#nonverbal Draco

[rockingrobin69]

Trying

It takes time, just like Draco promised, and it’s not easy, as he’s warned. Harry takes a course in the local community centre, classes every Tuesday and Thursday, six o’clock. The teacher is at least a head taller than him, and language seems to flow from her hands like magic, like the easiest thing in the world. Harry can’t wait to have a conversation with Draco like that. He’s aware he may never get this good, but it’s nice to imagine.

Learning BSL is nothing like learning French or Latin. Harry kind of likes that. He likes the signs that seem obvious, the ones that paint a picture of what they mean. He likes stating the topic in the beginning, likes the order of things being different. And he likes the way Draco looks when Harry shows him what he’s learned, the way his eyes open all big when Harry uses it to ask him what he wants for tea. Likes that he’s doing something, that it feels like he’s trying. Turns out it’s good to try.  

Level one is nice, but level two is better. One of his classmates is a lady named Rhiannon (“Fleetwood Mac, honey, what can you do”), who’s got a deaf son. She’s also got this laughter that rolls, all the way from her Adam’s apple to her shoulders to her belly, and it’s the best when he makes her laugh. They go for coffee every Tuesday after class (decaf for her, it’s past eight, baby!), and Draco sometimes joins if he gets out of work on time. Rhiannon adores him. She keeps badgering Harry every time they partner up for practice. Tell him already, sweet idiot.

Sometimes a few of the others come too. Brian, who teaches p1, and Moe, who makes the best petticoat shortbread, and Nikki, who signs in a Cardiff dialect, and Heather and Lucas and Tanya. They’re a good group. Harry’s sort of forgot you can do that, make friends simply by being at the same place at the same time. It starts awkward, but in a nice sort of way, and then in level three it’s just nice. They all stay, which is a bit unusual, they’re told. Harry likes it.

They have a Christmas night out early December. It’s at this tiny pub Rhiannon’s managed to drag them to, where all the cocktails have the funniest names and the beers are all Czech. It’s fucking fantastic. He even manages to convince Draco to stop by after his shift. Lucas and Moe dance, Tanya keeps getting shots for everybody, Nikki and Brian demolish Harry’s crisps so he buys them five more packets. Their teacher comes too, halfway through the night, and she’s written cards for everyone and shyly distributes them one at a time. His says You’re doing so well, Harry, and it makes him tear up a little bit, unreasonably so. Makes him feel—small and also, warm. In the dim pub, Draco’s smile is the most brilliant thing he’s ever seen.

It’s a lovely night. Everyone gets smashed and Draco says they’re all slurring with their hands and it makes them laugh so hard, so so hard, like it’s the funniest thing in the world, like they’re all so alive it’s electric and everything and anything is possible.

Draco takes him home. Helps him change into his pyjamas. Maybe he even strokes Harry’s hair once or twice before putting him to bed, with that smile, and the way his eyes sometimes sparkle. Spark.

Good night? He signs, eyebrows raised. 

The best. Because you were there, he doesn’t seem to be able to say. Not with his words and not with his hands.

Sleep. You’re tired.

But he doesn’t want to close his eyes. Stay?

Draco gives him a questioning look, like Harry’s missigned, said the wrong thing.

Stay with me tonight?

He tilts his head to the side. His hair’s loose, falling into his eyes, has to be brushed back by insistent fingers. Harry wants to kiss them. He must really be quite drunk, because he thinks he’s leaning forward to try it.

Please.

Draco sucks in his lower lip, but then he’s nodding, and this writhing thing in the pit of Harry’s stomach settles. He climbs into bed with Harry, fully dressed. Not smiling anymore. Harry’s a bit too drunk and too excited to make much sense of anything. All he can concentrate on is Draco, here, warm and in his bed and warm and wonderful. He tosses and turns until he finds a comfortable way to lie, with his hand brushing Draco’s, and then he’s asleep before he knows it.

Sometimes he thinks he’s dreaming in sign.

He wakes up with a headache and completely parched, slightly stricken to see Draco lying next to him. Has to think really hard before he remembers, and the way his whole brain’s thumping inside his skull isn’t helpful. The sight makes his heart flutter, bird against its cage bars: Draco’s on his back, arms at his sides, and his face is… entirely, completely soft.

Harry’s stomach gives a frightening lurch. He slides out of the covers as quietly as possible, grabs the miraculous glass of water someone’s left on the bedside table. Takes careful, measured sips, until his vision isn’t swimming, until his heart climbs back down from his throat. He feels like shit.

He can’t stop smiling.

(Flufftober day 13. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[iamnmbr3]

Can we do multiples for this? If so, #8 and #12 for Drarry please 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

Sure!

8. Unpopular opinion about them

I am not a fan of drarry being depicted in canon universes as either 'cool masculine action hero harry'/'damsel in distress fragile draco' or 'sweet but kinda dumb and blundering harry'/'calm cool and collected ice prince draco' or 'enemies who still loathe and distrust each other postwar to very reluctant openly hostile allies to lovers.' All these dynamics are fine if you want to read/write them but the thing is...at least to me...they aren't drarry. And by reducing the characters to those dynamics you end up missing out on a lot of the nuance that makes the characters special and the ship interesting and you kinda flatten them into something pretty generic.

Contrary to popular fanon Harry is not dumb. He was supposed to be in Slytherin for a reason. He's very clever and observant and resourceful. And while he can be very kind and compassionate he also can be deadly when he needs to be and has a real temper that many people, even those close to him (though interestingly not Draco), can find intimidating at times. Draco also is a very good Occlumens and definitely matures a lot, but he's also not someone who is innately cold and dignified, much as he might wish to be. He's hot and firey and emotional too - just like Harry - but presents that in different ways. And yes in later books Draco often overcomes and masters his fears and emotions - because he has to - but it's not easy for him, and sometimes it all comes bursting out. And that makes him interesting and complex and human.

However Draco is also not a fragile damsel in distress. By the end of the series he is no longer the sheltered boy who once dramatically claimed to be "dying" because Buckbeak scratched him. He's been branded with the Dark Mark, been tortured by Voldemort himself, and used Unforgivables on others in turn - even if under duress. He's had to survive living with Voldemort and his followers in his house while he and his family were out of favor and virtually defenseless. He showed himself to be far more clever and resourceful than many would have given him credit for during book 6. In book 7 despite knowing intimately the terrible fate he was likely condemning himself and his family to if Harry & Co escaped, he didn't reveal the fact that he saw Ron & Harry had freed themselves from their bonds in the cell and didn't identify Harry and his friends, which bought them the time they needed to get away. He also held his own in a duel against Harry - who is extremely skilled - due to his quick reflexes, powerful magic, and strong ability to use nonverbal spells. Draco is tough and powerful in his own right, especially after the war and wouldn't just collapse into frightened hysterics at the slightest danger or find himself unable to fend off an angry group of younger students during 8th year.

He and Harry are equals and foils and parallels and opposites all at once. That's what makes their dynamic so interesting. They can stand up to each other and they never are afraid of each other - even when logic says they should be - and their skills and abilities and temperaments are extremely complimentary.

Also I love a good 'toxic dark bitterest of foes to lovers' fic but again, that doesn't feel like postwar drarry. They couldn't bring themselves to hate each other at the height of the war. Harry spent most of book 7 worrying about Draco. Draco risked everything for Harry at the Manor. They're not going to suddenly start a bitter feud after all the pressures pitting them against each other are gone. Postwar Draco would feel guilt and regret over his actions. And Harry, who lied for Draco after the Astronomy Tower Incident in book 6, is unlikely to suddenly decide he's angry Draco didn't end up in Azkaban. (Which is not to say he might not be suspicious of or curious about Draco's activities - but it wouldn't come from a place of hatred or openly vicious aggression.)

What's so fascinating and unique about this ship is that for all they are rivals and later enemies on the opposite sides of a war they don't hate and distrust each other the way you'd expect. Yes there's enmity and hostility. Yes they have to fight each other sometimes. But they also understand each other so deeply. And whenever one of them is actually in danger they always, always save each other.

It is this complex and contradictory relationship that makes them so interesting to me. And so unique compared to a lot of other ships and ship dynamics.

(I also wrote about an unpopular opinion for Draco here.)

12. Crack headcanon

There was a 7 year long 'will they or won't they' betting pool among an ever widening circle of students traumatized by having been subjected to their shenanigans.

Send me a character/ship from any fandom and a number.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

Do you think Harry and Tom would be able to use each other's wands?

1000% yes, I believe they could.

I think I mentioned here, that Harry's wand sees Voldy (especially post-resurrection) as an extension of Harry, and Voldy's wand is considered kin. Like, the wands recognize each other and the owners.

So, I think Harry's and Voldemort's wands would, like, barely recognize it's a different person. Like, post-resurrection, Harry and Voldemort share blood and soul and their wands were already magically kin, so basically, it's like almost the same person.

If Harry picked up Voldy's wand, the yaw wand would be like: "Hmm, Tommy's a bit different today, oh well," and just roll with it. Same goes for Harry's wand.

I think a lot of magic is just going to consider Voldemort and Harry extensions of each other, and so would their wands.

However, I think it isn't true for all wands who accept them, just their interwind wands that share a core. Like, the Elder Wand chose Harry, and wouldn't accept Tom, because it's sentient in a different way than other wands. Draco's wand, which also accepted Harry, wouldn't accept Tom probably, because there the acceptance was based on Draco's feelings. But, their wands, which are just as bound together as Harry and Voldemort, yeah, they would barely notice if they were switched up.

Like, the wands won't notice, but Harry and Voldemort would.

On the Pottermore page about wand woods, it's said wands adapt to their user and their spellcasting style. So, I headcanon their wands have adapted to them over time. Harry would notice the Yaw wand is more sensitive to nonverbal magic since Tom probably casts nonverbally more often than not and the wand got used to it. The Yaw wand would probably be proud like its owner and won't allow a subpar wizard to use it (luckily for Harry, he'd be fine on that front) Similarly, Tom would find the Holly wand more volatile and prone to overcharge spells and be more protective of its user. Both wands would be chill with being used creatively though, considering Harry sometimes uses spells intuitively different than how they are meant to be used and Tom probably invents magic whenever he encounters a problem that doesn't have a magical solution yet.

[phdmama]

the same old witchcraft (when your eyes meet mine)

Drarry, ~4600 Words, Explicit

It hits Draco again, just how fucking powerful Potter is. He doesn’t flaunt it, never shows off, which makes it easy to underestimate him. He dresses like a horror, his hair is ridiculous, and half the time he can’t even be bothered to shave. But, it’s moments like this that Draco recalls vividly that Potter, at seventeen, went up against one of the most powerful wizards of all time and won. Compared to that, a little wandless, nonverbal sex magic while networking at a Ministry cocktail party seems like a walk in the park.

Read it HERE on AO3!

As some of you know, it's been a rough summer around here. I broke my left leg in approximately a million places (and fractured my right foot too), had surgery, and spent most of the summer flat on my back in bed, in enormous pain. As I've healed, I've been counting all the milestones of improvement along the way, and this weekend was a big one. I've been able to set my room and living space back to what it was prior to the injury, because I no longer need to live in my bed. One thing I had done was moved my computer out of my room, and even though I've been feeling better, there's been no privacy to do things on the computer, like write porn.

This is my celebration for all the healing I've done. I've got a ways to go, but this is reminder to myself, I will keep healing and getting more and more of myself back. And what better way to celebrate that than writing some smut!

I haven't edited this one super-much, but I've got people coming over in 45 minutes and I just SO want to get something posted!!

I hope you enjoy! xox

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

E to L. Reader falls into lake, someone makes an inappropriate comment about it and Draco snaps, leading to heavy make out?

Thank you so much for your request. For some reason, I´m not completely content with how this turned out but I hope you will still enjoy it anyways.

Driving you mad

Warning: suggestive language

"Severed heads, unidentifiable stumps, terrifying frog-rabbit mutations — all have been created, to the dismay of those who made them...", Professor McGonagall stated, while you, along with the other students stared at the birds, that were fluttering through the classroom, in awe. “Now it is on you. Let´s see what you remember.”

You bit your lip. It wasn’t like you had any problems with the spell itself, it worked out just fine for you. But using those spells without saying them out loud had never been one of your strengths. And the only way to change that was to practice.

But at the end of the lesson, Hermione had been the only one who had been able to actually conjure some birds without saying a word. For a moment everyone had been surprised when from the tip of Ron´s wand some birds had flown up as well, but soon you realized that he, even if it had been unconsciously, had mumbled “Avis.”, through his clenched teeth, earning laughter from his classmates and a disapproving look from Professor McGonagall.

When you exited the classroom after the lesson after the Professor had reminded you once more to not forget to practice also between the lessons, Ron was still embarrassed, but Hermione reminded him that he might have done better if he would have practised the nonverbal spells more frequently from the very beginning. That lead to a heated argument, Harry and you listened, quite amused by the constant bickering, until you were interrupted by someone, who also had to run his mouth about Ron´s failure, but with not as good intentions as Hermione.

“Isn´t it a shame how you fail even if you cheat Weaselbee?”

You could see Ron´s ears turning slightly pink as he turned around to the blond Slytherin who had made the comment and was now looking at him with a sly grin on his face.  

“As I recall you didn’t manage the spell either, did you?”, Hermione said, narrowing her eyes.

“Don’t think I need a filthy mudblood to assess my abilities as a wizard.”, Malfoy answered, eying Hermione haughtily, earning some snickering of his friends who were standing behind him.

“At least she was the only one who had been able to actually cast the spell.”, Harry returned.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Wagging your wand hasn’t anything to do with real magic.”, he said.

“Is that how you justify a muggleborn being better than you? That´s just pathetic.”, Harry spoke up again.

“Don’t you dare to call me pathetic, Potter.”

“There´s no need to be ashamed of it, Malfoy. We all already know.”, you jumped in.

Malfoy now turned to you, his eyes sparkling.

“Doesn’t say much when it comes from you. As if you´d be the sharpest knife in the drawer.”, he hissed.

“Never said I am, but at least I´m smart enough to know you aren’t either.”, you answered with a sweet smile on your face.

Malfoy took a step towards you. He was now towering you, but you refused to take a step back, even though you felt your pulse quicken as you felt his hot breath hitting your face.

“Did you just call me stupid?”

Your smile only grew wider as you locked your eyes with his and nodded.

“In fact, I did.”

You saw Malfoy´s hand twitching from the corner of your eye, getting ready to grab your wand if he would make any effort to use his, in case you had to defend yourself. But then you heard someone clearing their throat behind you. You tore your gaze apart from Malfoy and looked up to Professor McGonagall who watched the scene, her lips pressed together to a thin line.

Malfoy also looked at the teacher, his gaze flickering between her and you. Then he bent down, bringing his lips close to your ear as he whispered: “We aren’t done yet, love.”

“I would be disappointed if it would be any other way.”, you smiled.

Malfoy then straightened up again and took a step back.

“Let´s go.”, he said and strutted away, followed by his henchman.

Professor McGonagall gave you a warning look before she turned around and left.

You let out an annoyed groan.

“He´s driving me mad. One day I´ll kill him, I swear.”, you mumbled.

Ron, who stood next to you, was watching Malfoy turning around the next corner grimly.

“Not if I´ll get him first.”

“If we´ll ever get to it, we´ll draw lots.”, Harry added and you all nodded in agreement, while your thoughts drifted off to all the things you wanted to do to the boy.

The next afternoon, you were sitting on a landing stage down by the lake. The sun was already low and even though it was still warm, the cold breeze blowing across the lake made you shiver. The sun had still been burning when you had left the castle and you had left your robe back in your dorm, thinking you would return before it would get too cold. Because originally, you had just wanted to practice how to conjure the birds nonverbally once more, since Professor McGonagall had announced that you would have to present what you had learned in the next lesson. But unfortunately, it had taken longer than you had thought it would.

Still, you felt the satisfaction rushing through your body, now that it had actually worked out. A small flock of birds was fluttering above your head, chirping happily. You had to admit, you were kinda proud of your performance. Spells that created life always amazed you the most. It always reminded you of how powerful magic actually was. Sometimes you took it for granted, and sometimes you were even a little bit annoyed when the teachers would preach over and over again that with the great power you had, huge responsibility would come along, thinking you would be able to work things out on your own just as well, but in moments like this, you remembered that they were probably right. You had a responsibility. Responsibility towards you, the people around you, the society and now also those little birds, hovering above you.

You smiled quietly to yourself as you watched them flying towards the sun, wishing those little creatures only the best and hoping they wouldn´t end as Mrs Norris´ dinner.

Speaking of dinner, you realized with a look at your watch that you should probably get back to the castle if you wanted to be on time for your own.

You were just packing your things together when you suddenly felt the landing stage vibrating under you. As you turned around, you sighed in annoyance. The day had actually been quite good so far, but now, it probably wouldn’t stay that way.

“Look who´s here.”, Malfoy sneered, eying you, with a tight-lipped grin. “All on your own today (Y/l/n)?”

“I wish I was.”, you mumbled.

Your eyes were flickering from Malfoy to Crabbe and Goyle, standing to his left and right, as well as Parkinson and Montague, effacing themselves, but with a nevertheless, mean grin on their faces.

“That´s not really polite, is it boys?”, Malfoy pouted, but you could see his grin only widened. “We just wanted to keep your company.”

“I´ll pass on that, thanks.”, you responded.

You wanted to pass them, but one of Malfoy´s gorillas -Crabbe- got in your way. With his broad shoulders, he almost covered half of the pier, making it almost impossible to pass him. The boy crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Let me through.”, you hissed, but the boy in front of you didn’t react at all.

You turned around to Malfoy.

“Tell your henchman to let me through.”

Malfoy frowned, acting as if he had to think about it for a second.

“What do I get from this?”

“I won´t hex you in a way that will make you never leave the hospital wing ever again.”

But Malfoy and the others just cackled.

“You really need to learn to curb your mouth (Y/l/n). But if you will ask me nicely, I might think about it once more.”

“You wish Malfoy.”, you spit out.

You took another step forward, trying to break through the human wall, but Crabbe stopped you and was surprisingly quick to hold you in a tight grip, preventing you from leaving.

“Let go of me! Right now.”, your voice was now louder, but even if you would have screamed, there was no one in sight who might be able to hear you. Most of the people had already left.

“Think about it (Y/l/n). Just ask nicely. Only one pretty please. That’s it.”

But you didn’t even think about it. You tried to shake the boy off, but his grip was firm.

You squirmed and took a step back and Crabbe finally let go of you. But the release didn’t last long, because just as you felt Crabbe´s hands not holding on to you anymore, you also felt how you stepped at nothing. You let out a high-pitched scream, flailing your arms, trying to regain your balance, but it was already too late.

With a loud splash, you fell backwards into the water.

The wetness that embraced you was icy. It was only a second, but the time you spend pedalling to get back to the surface felt like forever. Your lungs felt as if they would burst any moment, your clothes suddenly feeling heavy, threatening to pull you down further. When you finally fought you way back up, you gasped for air immediately, coughing some water.

The first thing you noticed when your head had broken through the surface of the water and realized, you most likely wouldn’t drown today, was some hysterical laughter, coming from above you. As you looked up, you saw Malfoy, Parkinson, Montague, Crabbe and Goyle standing at the edge of the landing stage, laughing so hard, tears were running down their cheeks.

“Very funny.”, you growled through gritted teeth.

You swam back to the pier, trying to pull yourself up, but your clothes were so heavy, now that they were soaked with water, you lost your grip on the first try and plunged back into the water, making your fellow students burst into laughter once more.

Finally, you managed to escape the freezing hell. You tried to wring out your clothes that were now sticking to your body. Malfoy was wiping away some tears, before he came up to you, still with an uncontrollable grin on his face.

“That would have been preventable if you wouldn’t have been that stubborn.”, he told you.

“I´d rather jump in there again right away than give in to you.”, you responded.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Feel free to do so. But I had my fun for today.”

“Well, I feel like the fun had just started, Draco.”, Montague suddenly spoke up. You looked at the boy, who was stepping closer, his eyes travelling down your body.

You looked down on you as well and felt your cheeks flush. You hadn’t thought about the fact you weren’t wearing your robe as usual, but only the white blouse that was a part of the school uniform as well. Only that, now that it was dripping wet, it was almost completely transparent, showing off your bra. Also, your skirt had ridden up, not enough to make anything visible but still more than you wanted others to see. Especially those boys standing in front of you, eying you predatory. You quickly tried to fix it before crossing your arms in front of your chest.

Malfoy´s eyes were drifting down your body for a split second as well, before they flickered to his friends who were looking at you with a dangerous shimmer in their eyes, then back to you.

“That was for you daring to call me stupid. You better leave now before I change my mind.”, he said, his voice sounding a little bit husky and you noticed that he was avoiding your gaze.

You were a bit irritated by his behaviour and almost thankful for his words, as you passed him and wanted to leave, but this time it was Montague, who cut you off.

“C´mon Draco. Don’t be a poor sport. I still got many things on my mind we could do with her. I´m sure you´ll have fun as well. I mean, just look at her. I knew she was a dirty whore after all.”, he said, his eyes fixed on parts of your body, that were definitely more than just impolite to stare at the way he did now.

You tensed, watching his movements closely, your hand sliding to the pocket of your skirt, ready to fight him if it would be necessary. But just as Montague took another step towards you, you received some unexpected help.

“Leave it.” Malfoy´s tone sounded sharp.

You looked at him in surprise, as well as the others.

“But…”

“I said leave it.”, Malfoy snapped, his tone letting anyone know that he wouldn’t have an argument.

Montague pouted before he shrugged his shoulders and took a step back again.

“Never mind mate, she´s all yours.”, he grinned.

You were still eying the boys suspiciously as they stepped aside, paving the way. But you didn’t move, your body was still tensed, your fingertips brushing over your wand.

Suddenly, you felt a hand on your back. You flinched and spun around, but as you looked into Malfoy´s eyes, even if you were only able to do so for a short moment before he lowered his gaze again, there was something that held you back from hexing him right away. The blond boy grabbed your bag before he turned around to you again.

“Let´s go.”

It was all he said.

You hesitated for a moment. Why in Godric´s name should you follow him? But which other options did you have? Malfoy was an idiot for sure, but at any rate, you felt like he had at least the slightest idea of what the word decency meant. But you weren’t sure if his friends did so as well. And besides, it was more likely that you would be able to handle Malfoy on your own than four of his friends.

That´s why you decided to follow him. You heard Montague whistling behind you as you caught up to Malfoy who was already on his way back to the castle and saw Pansy Parkinson pressing her lips together and muttering some kind of insult as you passed her. But you couldn’t care less. For now, you were just glad you would be able to escape that unpleasant situation. Even if you weren’t sure if what would come next would be any better.

Malfoy was walking at a fast pace, not even caring if you were able to keep up with him. So you jogged next to him, shooting him some glances as if you expected some kind of explanation for why he had gotten you out of there, but Malfoy just ignored you, acting as if he didn’t even notice your presence.

By now the sun had almost gone down and it only had gotten colder. And your wet clothes weren’t exactly comfortable and felt clammy.

“Malfoy, could you just slow down for a second?”, you spoke up, as you had already made half the way to the castle.

But Malfoy just continued his way, still ignoring you.

“Could you just wait for a damn second?” You were panting, due to the immense pace.

No reaction.

“Draco, please!”

The boy stopped so abruptly, you almost ran into him. As Malfoy turned around, you could see an indefinable look in his eyes.

Little did you know that it almost broke the boy’s heart as he saw you standing there. You were breathing heavily, and you had put your hands on your hips, trying to catch your breath. Your hair was still wet and dripping and he could hear your teeth chattering and saw your hands shaking.

And he didn’t even want to start on how hard he had to try to ignore that he could still look through your damn blouse, on the one hand wanting to take in every aspect of you right now, wanting the picture to burn into his mind as he knew it probably would, and on the other hand wanting to forget what you looked like right now immediately, so he could just move on hating you like he had always done.

However, all of these things were even harder for him to do since he knew that in the end, it had been him who had done this to you. But now he had to shove all the feelings of guilt and thoughts, of which much more pleasant reasons there would be to have you panting and staring up at him with those beautiful eyes, aside.

If you had known what was going on in Malfoy´s head right now, you would probably have understood his next action. But since you didn’t, you were utterly surprised as the Slytherin boy took off his own robe and put it around your shoulders. You were embraced by a comfortable warmth immediately and soaked in a scent that made you, in your opinion, feel way too comfortable.

“Better?”, Malfoy asked, while he still didn’t dare to look at you.

You nodded and threw him a wry smile.

“Thanks.”

“Let´s get you inside then.”

The rest of the way back to the castle, you remained silent. Malfoy had now adapted his pace to yours. But still, he didn’t look at you once. Your shivers had by now decreased and even if you were still freezing and pretty sure you would catch a cold soon, it felt bearable by now.

As you entered the castle, the corridors were almost completely empty. Most of the students were probably already at dinner.

You glanced at Malfoy from the side curiously. You couldn’t help but wonder what was going on inside his head. At first he had incited his friends against you and then he had saved you. Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder if Malfoy just enjoyed bickering with other people, but when things became actually serious, he knew what was right and what was wrong. At least that was the only explanation you had for his strange behaviour right now. And if you were frank, you felt quite the same. For sure, Malfoy was an idiot and you had never got along with him, but if you were completely honest, you had never actually tried to. Because you felt as if without all the fighting with him, without all the tension between the two of you, something would be missing in your life. But right now, even though the tension was thick, it felt different than the other times. And you couldn’t help but wonder why.

“Why did you help me?”, you finally spoke up.

Malfoy didn’t even care to look at you as he answered: “I didn’t.”

“Of course you did. This was a very… uncomfortable situation and you got me out.”

“I got you in there as well.”

“You always do.”, you chuckled.

Malfoy only hummed in response.

“But you still didn’t answer my question. Why did you get me out?”

“Montague was an asshole.”

“So?”

“Why does it even matter?”

“It does.”

“Why?”

“Because… That´s not the point.”

“What is your point?”

“Why did you help me?”

“You really think I would help a filthy blood traitor like you?”

“You just did.”

“I didn’t for sure.”

The only thing that was actually for sure was that no one in this world had ever frustrated you that much. You didn’t even know why you wanted to know or what answer you were expecting, but for some reason, you felt as if there was one you were hoping for. Even if you weren’t quite sure which one it was yet.

“Malfoy?”

But the boy just kept on ignoring you, staring straight ahead.

“Malfoy, could you just wait…”

You stopped and gripped the boy by the wrist.

Within a split second, the blond boy spun around and glared down at you. You felt your pulse quicken as he did so. Still, you couldn’t look away. It felt as if you were hypnotized by his grey eyes, which were by now fixed on you.

“What do you want, hm? What do you want to hear?”, his voice sounded dangerous, but not in the way Montague had sounded only minutes ago. Back then you had felt fear rising up in you. You had been scared of what might happen, scared, they might hurt you. But now it felt different. You felt anticipation rising up in you. You didn’t know how you could be so sure, but somehow you knew, Malfoy wouldn’t hurt you. Even if every logical thinking would tell you differently.

“I… It´s just…” Your voice was shaky. “I just want to know why you even care.”

As you saw him freezing, staring down at you, as if he needed to think about it for a second, you instantly knew which answer you wanted to hear. You knew why you wanted him to care. Or more precisely, because of who.

And when his gaze grew more intense, you knew, that there was at least a chance you would get the answer you wanted.

Malfoy took a deep breath.

“Screw it.”, he whispered.

And before you could even start to wonder what this answer possibly could mean, you suddenly felt Malfoy´s lips pressing against yours, erasing any thought that had still been left on your mind. You didn’t even give it a second thought as you returned the kiss. Even if you had wanted to, you probably wouldn’t have been able to, since his lips felt far too perfect on yours to even doubt whether this was wrong or right for just a second. Your hands immediately found their way to Malfoy´s chest, while his got tangled in your hair, which was still wet from the earlier incident, now neither of you spend another thought on it.

Only when you were completely out of breath you pulled back, with swollen lips, panting heavily once more.

“What the hell Malfoy?”, you gasped, now totally confused.

Said boy needed a second to catch his breath again, using it to regain control over his racing thoughts before he would say something stupid. At least that’s what he hoped for.

Malfoy grinned at you smugly.

“What is it love?”

“What was that?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it.”

“I… Well, that’s… I mean you started… That´s completely not the point once more.”

“This is completely the point.”, Malfoy responded.

“You got me here so you can kiss me?”

“You wouldn’t have shut up any other way, would you?”

You felt your heart stinging at his words.

“You… You kissed me so I would shut up?”

You tried to make your voice sound expressionlessness as you said this, but still, you didn’t manage to hide the disappointment in your voice completely. And Malfoy seemed to notice.

“Think again (Y/l/n). For what reason do people kiss other people?”

You felt your heart racing in your chest. The way he was speaking to you sounded like he wanted to provoke yet another fight, but the possible meaning behind his words suggested something very different.

“Well, normally I would think one shows affection like this, but I highly doubt you are even capable of such feelings.”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“If that´s the case I might as well get back to my friends now.”

“Don’t you dare Malfoy. I need a proper answer first.”

“Might need some motivation to respond.”

And this time it was your lips crashing on his, which he gladly accepted. The kiss was even more demanding than the first. The only time Malfoy´s lips left yours was when they travelled to your neck, nibbling on your earlobe, before travelling further down, covering your skin in kisses and sometimes you could feel his teeth carefully digging into your most sensitive spots as well until he had reached your collarbone. You sighed comfortably as you tilted your head, trying to give the boy even more access.

The way Malfoy´s lips ghosted over your skin, made your legs weak, literally. That´s why you weren’t exactly sorry when you stumbled back and your back hit the cold stone wall behind you. But Malfoy held you up, his hands travelling down your neck, then your spine, until he placed them on your hips. You felt the clammy material of your blouse slightly riding up as his fingers slid under it and Malfoy started drawing some small circles on your hipbones. When you felt his fingers tracing over your bare skin, it made chills run down your spine.

But the best feeling was when his lips found their way back to yours and he kissed you once more, this time much more carefully with way more affection.

“You really are unbelievable annoying, you know that?”, he whispered against your lips, once he was able to break away from the addictive taste of yours.

“It´s really hard to believe you that right now.”, you chuckled. “But if I am, you are at least as annoying as me.”

“Seems like we are the perfect match then.”

You looked up at Malfoy with doe eyes, making his heart jump.

“What are you trying to say?”

“You know what I´m trying to say.”, he answered, as a rosy shimmer appeared on his cheeks, not only due to the latest physical exertion.

“I might have an idea.”, you smiled. “Just want to make sure you´re thinking of the same thing I got on my mind.”

“I mean”, Malfoy said as he pecked your lips, “that I will never let anyone ever talk to you like Montague did today. And I mean”, he pecked your lips once again, “that I would love to spend some more time with you from now on.”

“Even if I´m so annoying?”, you teased.

“Maybe because you are so annoying.”

“Maybe I like how that sounds.”

“If that’s the case, maybe”, Malfoy glanced at you carefully, but relaxed as he saw how your eyes were sparkling as you looked at him, “you would like to meet up with me for some butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks next weekend?”

You raised an eyebrow and grinned at him.

“Draco Malfoy, did you just ask me out?”

The blush on Draco´s cheeks only darkened.

“If a Malfoy asks you for a date, it will be more special, than meeting up in a stupid pub. But if you are interested in what it would be like to go on a date with me, meet me at midnight at the astronomy tower. And yes, now I asked you out.”, Draco added.

The smile on your face only widened.

“I would love to meet you next weekend. And I would… I would also love to go on a date with you.”

Malfoy puffed his chest proudly.

“Of course you do. Every girl wants to go on a date with me.”

“Don’t exaggerate Malfoy. Or I might remember that I normally can´t stand you.”, you laughed.

Draco chuckled.

“Well, from what I have witnessed in the last few minutes, you can. And not only that.”

“Don’t pride yourself. That wasn’t something special.”

“So do you often kiss random boys?” You could swear that you had seen a jealous sparkle in Draco´s eyes.

“Only those who drive me mad.”

“I drive you mad?”

You smiled and nodded.

“But in the best way possible.”

Draco mirrored your smile.

“So do you love.”

And when Draco pulled you in a kiss the next time, it was much more gentle. His hands cupped your cheeks and his lips carefully brushed over yours. And at that moment you wondered how you could have ever mistaken the tension between the two of you for anything else than what you had right now.

But when you entered your dorm much later that evening with the most stupid smile on your face and Hermione greeted you with her arms crossed and eyes narrowed, asking you why in the name of Godric you were wearing a Slytherin robe, you felt as if this would be the easiest to explain when you would tell her how your life had turned upside down within the last hour.

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[olivers-cocoapuffs]

Blaise Zabini Headcanons

He gives Draco his T injections

bisexual asf

had a small crush on Harry (and then on Ron)

Massive mamas boy

he has his mum’s last name

Grew up with Theo and Luna

he’s better at make up than Pansy

he had a massive Star Wars phase (revenge was his favourite)

he annotates books (using a clear sticky note)

Quidditch Beater (and captain in 5th, 6th, 7th years)

he’s really particular about things (he only buys certain types of soap, or certain brands of bread ect)

Can’t really cook but makes a really good cheesecake

he’s the one who taught Draco how to make the paper cranes

his favourite band is the Arctic Monkeys (modern Au ofc)

he keeps a journal and uses 1 a year (he then sets them on fire)

Theo, Blaise and Luna have weekly tea dates

Blaise always has anything anyone needs (un detectable extension charm)

He’s super confident

Best subject is CoMC and worst is DADA

in third year he’d do people’s homework for money

has a reputation as a bit of a whore but he’s on the ace spectrum

He always has dirt on people and he has a gossip corner in the school news paper (run by Luna)

Someone once called him “Blaisey Bear” and he hated it sm and now that’s what his friends call him

he’s quiet in public but in private he’s the loudest

he speaks fluent italian

He can play guitar

gets chronic pain and has to use a cane sometimes

he’s really, really good at nonverbal and wandless spells

[canines-alter-creation]

Hiii tysm 4 acers alter pack, 90° is rly happy with it! could we have a lvl 3 masc presenting loch ness monster / lake beast nonhuman alter? You can pick every thing else btw!

-💫 anon

Hi!! Sorry it took Us+ so long to get here, We've+ been really busy with school! But! Here you have it! A Loch Ness Mascter!! (get it because, monster and masculine!! I'm+ funny)

As always, not all alters based on these packs are going to turn out exactly as described but I+ hope you like anyway!

> Name(s): Dragyn, Draco, Nester, Ness, Nevin, Lochland

> Pronoun(s): he/lake/monster/it/dragon/loch

> Age: Ageless, adult presenting, but doesn’t have an age because it shifts from human to creature indifferently

> Gender: crypticmonsterenbyic, nonhumanic,creatureboything, gendercryptian,dimbathyic, videbleuon

> Sexuality: masc and nonhuman attracted, unsure on the concept of dating since it is a “creature”

> Role: Trauma Manager, protector

> Source: Loch Ness Monster

> Faceclaims:

> Sign-offs: 🌊, ♒, 🐉

> Song theme:

> Front triggers(pos/neg/neu):

+ large bodies of water, especially if the body has a fear of water, because that’s both of its job, talks of cryptozoology

/ Having to do its internal job, trauma holders being under stress

- Feeling in danger/the body being in danger, 

> Likes/dislikes:

+ Water, playing in water, fountains, traveling or going places, being alone, having space

- When people don’t believe in him, being dismissed as a protector because it “isn’t human”, being expected to be in their human form

> Personality: Ness may be entirely nonverbal or mute by choice, it may not want to speak to others, but will come into front to guide or shield (typically physically) certain alters from trauma. He is inherently very kind and gentle, and is more than willing to allow little alters to ride on his back or to go diving with them. 

> Ways they do their role: He may use his size to separate antagonizing alters from their victims, or use their size to block out what is happening in front that is triggering (as a form of soothing and intentional dissociation)

> Inner world occupation or behavior: Likely lives in some sort of lake or body of water, may protect the body of water and anyone who frequents the shores or lives in the Loch as well. While it can shift to a more “human” appearance, it rarely does so, and still maintains many of his creature features. 

> Possible outerworld behavior: Won’t be very talkative, may not engage very much with others, and may communicate almost entirely in emojis. Helps to protect the body by taking up more space, pushing for there to be a radius of protection around the body at all times.

[krazykiki05]

Draco and Serena enter his dorm to find a green box sitting neatly on his bed. Serena tilts her head at it. "What's that?" She asks. Draco looks at it for a second before shrugging.

"I don't know. Open it." He answers. Serena obliges, finding a cupcake. She pushes her tongue to her cheek. "Who is she?" She asks, look up at her boyfriend.

"What?" He asks while taking of his robe. Serena shows him what's in the box. A chocolate cupcake with bright green frosting on it with dark green sprinkles. Draco furrows his eye brows at the sight.

"What's her name?" Serena repeats.

"What are you talking about!?"

"Cut the shit, Draco. None of your male friends would give you a cupcake! Is it Pansy!?" Serena accuses. Draco sighs with a slight smile. He finally realized what was going through her head.

"Serendipity Snape." He draws out her name. "I am not cheating on you." He states clearly and slowly. Serena still doesn't buy it.

"Then what's with the cupcake?" She argues.

"Genuinely! I don't know! Maybe it's a secret admirer of Goyle or Blaise and they just got the wrong bed." Draco had slowly made his way over to her. He leans down and gives her a languid kiss. "You're the only girl I'm my life." He promises her. "Here." He takes the box our of her hand, snatching the cupcake and tossing the box onto Goyles bed. "It's chocolate. You know I don't like chocolate cupcakes." He silently gives it to her. Serena takes it with a suspicious smirk. Draco then jumps to flop on his bed. "Now come here. We don't have a lot of time before supper." Serena crawls to lay against her boyfriend, nibbling on the cupcake.

Halfway through supper Serenas stomach started to turn. She was able to hide her discomfort the rest of supper. But once she got to her room, she was doubled over and struggling to breathe. "Serena, are you alright?" Lily asked. Serena shook her head. "You're turning green! Come, let get you to the bathroom." Lily helped her friend to the bathroom. There, Serena knelt down and puked her dinner out into the toilet.

Lily tried to get Serena to go to the hospital but she refused. She didn't want to scare her father or Draco. She made herself a small healing potion with what ingredients she had stashed in her room. This settled her stomach enough for her to get some sleep.

When Lily woke up to Serena vomiting once again, she told Kiara to stay with her while she got Madame Pomfrey. That's how Serena ended up with in the hospital with a large bucket over each side of her bed. Severus was alerted as soon as he could be. He opened the hospital doors with nonverbal magic. Shutting them the same way. The retched sound of his daughter gagging hit his ears. He strides to Madame Pomfrey. "The poor girl is throwing up non-stop! I don't know what to do! She can't keep anything down!" She rambles to the father. Severus furrows her eyebrows. It's humanly impossible to throw up at the rate Serendipity was without... Magic.

"Professor Snape! Draco Malfoy is at the door. Shall let him in?" Nurse Ragland announced.

"No!" Serendipity answered for her father, hovering over a bucket.

"I'll deal with him." Severus volunteers while walking to the door.

"Professor Snape-"

"You should be in class." Severus bites. Draco gives him a look.

"I had to make sure she's okay. Is she alright?" He asks.

"No." Severus wasn't a liar. "You have supper with her, did she eat anything that was out of the ordinary or... Gifted to her?" Snape asks. Draco gaze turns to the ground as he recalls yesterday. His face falls to realization.

"The cupcake." He mutters.

"The what?" Draco looks at the teacher.

"The cupcake. We found a random cupcake on my bed yesterday and I gave it to her. Someone must have poisoned it. The cupcake was supposed to be for me!" Draco rambles. Severus sighs a rolls his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. Get to class now."

"What about Serena?"

"You've told me everything I need to know." With that, Severus opened the hospital doors, closing them in Dracos face.

"She was poisoned. A fate meant for Malfoy." Severus explained. Serendipity vomits once again.

"Is that's the case, this is an extremely strong poison potion as will need-"

"An extremely strong cure." Severus finished Madame Pomfreys sentence for her. He turns and heads for the door. "I shall return with the strongest cure I can."

Sadly, cure for poisons isn't common... Or easy. Once the poisoning has commenced, it's near impossible to get rid of. And since it was his daughter taking the cure, he didn't have the courage to experiment. So he went tby the book. He found a cure that would reduce effects significantly but not diminish it. He made it as quickly as possible and gave it to Madame Pomfrey. "Here child, drink this." She whispered while holding the vial up to Serendipitys lips. The young girl chokes it down. It took everything in her not to throw it up. Serendipitys room started to spin and her eyelids became heavy. Her stomach wasn't twisting in knots any more so she took a chance at laying down to help soothe her headache. Madame Pomfrey helped her lay back. Serendipity soon fell asleep. "Who would want to poison her? She's a good girl." She wonder to herself, but lid enough for the father to hear.

"The poison was meant for Draco."

"Well, you should return to class, Professor. She'll be alright with us." Pomfrey assures Severus while standing up straight.

"I don't that. Once I find who did this... They'll wish to have never come to this school."

Severus entered his classroom to find Minerva subbing for him. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall I apologize for my absence." Severus says.

"Oh, not at all, Professor Snape." She says. Once Severus was close enough, she whispered, "is she ok? What happened?"

"She was poisoned." The old woman gasps.

"Something meant for Draco." Luckily, the blonde was sitting front row with an empty chair next to him meant for his girlfriend.

"Mr. Malfoy, who would ever want to do something like that to you!?" She asks. Draco pursues his lips.

"Honestly professor... There's too many people to count." Draco answers. Severus scoffs.

"You wouldn't happen to still have the cupcake would you?" Severus asks. Draco nods.

"She only ate half of it."

"During your free period, bring it to me."

After some experiments and research, Severus concludee the cupcake was poisoned with a potion that causes the victim to be violently sick for an extended period of time. The ingredients to make this potion were not common. Severus decided to check his apothecary to see if anything was stolen.

His hunch was correct. The two rarest ingredients for the potion were less than full. But now, how does he find out who did it?

"Do you remember a student passing through with this green box?" Severus asks the living portrait for the Slytherin house, Klaus Gilberton. He looks at it.

"I believe it was...Theodore Nott." Severus clenched his jaw at the name. He knew Theo was part of Dracos inner circle. Why would he want to poison his own friend? That's when it hit the professor. Her over hears some ravenclaws gossiping one day in study hall that Theo had the biggest crush on Serendipity. That why he always hung around them.

"Thank you, Gilberton." Seveeus mutter before turning away. But he stops at the sound of his first name.

"Is there anything happening that I should know about?" The painting asked. Severus turns back around.

"There's going to be one less Slytherin in this house."

Severus acquired Dumbledore in order to have the authority to pull Theodore Nott out of class. "Madame Pomfrey told me your conclusions." He stated. The two rushed to Professor McGonagalls class

"Twice in one day, Professor? Keep this up and the students will start talking." Minerva jokes. All the students laugh.

"Mr. Nott...a word." Severus tried his hardest not to use an unforgivable spell on the student. Theo slowly and reluctantly stood up.

"You too Mr. Malfoy." Dumbledore adds. The blonde stood up faster than his friend. The two boys walked over to the teachers.

"Mr. Nott, I'm afraid I gave from terrible news-"

"You're expelled!" Severus beat his boss to breaking the news. Albus glares at Severus. Both boys looked wide eyed.

"Wait-...Are you saying he-" Draco cut himself off while turning to his friend. Theo looks back at him. "You BASTARD!" Draco shoves the boy. "You poisoned my girlfriend!" He shouts, continued to shove Theo harshly. Theo shoves back. Albus and Severus ate quick to remove the boys off each other.

"The poison wasn't meant for her it was meant for you!" Theo argues while being restrained by Dumbledore.

"Why the bloody hell would you try to poison me!?" Draco asked. As soon as the question left his mouth, the answer arrived to his head. He shoves Snape off and pulls out his wand, aiming it at Theos head. "You think she-" Severus was quick to snatching the wand out of his grasp. "Would ever get with the likes of you!? You keniving little-"

"Mr. Malfoy!" Albus stops the boy from saying more.

"If she found you gross, disgusting, downright repulsive? Yeah! She'd have no choice than to run to me." Theo answers his own question. Fraco goes to punch him but is restrained once more by his girlfriends father who is surpringly quite strong.

"Theodore Nott you are hereby expelled from Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for magic with malicious intent on a fellow student outside of a learning environment." Dumbledore announced. His words sweetly rang in his ear. What made it better was the way Theos face fell. Dumbledore let go of him. Snape didn't let go of Draco as a precaution. "Pack you things. You're leaving at first light tomorrow." Theo glared at Draco before turning a striding away. Snape finally let's go of the blonde.

"I should kill him." He growls while picking up his wand.

"Not only would you be expelled, you'd risk getting sent to Azkaban." Dumbledore warns.

"Come, Draco." Severus demands, walking away. Draco silently follows him.

Severus led him to the hospital wing. Draco rush to push open the doors and enter. Madame Pomfrey was leaning over to check on Serena. The girl was sleeping on her side. Draco strides over. The head nurse places her index finger to her lips. "She just fell back asleep." She whispers. Draco ghosts his fingers over her shoulder and back. She was terribly warm.

"She's burning up." Draco mutters to Snape.

"Side effect of the potion I gave her. Fever." He explains quietly.

"Professor?" Pomfrey rasps. Snape looks at her. She nods her head to the side as a silent invitation to walk away. While the adults do that, Draco softly sits on the edge of the bed, watching over his girlfriend.

"First, Malfoy is welcome to stay until supper-"

"He shall go to his last class but continue."

"I think your daughter will be better by the morning. She won't have fully recovered but we'll enough to get out of here and go to class." She updates.

"Thank you, Madame Pomfrey." Snape walks back over to his daughter. She was still asleep. He placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Madame Pomfrey said we aren't to wake her." Draco reminded him.

"Indeed she did." Was all Snape said before casting surgit through his fingers. Serena wakes with a deep breath.

"Serena." Draco softly calls. The girl turns her body to see her boyfriend looking down at her, then see her father. Serena slowly sat up in bed.

"How do you feel?" Severus asks. The girl bends her knees so she may rest her head on them.

"Terrible." She answers. Severus placed his hand on her back. Draco gingerly places his fingers on her shin. "You'll be better soon enough. But Madame Promfrey is keeping you here overnight." Draco explains. Serena gives a slow head nod.

[dhr-ao3]

lay me gently (when my time comes)

lay me gently (when my time comes) https://ift.tt/sFkHp1Z by EnnArr Hermione was kneeling between the Dark Lord’s legs, arms crossed over his knees, as he sat on his throne. She looked at him with her big brown eyes, shining with a wet sheen, plump lips painted in a deep red. Weak. Vulnerable. Fucking beautiful.   When Voldemort dropped his heavy hand on top of her curly hair, she fluttered her eyes closed, her lips parting. Draco’s stomach drop. Draco Malfoy joins the Order five years after the Battle of Hogwarts, tasked with an impossible mission to prove his worth and secure their trust: rescue Hermione Granger from the Dark Lord’s hold. It’s a hopeless endeavor, and it’s not something worth to consider. After all, he knows what they’d done to her—they broke her. But Draco is determined to end this war even if it meant saving the broken girl he once tormented and wished for dead half of his life. Words: 2124, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Theodore Nott, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Voldemort Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Battle of Hogwarts AU, BAMF Hermione Granger, Feral Hermione Granger, Unhinged Hermione Granger, Wandless Magic, Nonverbal Magic, Dark Hermione Granger, BAMF Draco Malfoy, Potionsmaster Draco Malfoy, Poison Master Draco Malfoy, Slavery, Kidnapping, Implied Rape/Nonconsensual Sex, Torture, Protective Draco Malfoy, Horcruxes, Researcher Hermione Granger, Pining Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy Redemption, Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Murder, Poisoning, Unreliable Narrator, Betrayal, Rescue, Escape, Angst, Romance, Hermione is sexy af, Draco Malfoy is a Simp, Sassy Draco Malfoy, Enemies to Lovers, Slow Burn, Morbid Humor, Hermione Granger is Bad at Feelings, Hermione Granger Needs a Hug, Manipulative Hermione Granger, Possessive Draco Malfoy, he’s a slut your honor, but she’s sluttier and he loves it, Overpowered Hermione Granger, Foxy Hermione Granger, Drama, Friendship, Sexual Tension, Occlumency & Legilimency, Manipulative Draco Malfoy, Wards, Violence via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/ZvkEiL4 November 16, 2024 at 01:45PM

[mjadedaring]

Takes place on the eve of Draco's and Astoria’s wedding. Preview of this new idea for a Dramione WIP swirling in my head...

“Why do you want to marry me?”

Draco Malfoy was staring at a dying flame at the hearth of the fireplace in his mid-century modern decorated living room holding a glass of Muggle bourbon filled to the brim. At first, he barely heard her.

“What?”

“Why do you want to marry me?”

There was no change to her volume, tone, or inflection of her question, but the words finally registered to Draco despite his alcohol-induced haze. He had not even heard her enter his home, but he turned to find his fiancée, Astoria Greengrass, leaning on the doorway that led to the foyer. She was wearing a hooded cloak over slate blue dress robes with her dark hair in low chignon at the nape of her neck, looking back at him with an unreadable expression on her face. In fact, she was practically stoic.

“What do you mean why do I want to marry you?”

“It’s a perfectly simple question, Draco,” Astoria replied, her expression still indecipherable.

Draco turned away, just wanting to get back to studying the fire fizzle out and downing glass upon glass of the bronze liquid as fast as possible. He didn't have the time nor the energy for this. However, his fiancée made no move to leave and remained standing in his doorway, her face impassive, yet expecting him to respond.

That was new. She usually left immediately when he refused to engage in conversation or dismissed her by turning his back towards her…but this time, he continued to feel her eyes on him. He cursed inwardly.

“You are seriously asking me this now?” Draco said irritated, turning to her once again and setting his drink down onto a console table situated by a velvet sectional. “On the eve of our wedding?”

Astoria went from leaning to standing straight and took a step towards him.

“Yes, Draco, now."

Almost immediately, the stoicity of her features dropped. 

Her eyebrows knitted together and Draco inwardly winced at the sudden sharpness of her voice.

“Because for the past six months, you have spent every damn night gazing at a fire until it dies out, despite the fact that you can reignite it with a flick of your wand." She brandished her own and nonverbally cast Incendio towards the fireplace. The flames came roaring back to life. Draco bristled, but she wasn’t done.

“You constantly drown yourself in Muggle liquor because for some reason Blishen’s Firewhisky doesn’t cut it anymore!” She sighed heavily. “The rest of the time you’re like a ghost. You repeatedly ignore owls from Theo, Blaise, Pansy, and even your mother. You lock yourself in your townhouse for hours and when you do show up…you’re never really there. Your mind is always somewhere far away. I can’t watch you do this yourself another night. And goddamn you, I deserve a solid answer!”

“Because I bloody well wanted to! That’s why!” Draco yelled at her. “For Merlin’s sake – Astoria, you got your answer. Now, please leave me the hell alone!”

“Don’t talk to me like that,” Astoria snapped back. “And don’t insult my intelligence. We both know you didn’t want this. You again thought you had no choice so you did what your parents and what my family wanted… I was just stupid enough then to go along with it.”

She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. Draco had denied it many times but she knew he had grown to resent her, whether consciously or subconsciously, because of the situation they were in. This whole mess had put a strain on their friendship. No matter how many times she had tried to show him she was on his side, his frustration always made him feel the need to attack.

“You’re one of my best friends, Draco,” Astoria said finally. “But we don’t feel  – not for each other anyway. Not in the way that we needed to.”

“This is total bollocks,” Draco said to himself angrily. He made a motion to dismiss her. “And you’re being utterly ridiculous –”

“Do you love me?”

If anything could make Draco stone-cold sober for even just a moment, it was that question. He looked up at her to make out if she was serious as the dancing flames continued to cast shadows on her face.

She had never asked him that question before and they never discussed love; much less shared any enamored feelings for each other, despite being close friends. It just wasn’t an important nor a pertinent subject for either of their families. Whether it was clearly expressed or just implicit, they knew love, romantic love in particular, was never a significant part of the equation to gaining approval from the Malfoys and Greengrasses.

“W-what?” Draco sputtered.

“Let me rephrase. Do you actually want to spend the rest of your life with me?” Astoria said. “It’s another simple question, Draco.”

Draco ran an irate hand through his hair. A simple question? A simply loaded one at that, he was certain.

“I honestly don’t know where this is coming from, Astoria, and why, of all times, tonight,” Draco said exasperatedly. “Why would you think otherwise?”

“Because I’m not her,” She said simply.

[fivenightslaughter]

Wicked Serpentine (Part 7)

pairing: draco malfoy x femravenclaw!oc summary: slowburn enemies to lovers fic, a TON of parts. (continued after ... 3 years..) i'm back lol)

general fic warnings: blood purism, bullying, swearing, descriptive physical danger, violence. Awful Draco

taglist: @gloryekaterina

taglist: let me know if you’re interested in being added!

The class had gone by rather quickly, my mind quickly diving into the work at hand. I very easily learned how to hold my wand and use it from Professor Flitwick. Not that it was relevant to the nonverbal spells we’d be learning, but he was kind enough to teach me regardless.

It was easy to talk to Flitwick considering he seemed to have an unquellable interest in the muggle world. He wanted to know what it was like to be unaware of magic for so long. I wasn’t sure if it was common knowledge among all my professors that I was an absolutely green witch, but I was glad I didn’t have to explain.

Instead, I was free to banter with him, speaking of food and music and dastardly chores from back home. He seemed particularly interested in music and we dove down a path of pop and the multitude of different artists that existed in the muggle world.

It was nice to get lost in that little world for a while before the clock chimed again, signalling for students to head to the dining hall.

At least this time, I’d be able to follow anyone here to the Great Hall and wouldn’t have to rely on… I stopped myself. I attempted to gloss over the way here in my head, deciding it was something to think about later. Or never.

Arriving, I was a bit bothered I didn’t see Cho anywhere. Nor could my eyes seek out a fizzly blonde with weird glasses perched atop her head. I only had seconds left before the bodies strolling by me would thin out and I’d be left alone and pitiful looking.

As if noticing my predicament, I recognized a voice calling my name. My eyes darted to the source and released a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. It was Harry. He was seated across from Ron, who sat next to a brown-haired girl I recognized as his partner from Potions.

I steadily walked over, finding a space next to Harry. The girl was nose deep in a book, leading me to double check the color of her school tie. How interesting.

Harry noticed my curiosity towards her and let a small laugh escape him.

“That’s Hermione. It’s a wonder she isn’t in your house.”

Her head darted up, glaring at him. She picked food off of her plate and took a few bites before responding.

“No it’s not, you’re just being rude.” She stated plainly.

She couldn’t help a smile from crossing her face as she rolled her eyes, finally looking over at me. She sat her book down in her lap and stretched her hand across the table to shake mine.

“Hermione Granger. Pleasure to meet you.”

I took her hand, feeling ease wash over me. She seemed sweet and genuine, the same as the two other Gryffindor’s I’d met so far. Maybe this house was tolerable. Or at least, she was.

“Eris Woodwork. The pleasure’s mine.” I managed, trying to copy the same warmth they had when they talked to people.

I heard Ron stifle a laugh and both Hermione and I turned questioningly. Harry seemed equally as amused, his elbows propped on the table with a fork paused in his hand as he turned to Ron.

“It’s… It’s like she’s multiplying! Blimey mate, it’s a bookworm invasion!” He exclaimed, a mock grief painting his face. Hermione elbowed him again as Harry pressed his knuckles against his own lips, hiding a smile.

She looked back down at her book and a half-smile ghosted her face.

“If you keep mucking about, your food will turn cold.” She spoke matter-of-factly.

I watched Ron’s eyes widen and his mouth open and close like a fish before he nodded and began digging into his plate like no tomorrow. It was quite an odd sight and I found it hard to tear my eyes away until Harry spoke.

“So Eris, are you enjoying Hogwarts so far? Sorry if Ron and I distracted you in Potions. I swear it won’t happen again.” His last note was tinged with a bit of shame and I met his eyes. I wasn’t expecting an apology but it was rather pleasant.

“It’s fine, really-”

Ron cut me off with his mouth full of food, his words muffled by what looked like mashed potatoes.

“It’sf…” He paused and chewed, shoveling more food in his mouth. “...all tha’ bloody nonce Malfoy’s fault,” was all I understood as he griped, the rest more nonsense than the first part. I felt myself visibly stiffen at the name.

Hermione exasperatedly slammed her book closed and pursed her lips, turning to Ron.

“No one can understand a bloody word from your mouth, you’re the nonce.”

He turned to her and pointed a finger at her, swallowing his latest bite.

“You understood the word nonce!”

She pinched the bridge of her nose and they bickered back and forth long enough for me to tune it into the rest of the Hall’s loud conversations. I began to zone out as I ate and Harry turned to face me in his seat in an attempt to continue the conversation Ron had cut through.

“Sorry again, he’s a bit loud.” He shrugged.

I nodded. I could tell that at least. I decided to pick through what I should tell him without saying too much. Finally, I decided to just remark on the school.

“I love it here so far, the school itself is just gorgeous.” I felt like a bit ingenuine choosing that reply, but thankfully Harry hadn’t noticed.

“Oh yeah, it really is.” He seemed to glance up at the windows and scan his eyes over the tables, his eyes halting harshly in one spot. I followed his gaze and my limbs locked.

He was staring directly at a particular blond-haired boy, who was laughing and smirking across the hall as if he’d just done the most dastardly thing. I could see a glint of hostility in Harry’s eyes and almost as if he felt the glare, Malfoy looked up.

His eyes met Harry’s and I could swear I felt immediate unease just being next to the recipient of his leering. It looked like nothing short of a distraction could break their ogling deathmatch, so I gently tapped his shoulder.

“Harry?”

He head snapped back to me, a tension inside him visibly dissolving. Malfoy’s eyes met mine and I watched his lips press into a tight line.

I broke first, facing Harry. Shooting a short, questioning glance at me, he forked his food into his mouth.

“Yeah?” He answered

I shrugged, mirroring him and eating my food.

“Food’s good too.” I offered as my second observation, answering his question about my enjoyment of Hogwarts.

He nodded, agreeing.

Within the next couple minutes, he and Ron were conversing again as if nothing had happened. I didn’t move to include myself and I wasn’t mentioned again, but I was glad for that.

I was just satisfied I’d had somewhere to sit and eat.

After a bit, I noticed people finishing up. A few people left and I poked and prodded at bits left on my plate. Due to my unusually formatted schedule, I didn’t have another class today. I assumed this was to allow me to digest what I’d learned and possibly practice and catch up to the best of my abilities.

I moved to the side as I noticed the three I’d sat down with preparing to leave. I attempted to catch Hermione’s attention as she got up, as I’m sure she could answer a question dancing on my tongue.

“Hermione, you know where the library is, right? Any chance you could spot me some directions from here before you go?” I lifted out of my seat, pulling parchment out of my bag in case she needed to write it down or something rather. It’d be smart to have a damn map to my destinations.

Her eyes twinkled and she motioned for my paper, plucking a quill and sitting back down momentarily with it. She scribbled lines marking the halls and wrote lefts and rights, even labelling doors I’d pass to get there. She seemed to mark a couple other directions and I raised my eyebrows as I glanced around the dining hall. It took a bit longer than I’d expected.

Folding it in four and passing it back, she hesitated for a second.

“There’s a main library that Madam Pince oversees, but if you’d like somewhere more secluded… I added some other spots. But please, be careful. This school can be treacherous.”

I nodded, curious as to what she could have simultaneously added and needed to warn me about. She stood back up from her seat and waved goodbye, exiting. Ron had barely noticed and scrambled after her and Harry placed a hand on my shoulder.

“Sit with us any time. You’re welcome over here, alright?” He grinned, taking off in the same direction as his friends.

I maneuvered my legs to the other side of the table bench I’d eaten at, now facing outwards. I watched as people spilled out of the hall on their own time, my elbows pressing into my knees and my head resting in my hands. Some people still sat in conversation, but after a good five minutes, the clock tower chimed, bringing them to their feet.

I wasn’t going to stay behind in an empty dining hall, but I had to examine this map before I could leave. I turned back to face the table, smoothing the parchment out.

Christ, she got detailed with this, didn’t she? There were lines and labels leading me to the library and to Potions, which I was thankful for. There were other directions the lines branched out in and it was almost confusing.

The library, the ‘Room of Requirement’, and the ‘Dungeons’ were listed, detailed directions to all of them. My eyebrows shot up and I tried to keep an incredulous laugh down. Fucking dungeons? I guess I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a castle.

I wasn’t sure which one scared me more. She had included a tidbit about how the Room of Requirement would appear and contain anything the person who needed it may require. I didn’t trust in my magical skills or intuition enough to wander to a magical room, but now she had intrigued me to go somewhere that wasn’t the normal library.

I noticed a shadow cast on the table as I analyzed the map and didn’t think much of it. Not until I remembered the Great Hall had mostly filed out and I should be alone. My breath hitched and I had to clear my throat to hide a cough.

The shadow spoke and I cringed at the voice, not wanting to turn around.

“If you’re headed to the dungeons, I hope something eats you down there.”

My nostrils flared. Normal library with Madam Pince it was, then. I folded the map and pretended to look for a book in my bag. Frustratingly, ignoring him didn’t make him leave.

What did he want? Why was he near me?

Giving up, I turned and tried my hardest not to look at his face. I was just going to try and leave to the stupid library. I started to stand and I watched as his hand came down on my right shoulder, pushing me back down to the seat.

I finally met his eyes. They weren’t smoldering like they had been earlier, but they were filled with something I didn’t recognize. His hand was stone on my shoulder.

“They’ve already got a mudblood in their pathetic little group. You’re not even in their house.” He spat. I wondered for a second if his hate for the three of them outweighed his hatred for me. If this was an insult or thickly disguised advice.

“I didn’t recognize anyone at the Ravenclaw table.” I muttered quietly, looking down at the floor. He removed his hand from my shoulder as if it burned him to touch me.

“I’d pity you if you weren’t a worm in the dirt, Woodwork.” His tone was unreadable.

I felt my shoulders slump. It was still the first day and I was already tired of these interactions.

“Yeah. Dirt on the floor, filthy mudblood, stain of a girl. I think I’ve got it pretty down pat. Thanks.” I sighed heavily, now able to stand.

I didn’t bother to check his face, walking out. Hermione’s directions carried me to the library with ease and I had to figure out to scrub yet another interaction out of my mind on the way there.

I’m at Hogwarts to study and learn magic.

Draco be damned.

[rockingrobin69]

A little self-rec

the lovely @crazybutgood tagged me in a fic author's self-rec game, and, well. I'm going to say this real quick: this month was one of the worst in my life, and I definitely channelled a lot of it into writing. Writing as a distraction, as a coping mechanism, as a means of finding hope, and! I'm happy (and mostly astonished) to say that this October I wrote 40 different stories. That's 57.5k words, 40 different AUs, mostly for flufftober, some for trick or treat, one for unleashed. It's insane and I won't do it again and it might have saved my life.

Of this honestly unbelievable amount, here are five of my personal favourites, each in a slightly different flavour:

🍬 For unbearably sweet: Wildly (900 words), in which Harry dares to dream and Draco will give him the world

🫳 For gentle d/s dynamic: Disastrous (700 words), office AU with a dom-ish Draco and a sub-ish Harry

🌟 For favourite AU: Trying (900 words), where Harry learns BSL and pines for nonverbal Draco

🌇 For slice of life: 17:52 (600 words) about how things just, work

👅 For just really fucking hot: Wet Wet Wet (877 words), where Draco pines into incoherency and then, well, gets some

💖 Plus, bonus: for literally the softest story I've ever written, Of Magical Beings Being - Magic (30,000), where Draco is a beings specialist, the pining is unreal, and fluffy not-dogs may or may not bear the name of a well-known cartoon.

Friends, it's been an honour and a continuous joy to do flufftober and trick-or-treating and unleashed with you. I'm not joking when I say your comments, likes, kudos, and reblogs gave me a whole heap of much-needed strength, and I thank you most deeply and profoundly for being here.

If you made it this far, you are hereby tagged.

[iamnmbr3]

in book 4 when draco attacks harry from behind i wonder if his spell missed harry by mistake or if it grazed harry's face as a warning and he didn't actually mean to hit him. also shoutout to draco to being able to cast nonverbally in book 4.

[signetrings]

HOW DOES DRACO MALFOY HANDLE EMOTIONS?

Bold what usually or often applies. Italicise what sometimes applies. REPOST DON'T REBLOG.

ANGER

jaw clenching, hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts.

JOY

easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy.

SADNESS / CRYING

bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates & processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better.

EMBARRASSMENT

shame, blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self-deprecating humour, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate.

GUILT

avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeking redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others.

tagged by: @potentialbreakupscng tagging: @bornofthedawn @bccksmarts @awynter @epihlogue (harry or luna)

[mxlfoydraco]

serra, i was on twitter and i saw people discussing draco’s marks etc. people say he wasn’t as smart and he was failing his classes. i remember he was second to hermione and smart in general? they also say he was failing his O.W.L. ( or however you spell that ) but honestly it’s been so long since i read the books and i don’t remember these stuff? 😭 do you know anything?

i’m swinging away with a fly swatter what in the hell. draco IS quite smart and capable

he’s a talented duelist from second year (casting a whole ass snake) and can duel nonverbally by sixth, he’s one of the few who got an outstanding in potions owls (evaluted independently) and progressed to dada+transfigurations newts as well

he’s a skilled occlumens against VOLDEMORT which already takes mental willpower on its own, he could cast hermione’s protean charm with the coins (newt level) and fix the vanishing cabinet, he could sustain an unforgivable on madam rosmerta for months

he may be stupid but he’s not dumb

[sailtomarina]

Is that a piercing?

They stumbled into the closet, all roving hands and clashing teeth. The sound of several brooms and buckets crashing to the ground sent them into a fit of giggles.

“A broom closet, really, Malfoy?” Hermione gasped out, as she was maneuvered up against the closed door.

“It was either here or the hallway, so take your pick,” he muttered, lips pressed against her neck as one hand slid down to yank one of her legs up and around his hip.

He pressed her harder against the door, grinding his obvious desire against her own as he trailed kisses across her collarbone. She could feel the pressure of his fingertips digging into her thigh and hoped there’d be marks left to admire later. 

“I suppose this will do,” she teased, her hand dropping to cup him through his trousers.

“This skirt—” The hand on her thigh slid straight under the short hem.

“Your arse—” He maneuvered around to grab the object of his obsession.

“These bloody curls—” With his free hand, he gripped her curls in a fist and sharply pulled her head to the side so he could nip along the skin of her neck.

“What about them?” She continued to taunt him, kneading and rubbing him into a fervor.

“I’m going to take you for the first time in this broom closet and you will beg me for more.” His growl did little to cow her, instead sending flames licking all over her body.

They’d been dancing this little charade for months now. Hermione had noticed the way his pupils dilated and hands clenched whenever she wore her tight skirts and blouses, the fabric stretching and straining to hold her curves. Why trouble herself with traditional witch robes when she could flaunt what she had? She liked what she saw in the mirror, and now she knew he did, too.

It wasn’t much longer after she noticed his attentions that he gradually transitioned to muggle suits from ridiculously exclusive designers. They were cut to fit him to perfection, obviously, outlining his fit figure and leaving little doubt to his formidable…assets.

She could bounce a galleon off that arse, she was sure of it.

Their frequent disagreements took on new complexity, weaving in repressed desires and frustrations. Not a week ago, he’d cornered Hermione in her office and shut her tirade off with a snogging session that lasted the better half of an hour before the alarm rang for their department meeting.

He hated the way she poked him in the chest when they fought. She abhorred his habit of crowding her into the nearest obstacle.

And now here they were, in a Ministry broom closet, devouring one another like it was their last meal on earth, as if they would each find absolution in the undoing of the other.

Draco cast a nonverbal sticking charm to keep her leg wrapped around his waist, earning him a chuckle of appreciation, so he could run his hand up her torso to begin undoing the damnable buttons of her blouse. It was as his palm slid across her pert mounds that he felt it.

A sharp edge where he expected nothing but softness.

He froze in his ascent and pulled away to look at her in shock. “Is that…?”

“What?” She dared to smirk at his expression as if she were the owner of the Malfoy smirk, as if she were the more experienced of them. Her brow raised, daring him to continue.

“Is that a piercing?” He cupped her breast, the telltale shape of a ring pressing against him.

“Why don’t you find out?” Still she defied him, arching her back in insistence.

Hermione Granger had a nipple piercing. Granger, with her tight skirts, her tiny blouses, her ridiculously tall heels, her wild hair, and her swotty mouth perpetually telling him off. How had he never noticed?

“How…” His voice failed him at another squeeze of her hand between his legs.

“How do I hide it?”

He groaned his agreement, shamelessly rutting into her and beginning to run his hand in circular motions.

“I may wear muggle clothing, but I do know how to use charms.” Her amusement bled through, and he wanted to smack his head in response. Of course she used magic to dispel any unwanted lines or creases in her outfits. She wasn’t the Granger of their Hogwarts days who didn’t bother with beauty charms. She was an adult witch who very well might take on the mantle of Minister of Magic someday in the near future.

He captured her lips in another kiss, tongue thrusting in tandem with his hips, fingers returning to their original task with renewed vigor. She tasted of coffee and sweetness and pure, unadulterated demand. She gave as good as she got, nipping at his lips and undoing his belt.

As her blouse fell open and his trousers fell to the ground, he pulled back to see what was hidden beneath.

“Fuck.”

He’d curse himself later for his lack of eloquence. There was no other response at the moment that so accurately portrayed his admiration and need in a single word. He’d found his temple of worship. There was no going back from this, from her. She could demand his fortune, his connections, even his name, and he’d offer them all up to her from a bent knee.

“I changed my mind.”

The shock on her face at his statement should have made him laugh. Her eyebrows drew together, and her mouth dropped open, but before she could rip him apart into verbal tatters, he continued.

“This is going to take far longer than a shag in a broom closet.” He needed her in his home and in his bed. He needed to see her come undone in the safety and privacy of his own wards. She deserved no less.

Her teeth clicked shut. She waved a hand to cancel the sticking charm and stand tall on both heels. Breasts bared and chest jutting proudly forward, she tilted her chin up to stare him straight on.

“Go on, then.”

It took him a moment to realize what it was she expected. He almost laughed at the order, but choked it back as her eyes flashed at the wait.

Draco’s fingers quickly re-buttoned her blouse before he leaned down to yank his bottoms back into place. A short series of spells later and they looked as pristine and unharried as they had at the start of the day. She left the closet first, and he gave her a good five-minute head start before he made his way to the Ministry Floo where she waited.

“I sent in an off-site work order.”

Of course she did. Nobody would question one of her missives, despite the timing. He offered his elbow as they drew up to the fireplace. “Shall we?”

In a flash of green, they were gone. Draco was correct that nobody questioned Granger’s order, nor the extension the day after, or the one after that. It wasn’t until a week later that they both received a request for a status report, penned by Harry Potter himself. He would’ve promptly responded had his hands been free, which they most assuredly were not tied down as they were to his bed posts for the better part of the last couple of hours.

“Now, where were we?”

WC: 1230 Of course Draco bothered with a sticking charm, but not one to silence or lock the room, lol