually. There is one other thing. This date. I know you and Graham are friends since you were babies. I can think of the possible gossip this double date will cause. But the later, the better. I just don't want anyone in our group to hear about this date, except Daphne you know. The boys will make fun of it and- you know they-" said Pansy in a rather sad tone.

"Oh Pans, don't worry about the boys. I won't tell them anything. Besides, it's none of their business." answered Y/N smiling.

"Thank you, Y/N.” said Pansy and they walked back to the fireplace.

 "So, if you mix the polyjuice potion with the Felix Felicis---" Theo was trying to make a point

"Oh. My. God. Just stop it Theo, we are not mixing anything.” said Daphne.

It was clear that she got enough of Theo's bullshit. Mattheo, Draco and Blaise was laughing so hard.

"Well, let's hope that you won't try it in potions, tomorrow." said Y/N laughing.

Next morning, Y/N and Daphne left their room while Pansy was still getting ready. It was a windy autumn morning. The trees of the Forbidden Forest  surrounding the school had already started to shed their colorful leaves, creating a vibrant carpet of reds, yellows, and oranges that covered the cobblestone paths. The aroma of earthy leaves and wood-burning fires from the castle's hearths was filling the air, creating a unique, autumnal ambiance.

"She will spent hours in front of the mirror just to get Pucey to notice her, won't she?" asked Daphne.

"Yeah, probably. But still, I want their date to be perfect tomorrow night so she can finally have what she wants." said Y/N.

"Yeah, quite a job you did there arranging the date." Daphne said looking at Y/N.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Hope Graham wouldn't make fun of it for the rest of our lives." Y/N said laughing. When Y/N and Daphne entered the Great Hall, they saw the boys were already having their breakfast.

"Morning, morning." said Mattheo.

"Good morning guys." Y/N said.

After a short while, it was time for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Luckily they all had the same class. Which was a opportunity for Y/N to figure out what was wrong with Draco last night.

However, he seemed normal this morning. Nothing more, nothing less, just normal.

The Sacred Seven was headed to the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom. Class started as soon as they sat in pairs. As the lesson began, the Professor addressed the class, "Today, we delve into the intricacies of countering the Imperius Curse, one of the Unforgivable Curses. You must be prepared for any situation where your willpower may be tested. The ability to resist and overcome this curse could be a matter of life and death." This was an important topic.

The classroom's atmosphere remained intense, but it was clear that these students were not just learning to defend themselves; they were preparing to protect others from the darkest of magical threats.

After the class Y/N, Pansy and Blaise decided to go out to get some fresh air. However, after a short walk, Y/N was pulled away by Graham.

"Hey! Can we talk for a minute?" he asked.

"Sure." Y/N answered.

They were walking through the corridors of Hogwarts.

"So, I talked to Adrian." Graham said.

"So? Please, don't tell me he said no." Y/N said in a rather concerned voice.

"Oh, no. He is pretty interested in Parkinson actually. So our little double date is going to happen. Without a doubt." Graham said.

"Oh, thanks Salazar. Otherwise, Pansy wouldn't shut up about it for weeks." Y/N chuckled.

"You know, you are lucky to have me as a friend." Graham said in a rather snobby tone.

"No need to praise yourself now, Montaque." Y/N rolled her eyes.

"Since when do you call me Montaque? It is Graham to you, you know, it's your father's privilege." he says.

"Oh? So just my father's?" Y/N asked mockingly.

Graham throws his hand around Y/N's shoulder and addresses her "You know you are one of my favorite Slytherin girls. I know you since you were a baby." said Graham, still walking with his hand over Y/N's shoulder.

"Snobby, aren't you?" Y/N said mocking him.

In that moment they heard a sharp intake of breath. Y/N turned her back to look and saw Draco walking behind them with Theo.

"Oh, didn't see you guys there." Graham said.

"Apparently." said Theo while throwing a glance at Draco.

Draco furrowed his eyebrows and hissed. "Whatever." said looking away.

"So, thanks again, Graham. I'll see you around?" Y/N said stuttering. Graham left, nodding his head. She was afraid that Draco saw Graham's arm around Y/N. Well, the worst was yet to come, Y/N didn't know it just yet.

"So Y/N, being one of Graham's favourites from Slytherin must be flattering. Huh? Isn't it?" said Draco mocking. He rolled his eyes at Y/N. "Carrying you around like some kind of trophy in his arms? What a gentleman is Montaque." added Draco.

So he not only saw his arms around her but he also heard Graham's words towards Y/N.

And Draco was non-stop talking about Y/N's interaction with Graham. This was the first time Draco was this reactive. His reactions were getting out of hand and he was eventually stopped by Theo. "Cool down, dude." said Theo to Draco.

Draco scoffed.

Well, this was new. 

"Theo, may I talk to Draco alone please?" Y/N asked politely.

Theo nodded and walked away.

Draco still wouldn't look Y/N in the eyes.

"Dray?" she asked.

No answer.

"D-Dray?" she asks again.

"Don't Dray me now, Y/N." Draco said, anger in his voice causing Y/N to stutter.

"I-I- just….What's the problem then Draco?" Y/N asked.

"There is no problem. Everything is fine." Draco said rolling his eyes.

"Oh come on! Why are you so hard on me lately?" Y/N asked as if she didn't know the answer.

"I am not hard on you. I am not the one who's making things harder." Draco looked away again.

"Making things harder? I don't understand." Y/N's heart was beating too fast.

"Why is Montaque so clingy to you? He should take his dirty hands off of you. Or else." he finishes.

"I'm sorry Draco? He is my friend." Y/N answered, sensing Draco's jealousy.

"Well, then he should act like it. Who is he to touch you? Hell, who is he to lay a finger on you?" Draco was getting angrier each minute.

"I didn't know that you hated him that much." Y/N said, unsure of what will happen next.

"He does not mean anything to me. But I will go out of my way to make him sorry for being this close to you, if I have to." Draco said in a rather serious tone.

"You will?" Y/N asked.

"Yeah, I will Y/N." he answered.

"No need tho, he is a friend. That's all he'll ever be." Y/N assured. Draco and Y/N started walking towards the Slytherin common room.

But this time, Draco was different. He was walking extremely close to Y/N and his hand almost touched Y/N's. Tension between them could be sensed from miles away. A quite tense walk ended with them entering the common room. However, Y/N was never going to forget how jealous and protective Draco got of her. And he almost held her hand, for the first time. For the first time in eternity.

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[dhr-ao3]

Because It Was You

Because It Was You https://ift.tt/zD2ochp by dearest_writer Hermione fell in love once. And then, this person took everything from her before betraying her in the worst possible way. It was to be expected after all, as this person was Draco Malfoy. But three years have passed since then, and the war has finally come to an end. Here she is now, expected to return to the newly reopened Hogwarts to finally obtain her NEWT, even though she hasn’t been able to perform magic for months, nor read a single textbook’s page. The mind healer says she’s haunted by the war. Hermione, for her part, thinks it has more to do with the fact that Harry— No. She can’t bear to speak about that. She can’t— Oh, how could she forget? She also happens to be engaged to her idiotic, drug addict, redheaded best friend. And as if all that wasn't enough already, she now has to share a common room with all the other 8th Year students, thanks to McGonagall's brilliant new idea. So really, how is she supposed to survive this last year, especially with those icy eyes constantly fixed on her? And why does she feel like she never belongs anywhere? Only that enigmatic Slytherin, Theodore Nott, seems to truly understand her… Words: 1630, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Underage Sex Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Lavender Brown Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott Additional Tags: POV Multiple, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Hogwarts Eighth Year Common Room, the plot is traumatised teenagers forced to live together, Forced Proximity, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Slytherins Redemption, Found Family, Magical Drugs, Substance Abuse, Parties, Horny Teenagers, Teenage Drama, First Love, First Time, Love Triangle, come for Draco stay for Theo, Flashbacks, Heavy Angst, Late Night Conversations, Drunken Confessions, Sleepovers, Muggle Clubbing, Quidditch Nights, Virgin Hermione Granger, Virgin Draco Malfoy, Coming of Age, Coming Out, Friendship, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Harry Potter is Dead, Grief/Mourning, Eating Disorders, Depression, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicidal Thoughts, Everyone Needs A Hug, poc characters, Cultural References, Wizarding Traditions (Harry Potter), Black Hermione Granger, down bad draco malfoy, Chaotic Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini Speaks Italian, Neville Longbottom is Hot, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, BAMF Ginny Weasley, therapy is expensive writing is free, the tags are a mess just like my characters sorry via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/UfhbecX December 05, 2024 at 07:43PM

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: HP Call Me Daddy Fest (Part 2)

HP Call Me Daddy Fest 2023:

little kitten street by mossymiu - E, WIP - the very first time they meet, hermione knows she’s in trouble. trouble of only the cruelly sweet or achingly inviting kind.or: the modern au age gap ddlg fic

Heavenly Fire by ThorneKate for Hypothetically - E, WIP - The last time the Virent Rosa was seen, the wizarding world was on the edge of extinction. Now, it's chosen a new caretaker as a new war looms on the horizon and threatens everything she holds dear.Hermione Granger finds herself in an entirely different fight, and it could very well change the world as they all know it. [Hermione x Everyone]

Fill Me Up, Daddy by RoseDeVents - E, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are having a hard time conceiving, and their healer recommends a rather unorthodox method of treatment: Hermione should drink Draco’s semen every day for a week. How that is supposed to help her get pregnant, Hermione has no idea – but she’s willing to try anything to have Draco’s baby. The week ends with her having tried quite a lot of things, actually.Inspired by a true story the Internet forced me to see about Kourtney Kardashian and Travis Barker. Written for Call Me Daddy Fest 2023.

Making Their Heir by AuroraNyx - E, 2 chapters - “Sshhh baby”, he whispered as he leaned in close to her, trailing his tongue up the side of her neck; she tasted of sweat and sex and her scent was half of the heady fragrance that had made up his Amortentia in Slughorn’s 6th year Potions class. “You knew damn well that you were signing up to be our breeding slut." [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Better Living Through Potions by Ceilidhchaos - E, 10 chapters -  Theodore Nott has never just taken what he wants. He's let his own desires fall to the wayside. All that changes when he finds an old potion recipe book of his father's. It's going to give him everything he's ever wanted and he doesn't care if he has to go Dark to do it. He is a Nott after all. DEAD DOVE! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK! MIND THE TAGS!

Cover my nightmares in gold by prima_vera - M, one-shot - Her ex-enemy, her step-sibling, her friend, her lover–he's all of that and more. And he's the only person who can turn the grey wasteland of her nightmares gold.

a paper anniversary by Stars_in_motion - E, one-shot - The one-year deadline to conceive a child is nearing for the enacted Marriage Law.With nothing else to say, she’s left with the rest of her half-truth. “I want a baby.”Draco blinks down at her once. Then twice. “You want a baby. With”—he hesitates through the question—“Me?”“Who else?” Now it’s her turn to be frustrated. “You’re my husband, aren’t you?”

Granger's Gamble by SaffronGin - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger thought she could antagonise her husband so she would be skillfully punished later.She didn't account for such a big audience- and she didn't expect the audience to participate. [Hermione x Everyone]

Cauldron duty by thatblondebitvh - E, 2 chapters - She held his stare, fire blazing in her eyes. “Detention for what? For smiling?”Theo whistled, nearly bouncing in his chair in excitement.Professor Malfoy slammed his palms at her desk and leaned so close they would share the same air if only she dared to breathe. “I will give you detention for breathing in my class if I want to. You’d do well to remember that, Miss Granger.”

The Weight of the Void by gloivy - E, one-shot - “And why is Hermione Granger from five years in the future so concerned with a curse that I am going to receive?”There is a long pause before she speaks once more. “Because the curse will stop you from ever siring an heir.”Hermione travels back in time with a single request—for Draco to fuck an heir into her.

prove it by harlowvera - E, one-shot -" Prove it," she begs. "Prove to me that you'll stay, that you'll stay with me. For me.""Tell me how, baby, tell me what you need and I'll do it. I'll show you how serious I am," he insists, gripping her face with a desperate, near-bruising strength. "Anything.""A baby," she gasps. "Give me a baby."

To be had by Miso (SaffronGin) - E, one-shot - Discovering the pleasures of sex was the most exciting thing to happen to Hermione Granger since finding out she was a witch. She goes to great lengths to get exactly what she wants, and to her surprise, three Pureblood Slytherins stumble upon her. [Hermione x Everyone]

When In Rome by Wanderingxfae - E, one-shot -  Hermione is partying with the Slytherin crew, and Veritiserum gets thrown in, and our girl admits she has a praise kink. Draco seeks to fulfill her dreams, and maybe start one of his own.

Today His, Tomorrow Yours by rockthecasbah18 - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger has been feeling neglected by her husband for longer than she’d care to admit. Is a baby really the best way to fix things? Draco Malfoy seems to have some thoughts on the matter.

The Fundraiser by Kal11915 - E, one-shot - Hermione must attend a fundraiser per her boss Draco…. Misunderstandings galore. Teasing and feelings all come out to play

When In Cupido’s Sights by chronophobique - E, one-shot - When her eyes flew open, Hermione didn’t think she could get more anxious than she already was until the only open eyes she met as she looked around were Malfoy’s.This couldn’t be happening.Cupido couldn’t possibly hate her so much as to pair her with him.OR the one in which Draco and Hermione find themselves trapped in a card game and are forced to pair up to survive.

The Bet by GardenAtTwilight - E, one-shot - Draco and Theo place a bet on who will be the father of their first child with Hermione. [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

Now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it by nyquilsquirrel - E, one-shot - “Believe me, you don’t want to find out what happens if you bite,” he warned. There was a mocking edge to his voice, almost like he was daring her to find out.Hermione pressed her lips together tightly, eyes glaring up at him, proud and defiant, even as tears skimmed her pink cheeks.Stroking his hard, throbbing length, Draco cooed, “You look so pretty when you cry.” [READ ALL WARNINGS]

The Scent of You by nyle_bd - E, one-shot - Draco comes home to a very horny Hermione and rewards his kitten with his cream.Written for HP Call Me Daddy Fest 2023. Prompt: Kitten's First Heat.Tagged as "AU Amortentia" because this work explores the association of olfaction with love and romance in a non-magical universe.

As It Was by smokyquartz - E, one-shot - The loss of time creeps up like ivy. It can be beautiful and full of life or it can poison and strangle like a snake. Three people find themselves wound up in memories - desperate to tear the vines away to start anew. But life has never been so easy.Somehow, it'll always lead back into the past. [Draco x Hermione x Theo]

A simple ask by princess_mousie - E, one-shot - Hermione asks her Daddy for a gift money can't necessarily buy and he will make good on his promise to deliver

Baby Mission by princess_mousie - E, one-shot - Hermione is determined to get her baby, but her mafia husband will need convincing...

This fest is ongoing.

[kmd0107]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34346764/chapters/85463590

Just promoted Healer Hermione Granger hits a serious bump in the road after a one-night stand with Pureblood society’s most eligible bachelor Draco Malfoy results in pregnancy. Can the consequences of their actions bring them together and give them both what they’ve been missing?

Knocked Up AU

Chapters: 1/15 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Mr Granger/Mrs Granger (Harry Potter) Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ron Weasley Additional Tags: Accidental Pregnancy, Comedy of Errors, BFF Theo, Narcissa wants grandbabies, Healer Hermione Granger, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Harry and Ginny are sleep deprived, Ron is clueless, magic has a mind of its own, Explicit Sexual Content, HEA

[gameofdrarry]

Wizards Hearts Recs: Healer!Draco

Wizards Hearts was a four-month-long Drarry reading fest. Players were given a playing deck of 52 tropes, and were asked to find 52 different fics to read and comment on to fill their decks. To prevent the same few fics from being read, fics were restricted to only being used for the game three times before being considered ineligible for further points. The tropes and submissions list can be found here.

Check out the masterlist of fics for this trope below the cut!

📜 The Four Doors by fluxweed Rated:  Explicit Words:  48845 Tags: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Memory Loss, Memory Magic, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Power Imbalance, Auror Harry Potter, Dubious Consent Due To Identity Issues, Dubious Consent Due To Patient/Healer Dynamic, Mind Fucking (Literally), Not Epilogue Compliant, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE Summary:  It’s been four months since Harry lost his memory. Four months of dead ends and no answers. With time running out until his memories are gone for good, Harry agrees to a course of Legilimency therapy with a renowned specialist: Mind Healer Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Where The Falcons Fly by MyNameIsThunder Rated:  Mature Words:  283177 Tags: Healer Draco Malfoy, Seeker Harry Potter, Quidditch, accidental magic, Blood and Injury, Not Epilogue Compliant, It's Not Paranoia If They're Really Out To Get You, Post-Hogwarts, Scars, Secret Relationship, Slow Burn, Whump, POV Third Person Limited, Mutual Pining, Power Couple, Major Character Injury, Minor Character Death, Eventual Fluff Summary:  Where the Falcons fly, there’s blood. Where Draco goes, there usually is too. That’s his job, after all – heal morons and the people who get in their way. He could deal with that, he thinks, if only there wasn’t Harry fucking Potter, Seeker, who gets injured a lot even by the Falcons’ standards and seems to have made a habit of inserting himself in Draco’s private life. Draco just wants to heal people – normal people, that is – and do his research in peace. Well, when does he ever get what he wants? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 A Better Kind of Love by MalenkayaCherepakha Rated:  Explicit Words:  25768 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, St Mungo's Hospital, Hospitals, discussion of injuries, Broken Bones, Injury Recovery, Skele-Gro, Physical Therapy, Nightmares, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Getting Together, Quidditch, Masturbation, Rimming, Shower Sex, Locker Room Sex, Semi-Public Sex, H/D Erised 2020 Summary:  Harry, along with the rest of the Puddlemere United team, is determined that this year will be the year they finally win the Quidditch League Cup. But when a Bludger-induced fall leads to a missed Snitch, broken bones, and an extended stay in St Mungo's, that conviction is put to the test. If Harry wants to have any chance of returning to the pitch this season he has to put all of his faith in his assigned Healer. Which is no easy task when that Healer is Draco Malfoy. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Meet Cute by rewmariewrites Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  4203 Tags: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, St Mungo's Hospital, Hospitals, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, Pining Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry is a Little Shit, Banter Summary:  It may be important to note that Draco Malfoy meets the love of his life when he is twenty-five years old. Well. In the spirit of fairness, that statement is both technically inaccurate and incredibly vague. Draco isn’t just twenty-five years old, when he meets the love of his life, he’s also in his fourth year of the Healing Programme at St. Mungo’s, and this isn't actually the first time they've ever met. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Don't Waste Your Eyes on Jealous Guys by EvAEleanor Rated:  Mature Words:  9667 Tags: MACUSA | Magical Congress of the United States of America, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Roadtrips, Music, Implied Sexual Content, on the bonnet of a car, Pining, jealous boyfriend, mentions of Abusive Relationship (emotionally and verbally), First Kiss, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Hopeful Ending, Choose Your Own Ending, Touch, hearing, TasteofSmut 2020, First Time, Bittersweet Ending Summary:  For two years now, Harry’s life has been different. Not only does he work in New York City as the Auror liaison to MACUSA on an international murder case, but he’s seen more of Draco Malfoy than he’d ever thought possible. Working with him, and spending time with him after work. During all of this time, Harry has watched Draco going back to his shitty boyfriend over and over again. The worst thing about all of this, he’d fallen in love with him. Maybe there’s hope for Harry though. Maybe for just one night... ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 All is NOT well... by iStiz Rated:  Mature Words:  65500 Tags: HP: EWE, Not Epilogue Compliant, Slow Build, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Hermione Granger & Harry Potter Friendship, Healer Draco Malfoy, Quidditch, Angst, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Physical Abuse, Past Child Abuse, Depression, Substance Abuse, Rehabilitation, Cuddling & Snuggling, Mild Sexual Content, vague sexual content, Happy Ending Summary:  The war may be over but all is NOT well. Harry feels lost, the Ministry is still trying to control him, his friendships with Ron is rocky at best, he doesn't sleep enough, and then there's Draco Malfoy. Things haven't turned out quite the way Harry expected them to, but at least he still has Hermione to help him (and maybe some new friends if he can trust letting them into his life). ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Harry Potter and the elusive day off by pleasebekidding Rated:  Explicit Words:  71753 Tags: Sleep disorders, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in all honesty this has a bunch of pain, problematic therapist/patient stuff, mind healer!draco, auror!Harry, no seriously the therapist/patient stuff is super problematic but welcome to fanfic, Child Abuse Summary:  Auror Potter needs a fucking break. He is wiped. He is exhausted. He probably didn't intend to put himself into a magical coma but these things happen. And who cares, really? He is comfortable in a house where he has hidden away all the shit he can't deal with. Guaritore Christopher Black is an exceptional psychiatrist with a specialisation in sleep disorders. He is also Draco Malfoy in a Glamour. Minister Hermione Granger knows the dangers and the complications, but she needs her best friend back. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 oxygen by MaesterChill Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  4065 Tags: Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Post-Hogwarts, Smoking, Cigarettes, Talking, Breathing, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Minor Character Death, A Kiss, Fanart, POV Second Person Summary:  Draco doesn’t smoke. Except when he needs to breathe. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Indebtedness by RecIt_Ralph Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  50685 Tags: HP: EWE, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Slow Build, Fluff and Angst, forgiving Harry, Chaptered, My First Fanfic, Swearing, Snark, Eventual Happy Ending, Second Chances, Getting to Know Each Other Summary:  Of all the Healers in all of St Mungo's - why does Harry always end up with Malfoy? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Best Laid Plans by CreateImagineWrite Rated:  Explicit Words:  10105 Tags: Marriage Proposal, Lust Potion/Spell, Secret Relationship, Anal Sex, Established Relationship, Barebacking Summary:  He hadn’t intended to be fully clothed with Harry naked at this point, or to have just made him take an antidote to a poison or have had to Incarcerus him to the bed. But they’ve never had a very normal relationship anyways. And damn him if he’s going to let Ginevra Weasley get in the way of him marrying this man. Fourshot. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Iustitia & Prudentia by skeptique Rated:  Explicit Words:  36302 Tags: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, Post-War, Auror Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Bisexual Harry Potter, Gay Draco Malfoy, Redeemed Draco Malfoy, Mental Health Issues, Everyone is going to Therapy, Taking their Meds, Calling Their Person, Slow Burn, Procedural That's Fairly Light on the Procedural Part, Canon Content Warnings Apply, brief discussion of infertility, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Discussion of Ongoing Food Related Issues, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Canon Typical Violence, Kidnapping, Confinement, Pansexual Theo Nott, Case Fic, Mystery, Draco Malfoy in Glasses, Minor Character Death Summary:  Draco Malfoy’s entire life fell apart after the War. He’s putting it back together as best he can with what is available to him. But Harry keeps interfering and won’t leave him alone. When he agrees to be an Auror consultant to help Harry, is it more than he bargained for? The world shifted under Harry Potter’s feet and he found himself lost and purposeless. He anchors himself in uncovering the truth about a dangerous pureblood terrorist group. Is Draco the key to solving these crimes, or is he a distraction? ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 To Do No Harm by Lokifan Rated:  Explciit Words:  58114 Tags: Post-Hogwarts, HP: EWE, Quidditch, Getting Together, Getting Back Together, Hurt/Comfort, Recovering From The War And Becoming Better People, Quidditch Player Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Community: hd_erised, Break Up Summary:  Draco hadn’t planned to end up as team Healer for the Chudley Cannons, but it’s a Healer job, so he’ll take it - and then Potter shows up, the glorious centre-of-attention Seeker, as ever. And someone with a grudge is sabotaging Quidditch teams, and it’s only a matter of time before the Aurors’ eyes turn to Draco. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 To Prove We're Not in a Rut by gracerene Rated:  Explicit Words:  2140 Tags: Established Relationship, Post-Hogwarts, Healer Draco, POV Harry Potter, Bottom Harry, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Wall Sex, well it's actually against a door, Top Draco, Bottom Harry Potter, Top Draco Malfoy Summary:  Draco and Harry are not in a rut. Draco sets out to prove it. ❤️ Read on AO3

📜 Tell Me the End at the Beginning by harryromper Rated:  Teen and Up Words:  36591 Tags: Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Post-Hogwarts, St Mungo's Hospital, Healer Draco Malfoy, Auror Harry Potter, Auror Hermione Granger, Christmas, Christmas Tree, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Christmas Presents, Christmas Decorations, 25 Days of Harry and Draco, Food Hall Turkeys, Advent Calendar, Healer Luna Lovegood, Kreacher, Minor Neville Longbottom/Ginny Weasley, Yule Logs, Misheard Christmas carols Summary:  St Mungo’s is the last place anyone wants to spend the festive season. Harry finds himself there anyway. Or: Harry's an Auror suspended from duty, Malfoy's wearing the hell out of three-piece suits, Hermione is entirely over everything, and Kreacher just wants to be left alone to decorate for Christmas. ❤️ Read on AO3

[kerie-prince]

We're Worlds Apart (7)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: none (other than blaise being jealous)

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: my workplace is under construction and i'm stressed bc i have to work around all the rubbish and it makes me stay longer when i wanna come home and write 😭 anyways, this is unedited so i'll come back to it after i clock off tonight

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Being friends with you was kind of weird. Draco couldn't really tell you about his day because it consisted of magic nearly the entire time. He’s also at work for almost the entire week, so he wasn't really at home much.

Except for now. Draco finally had twelve days off to spend with his best mates. He had been so caught up with the chaos that surrounded him at work that he wasn't able to plan any sightseeing activities to do with them, so he just let them pick whatever it was they wanted to do.

“I could always ask Y/N what to do,” Blaise suggested. Yes, Draco hadn't forgotten the small fling between you and his best mate. Blaise would go over to your house at least three nights a week while Draco stayed overnight at Santa Marie's. Theo didn't mind being by himself and was grateful that the guest bedroom was farthest from your bedroom window. Draco was also grateful that he chose to go on nights he wasn't home; he didn't need to hear you two throughout the night.

Now that a hatchet was somewhat buried, Draco thought that asking you was a good idea. He nodded his head and headed for the door. Blaise also got up, but the both of them stopped when their hands nearly collided on the door knob. “Oh, did you want to ask her?” Blaise questioned.

“Uh… no you go. She's your…” Draco paused, “You go ahead.” Blaise gave him a weird look before walking out the door and headed to your house. Theo watched the whole thing and waited to start laughing at Draco. He glared at Nott and spat out, “What are you laughing at?”

“What was that?” Theo held his stomach as he caught his breath. “Did you want to talk to her?” Draco didn't appreciate whatever his friend was trying to say. It's just a bloody question. He sat down on the couch and picked up the Daily Prophet from Theo’s hands. He wasn't surprised to find Harry Potter in it, a column about his recent marriage with Weasley’s sister. He was surprised that they hadn't gotten married sooner.

“Do you think it's weird that Blaise is dating a muggle?” Theo asked. His face was neutral, but his tone was suggestive. Draco internalized the question. On one hand, it didn't really disturb him all that much. He was confused as to whether or not you were his girlfriend, but Blaise doesn't really talk about you too much. On another hand, he knew Blaise and even though you annoyed him – or did you? – he always took pity on any girl that mixed with Blaise. Draco didn't know what Blaise would do, but it was enough to get anyone on their knees for him in more ways than one.

“I don’t care who or what he dates,” Draco stated. Theo went to minding his business, until something caught his attention from outside. “Oh Salazar, what is he doing?” Theo’s voice was filled with amusement. Draco turned from his sitting position and saw what was happening.

Blaise was fully making out with you right on your porch. Out where anyone could watch. One of his hands were tangled in your hair while the other one was resting gently on your waist. Your hands rested shyly on his shoulders and it looked as if you were on your toes just to reach up to his height. The kiss was slow and sensual.

It was exactly what Draco needed to see. Because from that, he felt nothing at all. Just a gross feeling that he was potentially invading someone's privacy. Sure, they were outside but it still felt weird. Draco wasn't one to enjoy public displays of affection.

“Wow, he’s really milking it out. You reckon he asked her about sight-seeing?” Theo kept observing them from the window. Draco hit his head with the newspaper rolled up. Theo laughed and turned to look at the blond man next to him. “How come you’re not with anyone?”

“With where I work, do you honestly think I have time to find someone?” Draco sassed as he continued reading. Dating was the last thing on his mind. He was too focused on work to even flirt with another woman. Pansy was the last person Draco had ever dated. He was meant to be betrothed to Astoria Greengrass, but Draco declined and started his path to becoming a healer. He also didn't want to be in a marriage knowing he couldn't genuinely love her.

Moving to America, he never found anyone interesting. Ashley was nice but not only was she already married, she was married to a woman. Other women in the department, or hospital as a whole, took an initial liking to Draco, but he figured it was solely due to the fact that he’s a foreign British man with an accent. After a month of women flirting with him, it died down almost completely and everyone treated him as normal which pretty much confirmed it to him. Would Draco like to date someone? Absolutely. But right now, he was perfectly happy being by himself.

Theo knew Draco enough to know when he was fibbing and this wasn't one of those times. He was glad to see Draco be okay with himself after all this time. He remembers the constant need of validation during their days at Hogwarts. And it was because of a certain wizard who Draco was always competing with. Now as for Theo, he had been out of the dating scene for a while and he was nearly desperate to get laid.

He dropped the topic and got up to take a short nap in the guest room. A few moments later, Blaise was knocking on the door. Draco got up to open it and was caught by surprise to see you standing behind Blaise. You looked like you weren't really sure what you were doing there either. “Mate,” Blaise started off, “what if we brought her along with us?”

You blinked at the tall man standing in front of you and then looked at Draco who had the same facial expression. “Who else better to show us around than someone who actually lives here?” Blaise suggested. It made sense; you would know your way around and Draco could save himself the trouble of not only Blaise and Theo being lost, but also Draco also getting lost. He still had a hard time with some of the streets. One-way streets, round-a-bouts, and bike lanes were still new to him. And you once mentioned how Manhattan was worse than the streets here in Buffalo, so how would he deal with that?

You stood unusually quiet. Blaise had only just asked you to tag along with them and before you could even process the question, you were being dragged to Draco’s house. “I don’t know, I don't want to intrude on–”

“Nonsense, you’d be our guide. I highly doubt Draco knows where he’s going,” Blaise assured. He got a stern ‘Hey’ from the blond but ignored it. “What do you say? Come with us?” You looked back and forth from the both of them and settled on Draco, your eyes asking him if he would even want you there. He shrugged his shoulders, leaving it up to you.

“Uh, sure. I’d just have to fix my schedule and–” you started before Blaise cut you off, “Great! We leave tomorrow at seven in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and walked inside. Draco stood at the door and was still confused as to what just happened. You started to walk away before Draco asked you, “Should we take my car?” You turned around and thought about it. “If you want.”

Draco preferred it, so he just agreed to it. “I’ll see you tomorrow, then.” You smiled sheepishly and raised your hand to say 'bye’. Tomorrow was surely going to be… something.

—

You were hoping to be able to rest your head on Blaise’s shoulder for the ride to the airport. But here you were, in Draco’s car with the largest cup of coffee that was barely keeping you awake as you drove there. You were glad that Draco had common sense to book two flight tickets for everyone to go there because there was so way in hell you were going to drive six hours to Manhattan and another six back.

Theo, however, was resting his head on Blaise’s shoulder as he snored away during the short ride. Blaise tried to shove him off, but it turned out that the sleepy friend was heavier than he looked. It was funny, really. Draco sat in the passenger seat next to you on his phone trying to read out directions. You insisted you didn't need them, but he said they were more for himself when they come back home.

Once on the plane, you finally got some shut eye. You stayed up all night thinking about what to do for the day. Where to go, what to eat, what to see. And other things kept you up, but that's besides the point. During the security check, you had to hold your laughter. It was hilarious to watch the three men be so confused as to what was going on. They acted like it was their first time in an airport.

The seats you had were nice and surely expensive. Draco insisted that you didn't have to pay him back. Must be nice being rich you thought. Blaise looked at you and poked your nose, “Is someone sleepy?” You glared at him before laying back into your seat, “Maybe if you didn't keep me up all night, I wouldn't be tired.” You didn't know how the man could have this much energy in the morning.

The hour went by quick and you were in Manhattan by ten in the morning. You suggested a local diner that was near the airport which they all agreed to since they didn't know their way around. At the diner, Blaise and Theo had made a dash for the restroom. You laughed at the view of Theo pushing Blaise behind him and Blaise glaring at him as he smacked the back of his head.

“I swear, they’re still childish gits,” Draco groaned. “26 years old and they still don't grow up.” You nudged his arm from across the table. “Leave them be. They’re still young, and so are you. Let loose, we’re in New York City after all. Can’t be brooding the whole time.” Draco rolled his eyes and looked at the menu that was under the glass on the table.

A waitress came up to your table with a small clipboard and notepad. “Are you two ready to order?” she asked sweetly. “Not yet, we’re waiting on two people to come back,” you answered. “Oh that’s cute, is this a double date?”

Without hesitation, you and Draco stated at the same time, “We’re not together.” The waitress looked between the two of you and just nodded. “I’ll be back, then.” The both of you hadn’t said a word when she left and patiently waited for his friends to come back. Shortly after, they did. Blaise took the spot in the booth next to you and Theo next to Draco.

“Alright, what do you suggest I get?” Blaise asked you. He had his body slightly facing yours and an arm over the top of the seat around you. He hadn't bothered to look on the menu and just focused on your features. “Depends, what do you like?”

“Anything,” he lowered his voice and was close to your ear. The breath tickled your ear which made you giggle. “Okay, we get it. You two are cute. Now keep it down, I’d like to be able to digest this food,” Theo’s nose crinkled as he complained. You still didn't know Theo all that much. This morning, he walked like a zombie and he probably just became fully awake, so to see his best friend making kissy faces at you before his first meal wasn't an ideal way to start the day. Draco chuckled in his seat as he was still figuring out what to order.

“I have to make a quick call,” you announced before pulling out your phone and called one of your employees, “Were you able to open fine on your own? Okay, call me if anything happens. Okay, bye.” The waitress came back and took down the order after she set a pot of coffee for the four of you.

Theo was the first to say something, “So, Y/N is it?” You nodded in response as you took a sip from your mug. “What is it that you do in your free time? Other than Blaise, of course.” He had a smug smile watching as you blushed. Two seconds later, the table shook and Theo groaned in pain. Unbeknownst to you, both Blaise and Draco had kicked Theo in his shins.

“Stupid git,” Draco said under his breath. Theo glared at his friends as he rubbed his legs. You cleared your throat and started to speak before Blaise stopped you, “You don’t have to answer that.”

“It’s okay, he was just joking,” you defended. “No he wasn't,” Draco added. You ignored him and looked at Theo, “What do you want to know?”

He had your full attention and ignored the looks from his friends, “What do you do for a living? What’s your work like?”

“Well, I uhh,” you started, “I own a store downtown. I’m there almost everyday.”

“What kind of store is it?” Theo asked as he leaned over the table closer to you. “What do you sell?”

“Candles,” for the second time that day, you and Draco synchronized. “Yeah, I sell candles and little… knick knacks,” you still hadn't opened up to Draco or Blaise for that matter about your Wiccan activities. So to say that you sold sage bundles, specially made oils and healing crystals would raise questions you weren't ready to answer now.

“Draco, have you ever been to the place? What is it called, by the way?” Theo kept on. Blaise was certainly not kidding when he said that Theo loved to talk. “No, I haven't,” Draco answered. “It’s called Soul Beads, wasn't it?”

“Yeah, that’s the name.” The food was brought on a large tray. Blaise handed your plate to you and you grabbed your fork to dig in. He was eating slowly, looking as if he was thinking about something. “Hey, you okay?” you whispered to him, Draco and Theo having their own conversation. “Oh, uh, yeah. I’m fine, love,” Blaise continued eating at a faster pace now. You looked around the men that surrounded you and smiled. Today’s gonna be fun.

—

The day went… weird. Blaise tried to have as much fun as possible but something was bothering him. Was it Theo talking his head off the entire time? No, I’m used to that. Was it his legs tired after walking almost all day? No, not that. Was it how even though you held his hands the whole time and gave him occasional kisses on his cheek or lips, you had gone the entire day talking to Draco and shared a couple laughs with him? Absolutely.

Jealousy was always an ugly emotion to Blaise. It annoyed him during his time at Hogwarts, and it annoys him now. The way girls would ask him if he was messing around with other girls and he’d always say the same thing. “How could I when you’re the most beautiful girl in these halls?” They’d all swoon over it. And by the looks of it, you swooned over his every word as well. But the looks you gave him were different from the ones you gave Draco.

From all the letters he had gotten from Draco, Blaise knew how much he hated you. No, loathed. But after the two of you decided to make nice, it was like you had been friends since day one. Draco may have even looked comfortable talking to you. And it bothered Blaise. His time with you may have been short, but today made him realize something.

Blaise is nowhere near being in love, he knew that much. But he knew that he didn't want to be messing around anymore. He wants to have an actual relationship, and right now, he wanted it with you. Blaise was confused by it all. He should be happy that his best friend and a girl he likes gets along. It would make it all that much easier.

But something about the two of you was odd today.

Maybe there was a look that lasted too long. Or a tone that came out differently. Or maybe… no. Blaise knew what it was. He just wants to have that same friendship with you. Blaise still didn't know that much about you. He didn't even know you had your own store until that morning. And to hear that his friend who supposedly hates you even knows not only the name of the store, but what you sell, hit something in him.

So, he was going to change that. Because for the most part, you were pretty interesting. He knew you were a Wiccan and as much as he doesn't really care to know what it was all about – considering he can just do any magic with a flick of a wand – he’d at least know you a little better.

Momentarily, as he was deep in thought, Theo’s annoying voice popped in his head. Hey, at least you know her in a way Malfoy won’t. He mentally cringed at it for a second before he thought Wait. I do. It was a start, not one that someone usually prefers, but it was better than nothing.

You sat beside him on the ride back home and had a smile on your lips while you rested on him. Draco was driving and Theo wanted to raise the volume of the music but his hand was slapped away. “She’s sleeping, idiot.” Draco scolded.

“Merlin, look at this,” Theo looked at Blaise as he pointed to Draco’s face. “Malfoy caring for a muggle? I’ve seen everything now.”

“M-muggle?” You rubbed your eyes and yawned. The three Slytherin’s had wide eyes, Blaise cursing Theo with his eyes. “I've heard,” you let out another yawn, “Draco say that before.”

Merlin, how many times have these actually talked? Blaise thought. “I-it’s just slang from London,” he tried to cover up. You nodded your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek before going back to sleep.

Once everyone was home, Blaise walked you to your door. “I had fun today, did you?” Blaise gave his most convincing smile, “Yeah, I did.”

You said ‘Good night’ and almost closed the door when he stopped you. “Is it alright that I stay with you tonight?”

“I'm kind of tired, maybe tomorrow–”

“No, not for that,” Blaise chuckled at your insinuation. You looked slightly surprised. And it made sense considering that's almost all he came over for. Nonetheless, you let him into your home. Blaise stayed true to his words and just laid beside you in bed until the two went to sleep.

In his own bedroom, Draco smiled as he thought about the fun day he had. Maybe being friends with you wasn't so bad. He went to his kitchen to grab a drink when he noticed there was one person missing. “Where's Blaise?”

“I think he's staying at Y/N’s,” Theo stated. Inside, Draco felt an unusual pang in his chest. He let it go and went to bed. Hopelessly trying to get out of his head whatever you two were up to.

—

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[willowbleedsonpaper]

Beside You

Theo Nott x Healer!Reader. 

W.C. : 5180

Requested by the lovely @herstory-study​:  Hi again! I have another request for Theodore Nott if possible (bc I always imagine him to be like an absolute babeeee)... anyway, I was wondering if you could do a post war one shot where Nott is just trying to overcome him being on Voldy’s side and the reader defending him against assholes who judge him and helping him move on pleaseeee

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood, torture and death. I think that’s it. 

The war was over, it was finally over. Years of fear and torment at the hands of Voldemort and his followers were just a bad memory you and all your friends could finally start healing from. You had been on the easy side of the war, or more like the least damaging. Staying at Hogwarts and studying under the rule of Snape and the Carrows, although traumatic was nothing compared to what Harry, Hermione and Ron had to go through, as well as his more closest friends like the entire Weasley family, Neville and Luna. They had taken upon themselves to go and find the way to defeat Voldemort and they had done it successfully, after enduring some not so enjoyable moments and the loss of many loved ones. 

You had been there when Harry revealed himself to Snape, Professor McGonagall stepping in his defense as the crowd of students from all houses cleared the way with gasps and heavy breathing, you had been there when Professor McGonagall sent the entire Slytherin house to the dungeons as the rest of the houses helped clear the younger student and prepared for battle. 

You saw students fight, using all the training provided by Hogwarts and Harry himself against Voldemort forces. You saw people cry, laugh, scream, die and run. You had seen things that were now burned into your mind, waking you up in the middle of the night with a choked scream as cold sweat rolled down your forehead. 

You didn't even want to think what Harry and his friends woke up to in the middle of the night. 

But more worrying, you didn't want to know what the Slytherins woke up to in the mornings. 

Two year had passed by since the battle of Hogwarts, you had your life more or less back to normal. Whatever normal meant this days. You were training as healer at St. Mungos, not the easiest job but it payed off for food and your apartment besides the fact that you actually enjoyed it. It was full of surprises. 

"Morning, Y/N." said one of the healers as he arrived to the desk, greeting you with a peck on the cheek as he sign in for the day. 

"Dr. Williams," you said back, pointing to one of the rooms with a file in your hand "You arrived just in time," you handed him the file with an innocent smile "Julie, eight years old. Fell of her broom and broke her right arm." 

He sighed, taking the file from you "The day we get more than broken bones I'll buy you dinner." he winked your way, turning away before you could answer. 

Your shifts usually started at noon and ended late at night. It was going to be a long day. 

And just as you thought the day stretched out like it was a boring class at Hogwarts, the day slow with only three patients, giving a lot of free time to Dr. Williams to shamelessly flirt with you. 

"I've told you before, it's Jason." he said with a smirk, leaning in the desk as the other Healers stared at you two "Dr. Williams sounds too serious." he shrugged, like his title was something he was ashamed of. 

"Well this is a serious environment Dr. Williams, you are technically my boss." you said, not looking up from the papers you had to fill before the end of the day, which was in 30 minutes. 

"Oh, c'mon Y/N!" he exclaimed, a smile always in his face as he took the quill from your hand. 

You lifted your face in annoyance, trying to reach for the quill when he lifted his hand above his head "Jason, I need that." you grumbled tiredly, opening your palm for him to return it. 

He grinned "See? Wasn't that hard to call me by my name." he placed the quill back in your hand, finally finishing the papers. 

You shook your head, gathering everything in your arms to take it back to its place. But the sound of the door bursting open caught yours and everyone's attention, a gasp leaving your lips as you saw the group of people entering the hospital. 

"We need a healer!" said the girl, two man carrying one that could barely stand. He had blood dripping from his forehead and nose, a bruise in his cheek. 

You analyzed the other two as the healers there took the man from them. Clothes blood stained, some parts ripped as if they had pulled harshly from them. They had certainly been on a fight. 

"This isn't the emergency room," muttered Jason as he neared the bed where they had laid the man. He was unconscious, but you were sure he would wake up to a lot of pain. 

"Just shut up and help him," you hissed, starting to prepare him for the healers. 

Jason stared at you in shock, taking a second to react as he draw his wand, muttering healing spells that started to make him regain some color. 

You cleaned his face, his features becoming more visible as you froze "Malfoy." you whispered, capturing Jason's attention. 

"What?" he growled, moving your hand that was brushing his dirty hair out of his face, leaving his pale face out in the open. "Bloody hell, a fucking Slytherin.“

You glared at him, fire burning inside of you as you pushed him with all your force "Get away from him." you growled, drawing your own wand as everyone stared at you, only one of the trained healers kept on working beside you. 

"What the hell, Y/N?!" shouted Jason, slamming the door to the room they had moved him close "You are not a trained healer, I am."

You made as kind with your throat, swallowing all the words you wanted to scream "At least I'll try, you're going to let him die because of his Hogwarts house." you muttered bitterly. 

You heard him grunt, pacing in the room as the door opened. Your actual boss, Healer Whitethorn examined the room with a glare "Williams, out." she ordered, a smile on your face before she set her eyes on you "You too, Y/L/N." she said, stepping in with wand in her hand. 

"But…" 

"Out!" you flinched at her loud voice, her eyes meeting yours "You are on Williams team, he's out and so are you. Check on the other that came with him." 

You huffed, reluctantly going outside as you threw away your lab coat on the chair. Your other coworker ran at your side, giving to a reassuring look before she settled on the three defeated persons at the waiting room. 

"I'll take two of them," she murmured in your ear "Take the bleeding one, I'll take the girl and Mr, Bruises over there." 

She didn't wait for your answer, calling to girl for inspection as you stared back at the bleeding one, according to her. 

"Come with me." you said standing in front of him, his head low and only lifting slightly to look at you when he noticed your there. 

"I'm fine," he mumbled, shaking his head at you. 

"Sir, you are dragging your words and your head is bleeding," you told him matter of factly "I can't let you go if you don't let me at least clean the wound." 

The man at his side nudged him, giving him a small smile "Go on mate, you took one blow for Draco, I just held Pansy back. We need you alive to go find them later."

He looked at him incredulous, his mouth slightly open with a thousand words he wanted to say at the tip of his tongue but decided against it. He sighed, slowly standing up when he stumbled slightly, eyes wide as he tried to focus on something, anything. The only thing he could found was you, both hands gripping tightly at his forearms making him regain his balance. 

"Thanks." he breathed out, returning the safe grip on your arms.

You nodded reassuringly, taking slow steps backwards and into one of the examination rooms. He made it with little problems, slumping on the bed. 

"Do you know your name?" you asked, putting on a new pair of gloves. 

"Theodore, uh- Theo. " he said lowly, not meeting your eyes. 

You hummed, starting your work on the gash in his head. "Last name?" you asked, ignoring the hissing sounds the alcohol pulled from him. He had his eyes closed, and you pulled a chair for you as you stared at him. "Theo?" you called again, fearing he wasn't listening to you. 

You breathed out in relief when one of his eyes popped open, looking at you before he sighed in defeat "Nott." he said, watching you carefully for any reaction. 

He hadn't seen when you pulled a file, writing down his answers "Theodore Nott," you repeated as you wrote it down "Head injury, possible concussion." you said out loud, closing it and looking back at him, clearly he wasn’t eager to answer the questions.

"You're going to have to stay the night just to be sure that the head injury is nothing more than that." you told him, handing him the a bag for his clothes and the hospital gown, closing the curtain so he could change.

Theo reluctantly changed, doing quick work in his clothes to not keep you and his friends waiting. Luckily for him you looked nice, kind. You hadn’t reacted to his name and your attitude towards him was completely professional, not a single hint of judgement in your eyes .

“Mr. Nott?” he heard you call, the door of the room opening with your voice following “Do you need help?”

He breathed out, opening the curtain with his bag tucked under his arm “Ready.” he said lowly. 

You took the bag from him, taking his arm again “Can you walk?” you asked him, standing in front of him he gave you a soft nod and you began walking slowly. The silence was peaceful, but you has thing to tell him, breaking the much needed peace. 

“Technically I should place you in this floor,” you told him lowly, avoiding the looks of any Healer you passed, keeping your chin up and up front “But since your friend is more injured and you are staying the night, the fourth floor is going to be where you stay. I've informed your friends you are staying the night and they said they will be here in the morning.” 

He gave you a questioning look, clearly they were close to each other to be involved in fights together. Or maybe fate wasn't that fair to them but from their interactions you saw before they seemed friends. You could only assume. 

"I sent them home," you explained "They might not be that injured but they will need the rest." 

He looked down at you, the height difference more notorious now that he stood next to you. He gave you a small smile, not one that you saw, your eyes staying in your path at all times.

“Here,” you whispered for him to turn, the room poorly lighted until you could get your wand out, a flick of your hand and the place was properly lighted. “Malfoy would be across the hall. As soon as he wakes up, you and your friends can go see him.” you informed him, helping him get under the covers.

You made sure he ha anything he might need, a glass of water and another blanket close by so he wouldn’t have to move. “Is there anything else you might need, Mr. Nott?” you asked him from the door.

He looked at you, his eyebrows knitted in his forehead “Theo,” he said “Call me Theo, Mr. Nott was my father.” he told you, a nod from you as you neared his bed again.

“Forgot to introduce myself,” you laughed nervously “Y/N Y/L/N, I’ll be taking care of you while you’re here.” you said, getting a positive response from him. 

You made your way out of the room without another word closing the door softly behind you, the last thing you saw being him letting his head fall softly in the pillow, almost in defeat.

“What the hell was that?!” 

You snapped out of your head, tuning in your place as you saw Jason practically run towards you with a glare that you mirrored, turning in your heel and away from him. But he was taller and faster, catching up with you fast as he grabbed your arm forcing you to face him “Answer me, Y/N.” he growled, his face inches from yours.

“Like you don’t know,” you spat, your eyes roaming angrily all over his face “We all know you’re the proudest Gryffindor here, you take the rivalry with Slytherin to a whole new level.” you took his hand with all the force you had, pulling it away from your arm. 

He stared at you, saying nothing and you laughed bitterly “What is it, Jason?” you said with a sardonic smile, saying his name with all the anger you had “You think I haven’t noticed how you change cases with Adams so you don’t have to treat Slytherins? I literally work for you and notice all, listen to everything that comes out of your mouth.”

“You better stop now.” he warned, his eyes hardening. 

“Or what?” you dared, taking a threatening step towards him “You’re going to tell Whitethorn? Let’s go now, maybe you can tell her too why Marie, a Slytherin, hasn’t worked with you and only with Adams.” 

He stared at you, his jaw clenched as he physically fought the shaking anger you produced on him. “Fucking hell.” he muttered, slamming his hand on the wall beside your head before he walked away, your lips letting out a shaky breath once he turned on the corner. 

You stayed there, back against the wall as you slide down to the floor with your eyes closed, trying hard to even your breathing but failing. 

“Y/N?” you heard Marie, her light steps sounding closer untils she was next to you “You okay? What happened?” she asked, taking your hands from your face and pulling you to your feet.

You shook your head, keeping it low as you cleaned the single tear that fell from your eyes “Williams is an asshole, that’s what happened.” you said, your voice cracking a little when you said his name.

She gave you a sad smile, knowing exactly what you meant “It’s late, do you wanna stay with me tonight?” she asked. 

It wasn’t unusual for you to stay at each others places, your shifts were practically the same and you lived relatively close. But then your eye catched on Healer Adams getting Draco Malfoy to his room, you thought that maybe staying back with your own patient wasn’t a bad idea.

“Actually, I think I’m gonna stay here for the night,” you told her, pointing to the door behind you.

“You sure?” she asked you with the raise of her eyebrow “I got your favorite waiting for you.” she sang, but you only shook your head and she nodded with a knowing look “Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow.” she said giving you a quick hug before walking to the stairs and disappearing from your eyes.

You took a moment before walking back to Theo’s room, making sure you weren’t too loud. What you weren't’ expecting was for him to be awake, lazily staring at you as you walked inside. 

“Mr. uh- no, Theo.” you said finally, memories of Hogwarts when you had the answer at the tip of your tongue but your brain was going faster than your mouth could and you ended up blurting everything but the right answer came back to you. 

“Did I wake you?” you asked with a tight smile.

He shook his head, pointing at the sofa at the corner of the room “Please, sit.” he said, waiting for you to do so “There was a loud noise and I rarely can sleep this early.” he said.

You looked in confusion at the clock on the wall, returning your gaze at him “It’s one in the morning.” you told him.

He smiled softly, lowering his head again “Still, I can’t sleep.” he whispered, breathing deeply “I would much rather your company, if you don’t mind.”

You smiled more relaxed, making yourself more comfortable "Your on luck, I have to take care of you for the night." 

"The entire night?" he asked with a gasp, his eyes curiously roaming all over you. 

Of course, you had your head elsewhere, his file in your lap. "I'm a healer in training," you said softly looking back at him "We get to the the work no one wants to." 

 "I'm glad is you." he mumbled, catching your attention with immediately "That other man didn't seemed… Nice." he finished, a little doubtful if he did right in telling that to his coworker, but the knowing nod you have him put him at ease. 

You pointed at the wall "The loud noise was him." you said, voice shaky "He is a great healer, probably the best we've got," you paused, looking down at your hands as you bit your lip in thought "He cares very deeply for what happened at the war."

You saw his body stiffened, his arms coming at his sides as he subtly moved to the far side from you. You pursed your lips "I don't, really. I'm sure everyone played their part." you added more cheerfully "Now I need to film your file, do you mind if ask you some questions?" 

"Okay," he said. 

You nodded getting the paper and quill "Great, I have your name and why were you admitted." you said, tapping on the page before you lifted your face "Age?" 

"Twenty," he answered. 

You smiled writing it down "We're the same age. I don't remember you from Hogwarts."

"I-I wasn't that sociable. I mainly stuck to my house mates." he told you. 

"Slytherin?" you asked, watching his eyes widen "Not everyone was friends with Draco Malfoy." you added, and he nodded. 

"Yeah, Slytherin." he said bitterly. 

The night was spent with you two chatting about your lives and the your time at Hogwarts. He talk about his favorite subjects, he's hobbies and friends, how he wanted to travel and get to know  the world and maybe even move. He wanted a fresh start away from the war and what used to be his family. He wanted to go to a place where no one knew who Theodore Nott was. 

You told him about how simple your life was, consisting of basic needs and your training as a healer. Free time was a forgotten concept for you, the few friends you used to have now married or being successful, your only friend being Marie. 

You actually had made a day that night. 

When the sun rose on the sky, it didn't long for the visitors to start arriving. Theo was discharged an o my changed rooms when Blaise and Pansy got there, going to see the Slytherin prince himself. 

A few hours were spent with casual iochat and worried remarks when Healer Adam's told them they had to leave him to rest. Promises were made to return later that day or the next, and you watched from the desk of the fourth floor as they left, a sinking feeling in your heart as they descended the stairs. 

Only they didn't. 

"Y/N? “ your heard someone call softly, the voice that still was recorded on your mind from the previous night  filling the air once more. 

"Yeah?" you smiled, looking up from your food. 

He looked nervous, the tiny smile appearing in his face "I was wondering if I could stop by someday? Maybe go out?" he asked, scratching the back of his head with a nervous yet charming smile. 

You chuckled, covering the blush in your cheeks as you nodded "I would love that." 

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Accepting that date was the beginning of the best years of your life. 

You went on that one date and connected instantly, even more than the few hours you talked at St. Mungos. One coffee date turned into dinner and surprise visits when you were working, soft smiles and holding hands while you walked turned into passionate kisses and falling asleep in each other's arms. Talking about your days turned into deep conversations about life and your future. Understatement turned into love. 

Three years has gone by since that first date and you knew you never wanted to leave Theo's side. You knew who he was and were proud of him, even in the days that he wasn't. 

"Theo?" you said loudly, his big mansion requiring the elevated voice for him to hear you from the entrance "I'm home, dear." you said again, paying more attention to the sounds in the house. Or more like the lack of them. 

Your footsteps echoed the halls as the only sign of someone being there. You walked to the study where he usually was, empty with no book open or parchment over the desk. The kitchen was your second guess, his only house elf there welcoming you but saying nothing of the whereabouts of your boyfriend. You started to feel fidgety as you made your way to the stairs to go to his room when your eye caught the fire burning in the living room, the back of his head popping over the single couch there, the place he hated the most in the house. 

"Theo?" you called again, walking slowly behind him. The glass in his hand making little flickers shine on the walls with the light of the fire.

He didn't answer you, barely gave you a side glance to acknowledge your presence before he took a slow sip of his glass. 

You took a shaky breath, going to sit on the floor in front of him. You rested your arms in his lap, looking for his eyes with a small smile "What is it?" you asked him and he shook his head "Is something, you're in the living room. You hate it in here." you said softly. 

He couldn't help but look at you, your voice sounding what he imagined an angel's voice was like. He wanted to smile, to reach his hand to your cheek and tell you he loved you. But the voice in his head was right, he wasn't worthy of it. Of you. 

"It's nothing," he murmured, voice hoarse as he spoke "Just a bad day." 

You nodded, taking his free hand in yours and intertwining your fingers with his "You want to tell me about it?" you asked. 

He rose his eyebrows, talking about what was going on inside his head something still so foreign to him. He didn't want to burden you with his problems, even if you knew, knowing and actively being part of them was different. He had noticed how you have him his space, never forcing him to talk and instead taking his mind away from what was bothering him. 

"I can tell you about my day," you offered when he stayed quiet, his eyes softening at your bright smile "You don't have to say anything, just listen." you said, crawling a little closer to him. 

You looked like a little child, moving your arms and making voices and faces as you narrated your day at work. It wasn't even that amazing as you made it sound, but he still found it amusing how you made a harmless spell backfiring on someone sound like one of the trial Hercules went through. 

You saw him smiling down at you, but never point it out and instead carrying on with the story until the end. 

"That's amazing, love." he said, leaning to kiss your forehead softly, lingering there for a little more than usual. 

You stated sadly at him, looking over his fallen features. It hurt you to watch him so defeated, to not be able to do anything for him. You wanted nothing more than to be able to take his pain away for at least a moment, to make him see what you saw. Not a bad man but a changed one. 

"You know I love you, right?" you told him, caressing his cheek with your thumb. His eyes snapped at you both in shock and fear, but he nodded nonetheless and you smiled "And that there is no one I would rather have by my side?" 

He took your hand, stopping your movement in his face "I'm bad Y/N," he said coldly "The things I did, what I became…" 

"You did because you had no other choice." you said strongly, taking a kneeling position as you held his face in your hands "You did it to survive and you did."

"It was awful." he whispered, the images flashing in his head. The students and people that opposed to Voldemort, their bodies laying on the floor of the very same house he lived in, some still whimpering silently as they stated at the lifeless ones next to them. All the cries of pain and screaming begs for him to stop, the fearful eyes staring at his wand as he muttered the words. Those three words that should have him locked away in Azkaban to never see the light of day again, to never see his friend again, so he could have never met you. 

He didn't deserve the happiness you have him when he had cause so much pain, so much suffering, so much death. 

"I don't deserve this." he said, pushing your hands away from him as he stood. 

"Theo," you whispered going after him and taking his arm in your hand "You do deserve it." 

He looked back at you, eyes tormented as he tilted his head "You're just saying it because you love me, and that is exactly my point." he said loudly "Why do you love me? You know what I've done, what has happened in this house." 

You bit the inside of your cheek to not yell, trying to keep clam for the both of you "I love you because you make me happy," you started to say calmly "Because you love me too and care for me as much as I care for you. Because even if you've done things you regret you aren't those things. You have been there for me in my lowest days and you never loved me less for that so I'll be damned if I let you feel like you don't deserve my love or the love of your friends." you ended up yelling, your chest moving fast with your breathing before it  was crushed. 

Theo had launched himself to your arms, silently weeping in your neck as you reacted with the same emotion, wrapping your arms around his chest. He lifted you slightly from the ground but you couldn't care less, he could damped your shirt with his tears and you wouldn't even blink an eye. 

You brought one hand to the back of his head, slowly running your fingers through his hair. "You're a wonderful person, Theodore Nott. And I will make sure you now that every single day." you whispered in his ear, his embrace tightening. 

You pulled from him after a moment, looking lovingly into his eyes, pointing to the glass he had abandoned over the table " Finish that up, darling." you told him. 

He frowned but didn't fight you, downing the glass in one go "Why, where are we going?" he asked following you to the entrance as you grabbed your coat, handing him his. 

"Comfort food." you said with a smile, opening your hand for him to take an apparating in Diagon Alley. 

He had always compared you to a child, a very clever child in the body of a beautiful woman, he said. And you could see why, not fifteen minutes had passed and you were already holding two coffees and a lot of his favorite pastries. 

You sat down on a bench, eating away without a care in the world as the people walked by. 

"You are good with comfort food.' he said to you, a tiny smile playing in his lips. 

"Only the best for you, my love." you told him stretching your neck as much as you could to kiss him. In the end he ended up leaning down and you smiled in the kiss. 

Of course, the world hated you. The characteristic clear of a throat you had come to hate and despise making you pull with a glare. 

"Y/N, is good to see you here."

"It's healer Y/L/N to you, Williams," you said, glancing at Theo when his eyes followed him. 

"I see your still with the Slytherin coward." he said smugly, a grin as he eyes Theo "Did you enjoyed running from the battle, you snake? "

“I don't know Jason, did you enjoy hiding in the Great Hall while everybody fought?" he answered, not even looking amused his face looked void of any emotion a she stood up, standing face to face."You see, I was at the battle and I saw you. Never thought it was worth mentioning but you seem very eager to talk about it now." he told him. 

Jason clenched his jaw, turning to you "You can do better than this." he grunted, with his hand pointing at Theo. 

"Not possible," you said, staring straight into his eyes "Now get out of our sight before I hex you permanently to the fourth floor." you hissed, stepping between him and Theo. 

He had turned furiously, storming away before you call "And Jason? Don't you ever dare say anything to him again. He might be a Slytherin but I am a pissed Y/H/H." 

You left the threat hanging in the air, watching him go as you turned back to Theo. Your face changed so fast he didn't know if it had been real, your shaking face replaced by a sweet smile as you sat back down, handing him his cup of coffee. 

"Theo, you can sit now." you told him, his eyes shining as he did. It took you a moment to realize he was staring at you, a chuckle leaving your mouth as you playfully slapped his arm "Stop looking at me like that." 

But he did even listen to you, taking your hand as you looked at him in surprise "You are the best thing that has ever happened to me." he told you, bringing your hand to his lips. 

You smiled shyly, blushing slightly that it could be mistaken by the cold air in your face "I love you, Y/N." he said, bringing you to his arms. 

"I love you too." you whispered, nuzzling your head in his shoulder as he held you close to him, and you decided then and there,

You never wanted to leave his arms. 

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Congratulations Ash!

Your application for Theodore Nott has been accepted. As much as my inner government official is groaning and reaching for the headache potions already, I can’t wait to see what trouble this Unspeakable gets into.

Please look to the checklist for the next steps and reach out if you have any questions!

OUT OF CHARACTER

NAME & PRONOUNS: ash & they/them

AGE: twenty six

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m a front end dev for a virtual event platform who works between 5-7 days a week but I’m usually active after 6pm and on weekends. I have slow weeks when on lighter projects and busier weeks when we have a lot of shows.

ANYTHING ELSE: N/A on triggers. I’ve been roleplaying on tumblr for i think 14 years? Too long.

CHARACTER DETAILS

NAME: Theodore Cantankerus Nott

BIRTHDATE: July 7th, 1980

DEATHDATE: N/A

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Cismale, he/him. Theodore hasn’t given much thought to his sexuality, not even as far as labeling it. In the past, he’s found his attraction hasn’t been limited to one side of the gender spectrum. Currently, he’s entirely too busy to even sit for a moment and identify his years-long attraction to his current roommate. In the same manner, gender is never something he’s felt the need to question.

BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin

OCCUPATION: Unspeakable in the Death Department.

FACECLAIM: Woo Do-hwan

CHARACTER BACKGROUND

TW. Child Abuse, Neglect, Parental Death

POSTBELLUM

Theodore finds himself deeply in the middle of moving on. His own experiences with the second wizarding war left a sour taste in the wixen’s mouth and not just due to his father’s involvement. He watched various classmates suffer at the hands of the Dark Lord, familial pressure, and expectations. He noted no members of the high and mighty heroes seemed to think of the lowly slytherins. No hands were outstretched. No children saved from their situations. That was the heart of the issue. They were children then and aren’t now. How is he to trust that his generation will act any differently? Theodore has always preferred to be on the sidelines, to watch before acting, and to have his actions be as discreet and unnoticed as possible. Growing up, the lesson of fading into the background had been indoctrinated into him and that was a terrible thing to try to shake. Theodore’s never been a fighter. He’s always preferred to have knowledge on a situation before speaking.

Becoming an Unspeakable gave him a chance he never thought he would have to dedicate his life strictly to learning. With the dead coming back, Theodore hopes for his mother even though hope is something he has given up on a long time ago. Hope always leads to disappointment. Planning for the worst, however, leads to being pleasantly surprised by the results you receive. He doesn’t have many nightmares anymore. Any last trauma comes to him more in the form of a too quick touch or a raised voice sending his senses haywire. Lately, however, he swears he’s hearing his father’s voice in the midst of the Return’s camp. Seeing his face out of the corner of his eye. He knows the possibility of his father is high based on who has turned up so far. He does not wish for that day to ever come.

PERSONALITY

(+) Aware. Everyone had an opinion, a snap judgement they made based on your actions upon first interaction and rumors and gossip they had heard about you. Theodore is too aware of his own actions, his nature, and how he could be perceived due to his bloodline. He listens and watches while in the bowels of the Ministry.. He keeps an eye on the paper, aware of their sensationalized stories of the past. He stays aware when he locks himself in his and Draco’s two bedroom flat for the night, his house elf and cold ancestral home merely a thing of the past.

(+) Humble. It would be rare to hear Theodore speaking on his own accomplishments. When others bragged over NEWT results, family estates, or care packages while at school, Theodore stayed silent. In a post schooling life, he found he had nothing to brag over. His work is undiscussed, both by a willingness to keep to his own code of ethics and true inability to speak on it. Perhaps it is his conscience telling him karma was a tricky thing, the winds of fate often changed and were never certain. He is always aware that if he begins to celebrate his achievements, they could slip through his fingers before he had a chance to fully appreciate them.

(+) Skillful. When you spend most of the early years of your life hiding, there is no better place than a library and there is nowhere best to escape to than a book. At a young age, Theo’s mother Perdita exposed her son to learning. It became a joyous activity for the two of them. The dwindling vaults of the once great Nott family had no spare coin for a tutor for their only heir. Once it was just himself and his father in the house, Theo entertained himself with the curious collection of family heirlooms that littered the corridors of Nott Hall. He enjoys puzzles and figuring out just how magic is intertwined with a physical object. Nowadays, Theo spends his time pouring over books from Obscurus’ impressive collection while on his lunch break. He has enough puzzles to keep himself occupied for his lifetime.

(-) Cautious. It would be irresponsible to think the world was capable of change so quickly after the defeat of the Dark Lord. People didn’t change. Not unless they wanted to. Monetary repercussions, war reparations, were only likely to affect outward interest, not ideologies. Though perhaps that cautiousness had negatively affected Theo. He turned inward, the social progress he had made from fourteen to sixteen taking a turn when the Carrows took over the castle and his own father was broken out of Azkaban. He limited his social interactions severely, preferring to stick his nose in a book or have a quick intimate meeting over big social events and friendly gatherings and he still hasn’t grown out of that inclination. His social circle has been kept even as years passed and he enjoys a separation of the different areas of his life.

(-)Distractible. Wix alike were an issue. A pretty face, handsome smile, and a nice word easily swayed Theo’s attention. Always conscious, the tall boy doesn’t reveal or give much of himself. He does find he tolerates speaking to someone at length if they are intriguing when he would have otherwise ended a conversation. The same can be said for those with strong personalities. He finds himself getting caught up, steam rolled, instead of speaking up.

(-) Resentful. Theo often wondered how his life could have been different. What if his father had been captured after Voldemort’s first fall? What if some member of upper society took a moment to investigate the reservedness of Perdita or young Theodore? What if a professor questioned why young Theodore always stayed at the castle and never went home for the Yuletide holidays? So many things in his life could have been different if someone had looked closely, but they weren’t. The Malfoys, Narcissa specifically, were his only saving grace throughout childhood but they still didn’t overstep and remove him from his home. His resentment is something Theodore tries to tamper down when he can, choosing to look at life positively. No one demanded his quiet in his flat. The heat works with no need for an illegal heating charm here or there. He knows where everything is in his small space, even with Draco living alongside him. He doesn’t need to hide his things for fear of retribution. There are no nights worrying over going hungry.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY

Theodore Cantankerus Nott was born the only child and heir to Cantankerus Nott and Perdita Nott (nee Travers) on a warm summer night in early July. Theo spent little time under the careful (and stern) thumb of his father before his mother’s death. His mother was a much gentler figure, helping Theo grow sweet and strong. Perdita taught her son all the names of the flowers, their uses, and any star he asked the name of. She introduced him to music, showing him the piano and allowing him to pick up the violin. Theo was content to forget his father’s presence when he could, though he never dared voice that state of mind to Perdita. As Theo approached his eighth birthday, he began to see his childhood might not be as normal as his peers. He and his mother rarely left the grounds of Nott Hall. The once great stately home had slowly fallen to a near-ruinous state over the years. There was no shopping done by Perdita, all taken care of by their two remaining house elves. No tea time or meetings for the boards of any councils. The one time his mother seemed to be able to leave was when she was on the arm of his father at a required event. Theo wasn’t permitted to have friends over though visits to other sons of great houses were heavily encouraged the closer Hogwarts grew. He noticed the blatant way his peers’ parents showed affection. The boys his age never shied away from their father, some even spoke back with no fear of punishment.

Theo had stayed the sweet boy his mother had encouraged. Though his own father grew concerned about what was keeping the young boy soft. It didn’t help that Perdita’s health had begun to deteriorate ever since her birthday. Her walks around the garden with her son proving to be a bit too much for her. That duty had been given to the house elf, Dandy. Though she still wore the bracelet his father had gifted her every day. On the eve of his eighth birthday, his mother was trapped on the third floor of their home in her bedroom. There were no healers in and out of the grounds. Eight year old Theo took to hiding in the library, reading every book he could. He knew there must be something his parents were overlooking. They just weren’t trying hard enough. If healers could fix this, but weren’t allowed on the ground, he would. But his research proved naught and Perdita passed just before Christmas day, leaving Theo in his father’s sole care.

There were no kind words for the severe kind of man his father was. Piano lessons stopped as there was no one to teach him. Theo found himself with more alone time than he had ever had before as his father wasn’t a man you would like to find yourself around for any period of time. The exception was meals, when the youngest Nott and the eldest were forced to interact. His father often deemed these mealtimes lecture times as well, spouting off ideals Theodore never would have heard from his mother’s mouth.

HISTORY

When his first year arrived, Theodore understood the extent of what his mother had shielded him from. In the few years of them being the sole occupants of their home, his father’s once rare cases of corporal punishment had become a near daily occurrence. He had learned many times since gaining a wand that healing was an unacceptable action to take but his father had no issue with glamours. A word of what occurred at home wasn’t appropriate conversation. Familial business stayed such, without outside input or scorn.

It took Theo many years to come out of his proverbial shell. He thinks without Malfoy Manor as a place to escape to on school breaks and summer weekends, he may have not turned out the same. As his father’s attention turned away from his son and to the Dark Lord’s return, Theo felt almost free. That freedom didn’t occur until the Battle at the Department of Mysteries. The ministry had no issue arresting his father and not looking into whether young Theodore Nott would have any sort of adult supervision the summer before his sixth year. Why would they need to? Families like his never suffered.

Theodore didn’t participate in the Battle of Hogwarts, too fearful someone would take one look at him and make the sort of assumptions that ended with him being written about as another young death eater killed in the skirmish. He hoped to whatever ruled the skies and stars that his father didn’t survive, feeling guilty immediately that he had even had that sort of thought. It was safer than assuming his father was imprisoned. His father had escaped once before with no issue and there was no doubt in the youngest Nott’s mind that his old man could do it again. Fortunately, his wish came true.

Four years post Battle, Theodore has created a separate life for himself than the one originally laid out and it’s all thanks to the Department of Mysteries. The week after his father’s death, Theo returned home. He allowed himself only a week to mourn a man he knew in his heart he absolutely despised. Before the week was out, the long quiet house was filled with voices. Strangers were sitting in the abandoned sitting room. They had a proposition, a job offer, and no answers for how they had gotten through the wards of his home. Today, he has just about moved up to a fully-fledged unspeakable in the death division. The challenge of the Returned lays ahead.

His ancestral home of Nott Hall lays virtually abandoned. Only the blood wards stopped the acquisition of the property from anyone who strolled upon it. He still has some duties, as the remaining and only Nott, to attend to. Meager reparations paid to the Ministry dried up the last of the Nott vaults, leading Theo to have to acquire a small flat that he shares with Draco. It’s not fancy by any means, nothing like the tall ceiling rooms they both grew up in and without any house elves, but it’s theirs. His first purchases for himself, the sofa and his bed, are by far his favorite things in the whole flat.

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EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS

CHARACTER CONTRIBUTION

I truly love the idea of bringing in an Unspeakable to this world. It’s curious how they are the ones who made, and possibly caused, the discovery of the Returned but know so very little. Their, and Theo’s, entire worth is built on knowledge but they’re diving into the utter unknown and there are so many factors to consider about how this could end up. We don’t even know if the Returned can sustain themselves indefinitely. You’ve built a lovely playground for us, Emmy, and I’m too excited to play in it. But also I love Theodore Nott. Cursed Child did him dirty okay.

PRESENT

It was another night of waiting. The wooden small chair the Unspeakables were given wasn’t comfortable despite the many cushioning charms Theo’s co-workers had applied to it. He supposed that was the point. Most of the death division were working double or triple shifts. They had allocated reserve Unspeakables from both the time and love divisions and, still, they were understaffed. Their stock of pepper up potions should have run dry some time ago but the healers had been called in as well. No amount of pepper ups made this task any easier.

The coffee in his hand was lukewarm and Theo’s eyes were drooping. Slowly closing as his head fell forward until he caught himself. The curtain was moving. He could see it and he could have sworn he heard the now familiar sounds of confusion and anger at how the next unfortunate soul had ended up in the windowless chamber but he was wrong. The curtain always moved and Theodore always heard the whispers. It had taken quite a lot of restraint the first time he had been granted access to this room years ago but he kept his distance as the object called out to him. It was no different than the cursed books and painting and vases in his own home and Theo learned long ago that anything calling out for you was not a good sign. It only led to death. All things did in the world but especially here. Purposefully here. He wasn’t going to end up like his mother, touching something that didn’t belong to him and paying the price for it.

[fanficflaneuse]

One Day - Part 10

A/N: Dear magical tumblr friends, we’ve reached part 10. I’m sorry if it’s not that good. I was really excited to write it, but today I had to do a bunch of things for my graduate applications and it was just hectic. Still, it is Draco Malfoy’s birthday and I didn’t want to let the day pass without uploading a big, nice chapter. I hope you like it either way. 

Also, before we start, I feel the need to express my utter love for Theo Nott and Astoria Greengrass lol. I don’t hate them. In fact, if anyone wants to recommend some Theo Nott fanfiction, I’m all for it.  

Let’s do this! 

Draco x reader (she/her pronouns) Word count: 1921 Summary: One day AU. Post-war. Since The Battle of Hogwarts, Draco and y/n meet one day a year.

Masterlist 

Enjoy! 

3 May, 2009

“What is this?” Draco asked in awe, motioning to (Y/N)’s hair.

“It’s my take on the French bob,” she answered playfully.

Every time he saw her, Draco found (Y/N) more beautiful than before. This time, though, he swore she was actually glowing. She had gotten a haircut and now her locks framed her face differently. She dressed so…French now, which he found adorable and incredibly sexy. And her smile was bigger and brighter than he had seen in years. In general, this version of his best friend made him feel like a teenager again.  

Draco had been postponing this trip for weeks now. They had not addressed the issue yet, (when had they ever?) but everyone knew that the moment one of them reached out for the other, things would finally be settled. Their friends were tired of seeing them clumsily stumble through their feelings. That’s why Astoria took Scorpius to the Nott’s chalet on the Swiss Alps and practically forced him onto a train to Paris.

Astoria and Draco were not exactly the closest friends, but they had a son together and for his sake they maintained a more than civil relationship. She had settled down with Theo Nott, marrying him just after the divorce was finalized. They were happy together and she wanted his son’s father to move on as well. She was not only moved by a sense of guilt; deep down, Astoria had always known that the connection Draco and (Y/N) had was deeper than she would ever comprehend.

Whatever the case, the feeling of elation that washed over him as they held each other at Gare du Nord made him grateful for being alive again. He had butterflies in his stomach and a tingling all around. As if their bodies were connected, (Y/N) could also feel something electrifying. They hugged for the longest time, as if they weren’t in a crowded station with people rushing around.

(Y/N) and Draco walked arm in arm to her apartment in Montmartre. He still had a lot of questions about muggles, so she enjoyed pointing things out for him as they strolled. He had been to Paris countless times in his childhood and even once with Astoria, but this felt different. Walking with (Y/N), listening as she told him about the things she did every day, the places she frequented and the muggle history behind them felt like a dream come true. (Y/N) was very excited about taking him to a bunch of places and she numbered cheerfully all of the activities she had planned for them. Draco wished he could live in this moment forever.

“So, you’ve been consistently on the Prophet’s Best Seller list for almost a year and now you’ve won the Beedle the Bard literary prize. Don’t you dare to forget about your commoner friends, (Y/L/N),” he teased.

“You’re hardly a commoner, Healer Malefoy,” she taunted back, using the French translation of his last name.

Draco rolled his eyes playfully. “But really, you’re conquering the world one book at a time and I cannot be prouder…of myself for still having your original poetry saved somewhere at home.”

(Y/N) snickered. “I guess magical readers like the flavour of muggle literature. ‘That Kafka fellow? An absolute genius’,” as she quoted him playfully, Draco’s heart flipped.

When they reached the apartment, Draco observed everything in astonishment. Each little detail around the house embodied her. From the towers of books that flooded the flat to the position of the sofa by the fireplace, the rickety spiral staircase leading to the second floor, the creamy colours of the walls, the muggle paintings – she would later call them ‘impressionist’ –, the huge windowpanes and the mismatched yet harmonious furniture, it was all her. Draco had never seen a place represent a person so well. Even more surprising was the feeling that invaded him as soon as he set foot inside; he sensed that he had finally arrived home. He was Odysseus returning to his beloved Ithaca and he never wanted to set sail again.

They goofed around for a while, talking nonsense as they drank some very expensive wine. They danced around the room, enjoying the different layers to muggle music. Lately, (Y/N) had got then both hooked on muggle jazz. Draco relished greatly how the music seemed to pierce through them as they swayed around the room.

As the sunset painted the sky with colourful swirls, Draco stood by the window, observing the rooftops, the quaint streets and the Eiffel tower at a distance. (Y/N) took in his form. He looked much better. He stood taller; his shoulders no longer sagged forward in defeat. The bags under his eyes were practically gone. She could tell he was eating more. And he seemed generally happier. It made her smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go anywhere tonight?” she asked softly, walking towards him.

He turned to face her and nodded vehemently. He knew what he wanted to do. But it was only about an hour later, when they were cuddling in her bed, that he delved slowly into the much-awaited conversation.

Draco’s head laid on (Y/N)’s stomach. He was facing her way, eyes closed as her fingers worked their magic on his scalp. He was thinking about the right way to say it. And it all started off clumsily.  

“So, Olivier Flamel, huh?”

“Yes,” she sighed.

For a while, (Y/N) had dated Olivier Flamel, a descendant of the one and only Nicholas Flamel, who, not coincidentally at all, was also a big-shot alchemist. It had ended like most of her relationships and flings in the last few years: casually, easily, no real pain for either part involved because they hadn’t been really that involved.  

“Do I have to hex him?” Draco asked seriously.

(Y/N) snorted. “Ron asked me just the same,” she explained when he shot her an amused look, “And of course not, Dray. Olivier is an amazing guy. There was a lot of chemistry between us and we had a very passionate affair. But ultimately, we were just so different.”

Draco was invaded by a horrible feeling of envy when she talked about their amazing chemistry, but he did his best not to show it, to be rational and kind.

“How are you holding up?” he asked, even though he already knew. He needed the confirmation that still didn’t have feelings for him.

“You know it’s fine,” she shrugged, “I guess I’m just shook. For a while there I was half of the ‘it’ couple of the French wizarding jet set. It was a wild ride. Way too much to handle”.

Her cheeky smile then turned into a more concerned gesture. “How are you holding up?”

To say that (Y/N) had been surprised by Draco and Astoria’s divorce was the understatement of the century. The only thing she was certain of was that she didn’t want to see Draco suffer like that ever again. It had made her physically sick, to see him in so broken. She had been there through every stage of his grief. She helped him move back to Malfoy Manor. She took care of Scorpius on the days in which he couldn’t get out of bed. She cried with him. She got drunk with him. She was the big spoon. And through it all, (Y/N) only real target was to help Draco’s heart heal.  

“I’m alright now. In hindsight I guess I am not surprised, you know? Our relationship was doomed since the beginning. The most important thing to me is Scorpius and I believe we’re handling it well, the share custody and all. He’s a happy boy.”

(Y/N) kept caressing Draco’s hair. There was a painfully long silence. The feeling of repressed words and feelings clouded the air. They had kissed a couple of times before. Once they had a very heated make out session that almost leads to them shagging. But they hadn’t talked about it. Every time it happened, they would just ignore it and carry on, as if they were not both elated by it. (Y/N) had spent countless nights telling herself that she wouldn’t kiss him again; she didn’t want to be Draco’s rebound.

“We totally suck at this love thing, don’t we?” (Y/N) finally said.

Draco’s heart was beating hard on his chest. It was now or never. “I don’t think we suck at this ‘love thing’,” he pointed out, raising up to face her, “I think we have ignored the right person to do the love thing with”.

(Y/N) regarded him seriously for a second. This is really not how she thought the infamous conversation would go. She was braising herself for yet another disappointment. And now here he was, saying the things she had wanted for so long. A lot of mixed messages were bouncing in her mind.

“You mean us? Together?” (Y/N) sat up, “Dray, don’t you think that boat sailed about a decade ago?”

Draco’s smile fell. He was certainly not expecting that. All of a sudden, he felt an emptiness in his stomach and an urgent need to cry. “D-do you really think so?”

“The timing is never right,” she breathed out.

“Look at us now, love. The timing is perfect,” he said before kissing both of her cheeks.

(Y/N)’s eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to be your rebound, Dray,” she softly.

Draco looked at her, his expression softening. “I’ve been in love with you for the longest time, (Y/N). I pushed you away, convinced that I was doing the ultimate sacrifice for you. I wanted to save you from, well, me. You deserved better. You still do”, he heard her scoff, “But I guess that doesn’t matter anymore.”

They looked at each other intently. “Now,” he said dramatically, “I’ve come all this way to confess my undying love for you…”

“Idiot,” she muttered playfully, the widest and most genuine smile plastered on her face. He inched forward and kissed her face again: her forehead, her cheeks, her jaw, her neck. (Y/N) felt like she was floating on a cloud.

“I want to be yours, (Y/N). I want you to be mine,” he whispered in her ear, before kissing her on that soft spot he knew made her breathing hitch.

“Draco, I swear if you hurt me, if you use me as a rebound, I swear to Circe I’m going to hex you and never talk to –“

He shook his head. “I will never hurt you, (Y/N/N). I am in love with you.”

“I’ve always been yours, Dray,” she said, softly.

“As I’ve always been yours,” he answered. 

They looked at each other then, eyes full of adoration. He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. His eyes quickly set on her lips before meeting her gaze again. (Y/N) pressed her lips to his. It was, by no means, the first time Draco and (Y/N) kissed. It was, though, the best one they had shared to date. It started sweet and loving, but its intensity raised as the minutes went by. Their feelings let loose, pressing themselves unfiltered with each caress.

“I love you, Draco,” she said breathlessly.

He pressed (Y/N) to his chest, kissing the top of her head multiple times.

“Say that you love me again,” he almost pleaded, his voice small and a bit ashamed. Draco couldn’t believe his ears and he wanted every confirmation he could possibly get.

“I love you, Dray,” she said, pecking his lips, “I love you.”

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[dhr-ao3]

Come Together

Come Together https://ift.tt/Be4crdR by Le_petite_Lestrange Threequel to Somewhere Only We Know and I Will Follow You Into the Dark It has been six years since the death of Voldemort and the wizarding world is finally getting back on track. As far as Draco is concerned, this is the first time in his life he can remember feeling peaceful. The only thing plaguing his mind is what was running through his mind when he decided becoming Headmaster of Hogwarts was a good idea and how he was going to successfully hire anyone that would want to work for a former Death Eater. That was until someone decided to make it their mission to take the thing Draco loved more than anything in the world, while simultaneously ruining the new world he'd been helping to rebuild after Voldemort. Hermione had become a target and Draco would have to choose between staying the passive, self-reserved man he now portrayed himself as, or falling back into his murderous Death Eater ways to keep his wife and kids safe. Words: 6932, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English Series: Part 3 of Dramione Dark AU Series Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, M/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Blaise Zabini, Padma Patil, Charlie Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy, Teddy Lupin, Theodore Nott, Original Malfoy Characters (Harry Potter), Original Fawley Family Characters (Harry Potter) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Remus Lupin/Nymphadora Tonks, Padma Patil/Charlie Weasley, Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini Additional Tags: dramione - Freeform, Alternate Universe - Dark, Post-War, Minister for Magic Hermione Granger, headmaster draco malfoy, POV Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy and Remus Lupin friendship, Draco Malfoy & Blaise Zabini Friendship, Draco Malfoy & Theodore Nott Friendship, Malfoy Children, Daddy Draco, Life after Voldemort, dragonboy, Padma Patil is the best healer, Hermione and Theo constantly running PR for Draco, Married Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts chose Draco, Work In Progress, The fluff portion of this series, let there be fluff, Married Theo Nott/Blaise Zabini, Song: Come Together (Demi Lovato), threequel, Gay Theodore Nott, Bisexual Blaise Zabini via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/OwTDt2i April 12, 2024 at 12:00PM

[caitlincheri]

I am competing in a really fun event called Last Drabble Writer Standing! Each week a bunch of absolutely amazing and talented authors are given a rare pair and a color/word as the theme. Last week, the pairing was Harry Potter/Theodore Nott and the theme was blue/calm! I ended up winning third place <3 I thought I’d share it!  Title: Bluebird Rating: T Word Count: 397 Warnings: N/A Harry Potter was drowning.

It wasn’t a new sensation. Sometimes the murky water would start leaking through the walls of his mind slowly, giving him time to prepare for the impending rise, giving him time to find a way to try and stop the leak. Other times, the water came crashing through like a massive tsunami wave, breaking his walls and leaving him clawing and grasping at anything to pull him out of the sea of despair that overtook him. Today was a tsunami day. His anxiety had been particularly bad lately as the ten year anniversary of the war inched closer. As he poured his morning coffee, an overwhelming wave of darkness cascaded around him, giving him no time to patch the holes that continued appearing in his walls. Managing to push open the kitchen door, Harry made his way to his favorite bench in the corner of his garden. The blast of cool wind caressing his face combined with the clear blue sky grounded him slightly. He felt the hot prickle of tears in the corner of his eyes as he tried to breathe through the boulder that claimed its familiar spot in the pit of his stomach. He thought of the grounding techniques his mind healer had taught him.What are three things he could see? His cornflowers in bloom The soft blades of grass beneath his feet A curious bluebird perched on a nearby tree Harry stared up at the little bird who cocked its head slightly, staring back. A feeling of calm washed over Harry as he took a deep breath and smiled, “You know, you could just come through the door like a normal person, Theo.” The little bird shook out its feathers. As it began to leave its perch, it shifted into the form of Harry’s beloved husband. Taking a seat next to Harry and pulling him into his chest, Theo whispered “I wasn’t sure if you wanted company this time, but I wanted you to know that I’m here.” Harry was a tiny lost sailboat in the middle of an ocean, trying to navigate through an epic storm. But through it all, Theo was his anchor. His lighthouse. His safe and secure island. The one person who could calm the storm by simply being here. As he rested his head on Theo’s chest, Harry felt the dark waters receding.

[ronweasleyisourking]

Good! Theodore Nott is the only valid good slytherin boy headcanon now, you can't change my mind

A S E X U A L

That has nothing to do with him being a good guy, just wanted to let y'all know he's ace

Amazing at healing potions

Never agreed with his father's beliefs

Has a little sister named Sophia

Wants to be a healer

Best friends with Astoria Greengrass

Was one of the double agents in the months before the Battle of Howarts - along with Astoria

Always made sure to heal any kids that got tortured by the death eaters during that time

Became friends with Sue Li, Hannah Abbott, and Neville Longbottom throughout his time as a double agent

His first kiss was actually during that time

He was bringing more kids to the Room of Requirement - he snuck as many kids as he could there - and giving Neville an update on which death eater would be doing rounds

And he doesn't know exactly why he did it

But he kissed Neville before walking away

And inmediately locked that memory away his mind because of course he was an occlumens

They talked about it after the war - they didn't really have time to talk about it before then

Now Theo, Neville, and Hannah are in a happy polyamorous marriage, all in love with each other, because I said so

And yes, it discounts any of my previous statements on the next gen. But I don't care. Headcanons are meant to be revisted and rethought.

Theo loves his husband, wife, and three daughters 💕💕

[ceruleanmusings]

“fuck you.” dreo angst prompt for when youre feeling it!

I’m always feeling Dreo angst! They’re the poster children for it. One of these days I’ll be nice to them and let them be soft and happy but today is not that day!

This takes place during the Battle of Hogwarts because why not?

Also on AO3 and FFN

Scuffed shoes, once shiny and pristine, stumbled over a pile of rubble that tripped him around the corner. Pitching forward, Draco slammed onto his hands and knees, his wand handle pressing into his palm like a rock in his shoe.

The rough corners of concrete and stone slabs pushed and prodded and tore at his knees when he fell. The resulting throbs and stinging pain cut across his kneecaps. He didn’t have to look down to see that his dress pants had been brushed with dust and torn apart

He spat, forcing out the dust that had sucked moisture out of his mouth and his body bent at an odd and unrefined shape in an effort to hold himself up. No sense in damaging his nose any more than it already suffered.

Merlin, that Weasley could pack a punch. He didn’t look it, with his gangly frame and awkward limbs. Yet the punch delivered to his nose, in front of Death Eaters no less, smacked him a good one. And yet that hurt a lot less than his aching pride. Or what was left of it, anyway.

Easing himself to his feet, Draco brushed a dirty, soot covered hand against his shirt. It left a darkened smear on the white starchy fabric, a black scar along his silver and green tie. With a grunt and a sneering curl to his lips, he wrenched off his tie and allowed the silky fabric, a badge he once wore pinned to his swelled chest, to lay in the ground in a discarded heap, coiled up like a snake.

He pushed a breath out of his nose, licked his dry, cracked lips, and continued down the hallway. His gait was slow with a slight limp but he pushed forward. Every now and then the castle rocked with the force of an explosion followed by a burst of screams and a roar of rage. It bounced off him, like oil on water, and he kept going as the hurricane surrounded him.

He needed to get out. He needed to get to his parents. He needed—

The acrid scent of fire flashed passed his nose, a breeze squeezing through a crack in a nearby wall. He stopped all at once, rooted to the spot, dull gray eyes wide as a roar rushed in his ears. It howled and screamed, growing in volume, and grew human in tone. Drowning in agony, bleeding in fear.

Draco clapped his hands over his ears, squeezed his eyes shut, gritted his teeth and begged for the screaming to stop. For Crabbe to be released from the painful grip of Hell. For the scent of burning hair and the sound of popping flesh to fade. For his heavy heart to be forgiven.

Air. He needed air.

Vice tightening on his chest, squeezing his lungs, Draco dropped his arms to the side and started forward again. Moving faster. His parents! He needed to find his mum and dad, to make sure they were okay. They needed to be okay. They needed—

Draco’s heart dropped when a hand grabbed the front of his shirt and yanked him sideways off his feet, down a darkened corridor. All breath flew out his lungs when his back connected with the steady stone wall. The grip on his shirt loosened, only slightly, and it took him a startling second to realize something was being hissed into his ear.

“What?” he uttered.

“Was it worth it?” Theo demanded, his hazel eyes blazing, a sharp turn at the corner of his mouth.

“What’re you—?” Draco’s words died on his tongue as his brain registered just who it was that had a hold on him and who it was that spoke to him. His lips parted for a second, disbelief shooting out of him in a single breath, and he moved to push Theo away. “You’re not supposed to be here you idiot.”

Theo ignored him, a skill that he’d mastered years ago but still rubbed Draco’s nerves after all this time. His grip shifted to the sleeve of Draco’s shirt, yanking it upwards in one deft and fluid motion. Even seething, Theo had a way of making all his movements graceful.

“This!” Theo jerked Draco’s arm upwards and a burn of bile shot up his throat that the sight of it. The black mark etched into his skin; flickering beneath the nearby torch lights. The snake seeping out of the mouth of the skull seemed to wag its tongue at him, winking, taunting. “Was this worth it?”

“Sod off, Nott!” Draco pushed him off, brushing his hands against the wrinkles in his clothes. Habits died hard, he supposed. But it was expected of him, normal. He needed normal. It was nice. At least he could do that right. “You don’t understand.”

“Don’t need to understand much to know you’re a coward.”

Draco scoffed. “Of course that’s what you think. You’re missing the big picture, you’re…” His words trailed off and he pressed his lips together. Better flashed in his mind but he pushed that fleeting thought away. “Leave. I have something to do.”

“Bend over?” Theo offered.

He wasn’t sure what set him off; the blasé tone that seemed to be permanently attached to Theo’s words, the air of judgement crackling around him, or Theo’s general undermining disposition. Or maybe it was all of it that sent Draco surging forward, colliding with Theo, slamming his body into the opposite wall.

The two boys collided with a heavy thud, a minuscule sound beneath the battle raging on around them. Their wands lay forgotten on the ground, fits curling and sinking into the fabric of their shirts as they fought one another, shoving this way and that, grunting and hissing as they battled for the upperhand. Theo was a hair taller than Draco and had the leverage but Draco was faster. Years of Quidditch helped build strength within him compared to Theo’s penchant for shutting himself away.

A stream of dust fell on their heads when the castle rocked again, shaking them, pushing them away from one another. A stark metallic taste seeped into Draco’s mouth; running his tongue along his bottom lip was met with the sting of a fresh cut. Blood dotted his tongue. Theo, worse for wear, leaned against the opposite wall, chest heaving, a swelling red patch by his eye. He brought an arm up to his mouth, wiping away a streak of blood. Whose, he wasn’t sure.

“You think you have this all figured out, huh?” Draco asked between pants. Theo turned his eyes to him but didn’t speak. Draco sniffed and spat. Dark blood splattered on the ground in between them. “You think this is all easy. What I had to do.”

“You made that choice— ”

“I had no choice!” The words shot out of Draco’s throat, raw, hitting Theo like bullets. He winced. Draco relished in it, in Theo’s resolve falling. “He doesn’t give us choices. We just…we have to do it. I have to do it! I have to! My family…you don’t get it.” His mouth stumbled over the words that came up in a rush, clumping together, fighting to be heard, to be understood. To be taken without that look in Theo’s eye, without the airs of an upturned nose, without the disappointment. Like Draco could just…stop. Could change. Could walk away. “I have to…I have to make it right. My parents…”

“They’re letting you walk to your death,” Theo said.

“Fuck you!” Draco hissed. He shook his head. No, no that’s not what they were doing. They cared about him. He cared about them. He was trying to save them. There was no other choice. It was up to him now. He couldn’t fail again. Not after… His stomach pitched hard and he pressed his lips together, forcing his mind away from the image of Crabbe back in the Room of Requirement. His hands trembled by his side; in the back of his mind fire cracked and popped like fireworks. Or was that the battle going on a few floors down? “Why are you here?”

“This is my school.”

“Your father— ”

“I’m hoping to run into him, actually.” The icy tone to Theo’s words made Draco lift his head, lock eyes with his longtime friend.

All at once he was brought back to the days before Hogwarts, when they would run around the large gardens at the Malfoy Manor, trying to get as far away from their parents as possible. When they would grin at each other beneath windswept hair and ruddy cheeks from managing to get a good flight in on the brooms laying around. When they would sneak out at night and talk by the dragon fountain, waiting for it to change its pose or spit water at them instead of the basin at the bottom.

“My father’s sick,” Theo spoke so suddenly that Draco almost missed it. Theo didn’t talk a lot but when he did Draco listened. He always listened. “Healers came today. Said it could be bad.”

“Oh,” was all Draco said. What else could he say? Theodore Nott Sr. was a man he never crossed paths with much. He only saw the elderly man when he came to visit the Malfoy Manor to speak with his own father behind closed doors. His bony hands shook as if he were nervous but the way he lifted his chin and held his body told Draco that he was anything but. He saw that same assuredness in Theo sometimes. Draco once thought of Nott Sr. as a walking skeleton. The grim reaper. Theo laughed at that once. Draco still didn’t get why that was funny. Still, he said, “I’m sorry.”

The lights that one sparkled in Theo’s eyes they could put the constellations above to shame faded as Theo said, “I’m not.”

And it was now, as the two stood in the cramped corridor, regarding each other, that Draco witnessed the hardened look from their youth settling in Theo’s eyes.

“You came back for him,” Draco said. An odd pang accompanied his words, a gash ripping open on his heart. A deep, soulful ache, like rubbing a wound on glass.

A muscle in Theo’s jaw twitched. “In a manner of speaking.”

“Oh.”

Silence pulsed between them, gazes unwavering, and then…

“You have fought valiantly, but in vain. I do not wish this. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a terrible waste. I therefore command my forces to retreat. In their absence, dispose of your dead with dignity. Harry Potter, I now speak directly to you. On this night, you have allowed your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. There is no greater dishonor. Join me in the Forbidden Forest and confront your fate. If you do not do this, I shall kill every last man, woman and child who tries to conceal you from me.”

Like an ebbing wave, all sound seemed to be sucked out of the castle save for a low hum. It took Draco a few seconds to place that it was the still of anticipation.

“Malfoy—”

“I need to go,” Draco said, cutting Theo off. This was his only chance. He could find his parents and they could leave. Before…before He found them. Before he could get them. They could hide out…somewhere. They could never go back but…at least they’d be together.

“You don’t…” something in Theo’s voice made him stop and turn. His heart stuttered. “It can be different.”

“…No, it can’t. It’s too late.”

“It can all stop. Right now.”

“Forget it, Nott. …I have to do this.” Draco flashed a sad smile. “It’s already been done, really.” His eyes drifted back down to the Dark Mark on his forearm.

Somewhere down below a wail echoed upwards.

“…Merlin, you’re such a git!”

Once again Draco was bodyslammed into the wall but Theo was too close and beneath the sweat and grime he smelled too redolent and his grip was too tight and his kiss was too good.

His whole body sighed into Theo’s, pressing up against him, slotting together like a missing puzzle piece. His fingers dug into the tight fabric of Theo’s starchy white shirt, tugging him closer still.

Theo’s fingers dug into his hair and their lips collided with every greedy grab for another and another and another. Theo’s tongue ran across the cut on Draco’s lower lip, coaxing, and Draco let him in.

At the touch of tongues the two boys groaned. Draco’s head swam, a dizzying exhilaration that would’ve knocked him off balance if it were for Theo’s steady, sure hold on him. Draco lifted his hands to Theo’s face, thumbs brushing the stubble that coated his jaw—a new development in these past couple months that Draco admired from afar—and gently touching the swelling beneath his eye.

Their hearts hammered together, Draco felt Theo’s beats in the spaces between his own, a push and pull that mimicked their kisses, their desperation for touch, their effort to hold onto something in a world that spun them out of control. With every kiss, every sigh, every rush of goosebumps, Draco wondered if this was a better choice. If Theo was a better choice. If they could turn and walk away.

But he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve Theo to care about him. He made his bed, he had to lie in it. And not in the way that flashed in his mind when Theo’s fingers pressed into his spine, eliciting a moan from deep in his throat. This was nice, welcomed, needed, wanted, but it wasn’t for him.

Fingers twitching by his side, they then curled around his wand as it slapped into his palm. In one swift motion, before he could think, he jabbed the tip of it into Theo’s stomach and whispered “Crucio” into his mouth.

With a bang and a rush of green light, Theo was thrown backwards. His body slammed against the ground with a sickening thud and Draco’s racing heart beat erratically for a different reason. The previous exhilaration died, as it should, and he lowered his shaking hand. Theo’s body seized and convulsed, eyes wide and unfocused.

Turning on his heel, Draco hurried out of the corridor but not before hearing Theo’s scream of agony. He stopped, eyes clenching, the sound echoing in his head, etching a new scar on his heart. It blended in with the others.

Clenching his jaw, lifting his chin, Draco kept moving, Theo’s screams melding in with the bellows and cries of loss below.

[mrsren]

Have I Lost My Mind? Probably.

Hi, I was worried about sharing this, but I guess I’d really like to. I want to add that no matter how many projects you see here, it’s really just because I have an overactive imagination. I’m not working on all of these concurrently. Some are farther into planning than others, but that’s just how it goes. I don’t want this list to make anyone think they can’t send requests, as several of them actually are requests. And I’m greedy for them. 

I am probably missing some of my ideas, but who knows. Certainly not me. 

Posted: 

Kismet (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) 

Fortuitous (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) 

Red Herring (Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger)

Working Out the Kinks (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger smut collection)

From here down are all unposted. Some may have more information and tags than others. 

Unposted, and most likely more than 10 chapters: 

Realities (James Potter/Hermione Granger) Tags: alternate dimension, mauraders, Snape & Hermione BROTP, Voldemort is a Punk Bitch and not the Big Bad, a slow burn if I write it well. 

Untitled (Remus Lupin/Hermione Granger) Tags: Time Travel-Remus comes foward, Soulmate Charm. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Hermione is a healer, and is hired out from under St Mungos by Draco Malfoy in an attempt to save his mother from a deadly curse cast during the war that has given her a year to live. 

Hogwarts: Eight Year (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Sequel, Head Boy, Head Girl, Romance, Angst, Sexual Content annnnnnd is also on an indefinite hiatus. 

The Best of Me (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Memory Loss, Lots of Angst, Single Parent! Hermione but not really, HEA. (request) 

Spirals (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Eighth Year, Substance Abuse, Healing from Unhealthy Coping Habits, Penpals.

Untitled (Teddy Lupin/Hermione Granger) Tags: Time Travel-Hermione lands forward, Auror (bodyguard) Teddy. Summary: Hermione lands in the future, bloody and sprawled across the floor of the Department of Mysteries, staring up at a face that is almost Harry’s, but not quite. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Gang AU, Lawyer! Hermione, Single Parent! Hermione, Violence, Sexual Content, Might as Well Throw Some Angst In Here Too. Originally prompted during the 2018 Tomione Fest. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Serial Killer! Tom Riddle, Dark Fic, Dark Hermione Granger. 

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) Tags: Sugar Daddy AU. Smut mostly. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Hitman! Draco Malfoy Muggle AU, Forced Partnership, Living On the Run, Sexual Content, and Violence. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger & Theodore Nott/Hermione Granger) Tags:  Love Triangle, Co-Workers, Honestly Have No Idea Who She Ends Up With, Could Go Either Way. (request)

Project Aphrodite (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott) Tags: Triad, Marriage Law, A/B/O, Slash, Romance, and Sexual Content. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott) Tags: Hogwarts Professors, Hermione Works in the Library, Sex Magic, m/m, f/m, and m/f/m. (request)

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger HEA) Tags: Voldemort Wins! Sex Slave Trope, non-con, Hermione “services” Lucius Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, and Draco Malfoy, Draco Defects, HEA. (This is a request in my box.)

Untitled Still (James Potter/Hermione Granger) Tags: Bodyguard, Romance, Some Suspense, POSTS NEXT MONTH WOOOO. 

Still Here? 

Short Stories: 

Super Like (Hermione Granger/Harry Potter) Tags: Muggle AU, Tinder, Not Established Friends in this Universe. 

Untitled (Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Memory Loss, Manipulation (not Draco), Angst, HEA. (also a request)

Untitled (Tom Riddle Jr./Hermione Granger) AU where Tom is her stepdad. Tags: smut, smut, more smut, there is probably not plot here. (Also a request.)

Untitled (Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger) Tags: No Voldemort AU, Hogwarts Era, Smut, mild plot to wrap your smut up. 

Oneshots: 

Part Two of Are You Still Mine? Tags: Draco POV, Angst, HEA

(Charlie Weasley/Hermione Granger) Tags: A/B/O 

(Neville Longbottom/Hermione Granger) Tags: A/B/O  Prequel to Unofficial Diary of an Omega

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Meet Cute + Texting Muggle AU 

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) Tags: Co-Worker, Mutual Pining, Mutual Jealousy 

Draco teaches Hermione how to give a blowjob while she’s topless. (request)

(Harry Potter/Hermione Granger) I call this the fuck fest oneshot, so. (request)

Hermione sleeps with them to get over Sirius. “Please include a jealous Sirius) (Fabian Prewett/Hermione Granger/Gideon Prewett) (request)

(Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) established relationship, + threesome with Ginny. 

Slytherin Gangbang (Est. Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger) (request)

Death Eater Gangbang for Hermione (request)

Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson/Draco Malfoy

Annnnnd, we’ve reached the end. If you did not see your request here, don’t worry. Some of them I didn’t want to post because they were hard to sum of in a few tags. 

Like I said, all of these are in various stages, and could potentially nto see the internet for a long time. If you are curious about any of these, drop me an ask, and I’ll answer. Fortunately for you, or unfortunately depending on how you look at it, I love to talk about myself lol. 

And no matter how swamped you think I am, I’m greedy for requests so I want it to be perfectly clear that this does not mean “don’t send me prompts”. I like to use them as happy little distractions. 

Thanks for reading if you got this far!