#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).

[papercorgiworld]

Tutoring first years

The things Theodore Nott does for love.

There was a request to write more about the scenarios from ‘Pansy’s Interrogation I’. This ended up being a lot longer than expected so I thought I would post both stories separately. Hope you like this one. And I hope to finish Mattheo’s tomorrow.

Warning: suggestiveness, not proofread

If you want a little more context, you can read Pansy’s interrogation, but it’s not a must.

The first tutoring class didn’t go as planned. You were helping three kids with transfigurations, Digorry was helping five kids with herbology and Theodore found himself stuck teaching potions to dumb and dumber. When the Ravenclaw first year next to Theo shakes his head after Theo had explained something for the third time, Theo rolls his eyes and sighs.

He mutters something in Italian and lets his eyes wander around the room before returning his attention to the kid next to him. To Theodore’s surprise the kid looks all pouty and tears are welling up. Just great. “Potions is not that difficult, no need to cry about it.” The Ravenclaw sniffs a bit before looking up at Theo. “My mother is Italian, I know you just called me stupid.” Theodore’s eyes almost pop out and he quickly glances over to you, fortunately you haven’t taken notice yet. “Look you’re clearly as bad at Italian as you’re in potions, ‘cause I didn’t say you were stupid.” The other kid sitting at Theodore’s table grimaces, knowing that that was the wrong thing to say.

The Ravenclaw starts sobbing softly and you walk over. “What’s wrong, Alan?” You ask, concerned about what’s going on. Theodore pretends to be sympathetic and equally concerned, but in his mind he’s cursing the kid. Alan, right that’s the crybaby’s name. You better keep your mouth shut. “He called me dumb in Italian and I know because my mom speaks Italian.” Theodore stares daggers at the kid. You nod calmly, but you really don’t know what to say. “Well, I’m sure Theo didn’t mean it that way. Theo, a word please.” Theodore forces a half smile and gets up, but can’t help but whisper with poison in his voice: “Snitch.”.

You walk to the hallway and Theodore closes the door behind him. “You can’t call someone dumb, Theo.” Theodore just rolls his eyes, that dumb Ravenclaw really ruined it for him. “He wasn’t supposed to understand.” A soft smile tugs at your lips at his lame excuse, but you suppress it. “You need to support them, help them gain confidence. It’s not because they’re slow learners that they’re stupid.” You explain. “Yeah, I know, but there’s a difference between being a slow learner and being a little slow.” You smack Theo with the book you were holding. “Auch, woman, no need for that. I promise I’ll keep my mouth shut in every language from now on.” You narrow your eyes at him. “You better.” Theo can’t help but lick his lips as he again sees a smile tug on your lips. You both return to your students and Theodore really gives his all trying to help the kids.

***

Theodore enters the Slytherin common room with an exhausting expression and his friends immediately take notice. “How did professor Nott do? Were the kids paying attention?” Blaise asks with a humored smile plastered on his face. Theodore just sighs. “Apparently, I’m not allowed to call them dumb.” Pansy can’t help but laugh. “Oh, but that just takes the fun out of it.” Mattheo complains. “All this for a girl?” Draco questions with a mocking tone. Theodore eyes shoot up in annoyance at Draco but he ignores him and calmly reaches for his cigarettes, while nudging Mattheo as a nonverbal invitation to head up to the astronomy tower. Theo was not in the mood for more teasing.

***

Theodore takes his seat at the table with dumb and dumber. “See, I’m not stupid.” Alan says with a proud voice as he shows Theodore his latest potions test. Theo carefully examines the paper. “Look at that, not a total knucklehead after all. Let’s review this week’s material four times as well and get another grade like this.” Both kids smile at Theodore’s weird way of complimenting. You can’t help but feel butterflies as you watch Theo work and laugh with the kids.

The feeling is totally mutual, because every time Theodore looks over to you he can’t help but stare and fall in love a little more. It’s even so bad that he’s starting to worry that the two dumbasses next to him might notice. You focussed on teaching the kids to hold their wand properly and make the right movements so they don’t accidentally set something on fire. Suddenly you hear an outburst of giggling coming from Theodore’s table. You look up to see a slightly flustered Theo shushing his table and when he looks up he gives you an awkward smile making you blush.

Now not only his friends are giving Theo a hard time about his crush his students had joined in as well. Theodore almost chased them out when the tutoring hour had passed. “You really seem to get along with them, I’m glad.” You say and Theodore just raises his eyebrows telling you the kids were still a lot of work. He can’t help but stare as a giggle escapes you. When the silence gets a bit weird you decide to thank Theodore. “You really are my hero for doing this. It means a lot to the kids and to me. Honestly, I really didn’t expect you to sign up but I’m glad you did. You do more than just teach, you inspire these kids.” Theo shoves his hands in his pockets and looks down at his feet. He can’t shake the sad feeling that you see him as this nice person who wants to help first years, while his true motives are as selfish as can be. He wants to be honest with you but he knows that no good will come of it. “Yeah, I never expected it to be this valuable. I’m glad I signed up.”

Your paths split when you tell him you have to visit Dumbledore to report about the tutoring project. Theodore quietly walks to the Slytherin common room not looking forward to more teasing. “Well well teach, how did it go?” Draco chimes as soon as he spots Theo, who just rolls his eyes in response. “Did you make a move on her?” Mattheo asks sincerely curious. “No, I was busy with Alan and Shane and she was busy teaching kids proper wand movement.” Mattheo nods, but can’t keep his mind from thinking a little dirty. “Just a little longer of playing tutor and she’ll help you out with wand movement as well.” Mattheo wiggles his eyebrows suggestively and Enzo is the first to laugh at the horrible joke, while Blaise just shakes his head. However, Mattheo’s face goes pale in horror as he sees you enter the common room with wide eyes. You clearly heard him. Mattheo tries to subtly signal Theo to keep his mouth shut and turn around, but Theo doesn’t catch on. “Yeah, nothing’s more sexy than a sweet guy helping out dumb kids. I’m definitely winning her over.”

Mattheo grabs Theo’s arm forcing him to turn around. Suddenly all eyes are on you and give Theo a fake smile. “Real sexy.” Theodore wants to say something, but you won’t let him. “I came to tell you that Dumbledore is awarding each tutor an extra 40 house points for their selfless hard work, enjoy.” You turn on your heels and Theodore just curses himself.

***

The next morning at breakfast Alan and Shane walk up to Theodore with sad faces. “(Y/n) said you won’t be helping us anymore.” Theodore can’t look up to them. It was his fault he hurt you and disappointed his favorite morons. “Why? Are we that hopeless?” One of them asks and Theodore immediately protests. “No, no. Don’t ever think that. Neither of you are geniuses, but you’re far from hopeless. I’m the dumb one. I’m too stupid to be teaching you guys something.” The kids look confused, but nod with pouty faces and leave.

“That’s just sad.” Enzo says, feeling bad for everyone involved. Theodore sighs and searches for your face. By Salazar, how did I get myself in this mess. “Not all hope is lost.” Pansy sighs when she sees everyone depressed about Theo’s situation. In an instant all eyes are on her. “She’s obviously very upset and I think that’s because she’s really disappointed.” So far Theodore found no words of encouragement. “I think she’s so disappointed because she really really liked you. Which means you can still win her back.”

***

You joined Cedric outside on a bench and sighed. “I know we were already short on tutors, but keeping Nott in the project was just wrong.” He gives you a sympathetic smile, but doesn’t say anything. “Look, we will find someone better.” After a moment of silence you speak up again sounding desperate. “Any suggestions? I have no idea who we could ask.” Cedric was about to say something reassuring when he saw Hermoine and Harry walk up to them. “Look, I know I said I didn’t have time, but I’ll make time. I’ll help you with the tutoring project.” Hermoine rants and Harry just nods. “I will help as well.” Luna and two other Ravenclaw join you as well. “Can we still sign up for the tutoring project?” Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you nod and hand them all a flyer with information. “Odd.” Cedric blurs with his face in a frown as he watches everyone walk away after they signed up. You just nod in agreement.

It’s then that you spot Blaise and Enzo walk up to your bench. “We’re here to sign up as tutors.” Okay, now I’m sure. Something’s off. “Why?” You ask, sounding meaner than you intended and making Cedric give you a disapproving look. “Because being a first year is scary, you learn so much and it’s overwhelming. I want to inspire them to continue learning and see the fun in it.” You frown a little surprised by Enzo’s argument, but you hand him the flyer anyway. Next your eyes land on Blaise who takes a deep breath. “Tutoring is a great opportunity to work on social skills by learning to encourage young minds. It also looks good on your resume.” You can’t help but laugh at his monotonous voice. “Did Theo put you up this?” You ask and Enzo gives you an awkward smile.

“He knows you’re short on tutors so he spent his day recruiting tutors for you.” You roll your eyes and huff. When you get up Cedric grabs your wrist and forces you to sit back down. “Hear them out. Nott is a slow learner, but that doesn't mean you should give up on him for doing one dumb thing.” Enzo nods. “He really cares about your project, even if it’s just because it’s ‘your’ project. He wants to help.” You feel the butterflies return, but it’s Blaise’s argument that convinces you to forgive Theo. “Honestly, is it that bad of a thing that the guy tried to impress you by helping others? Looks more like a win win to me.” You can’t help but smile. Maybe it really isn’t that bad.

***

As you approached the quidditch stadium you could already spot Theodore flying thanks to his messy hair. Your hand reaches up to your cheek as you feel yourself heat up. How did that idiot get you feeling like this by just being nearby? When you enter the stadium Draco is the first one to see you and he yells at Theo, who immediately flies down to meet you.

“Hey.” You can’t help but giggle at his meek voice, making him feel a little embarrassed. You take a few steps towards him. “I have enough tutors for every student now.” He smiles content at the good news. “Except for one student, Alan, so I was hoping you would come back. He’s rather fond of you.” Theodore shakes his head in agreement as he closes the last bit of distance between you two. “I would like that. I was missing the little bugger already.”

“And I also wanted to ask you for a favor.” You ask and lick your lips, making Theo’s mind go crazy with anticipation. “Anything.” He curses himself internally for sounding like a simp. “Would you mind tutoring me as well?” Theodore’s eyes drown in yours. “Definitely, what class?” You lean into him and let your hand wander over his chest, slowly making its way down. “Just something extra curricular.” Your hand rubs his crotch, earning you a soft sound from Theodore as his eyes fill with lust. At your touch his brain shuts down. “Of course, it’s very important to stay underneath- I mean on top of extra curricular activities. Both are fine really.” You can’t help but smirk a little as you notice how easily his brain got fried under your touch. “Later.” You say and turn around with a cheeky smile. Theodore swallows and tries to regain composure.

”Smooth.” Theodore rolls his eyes as he turns around to spot a smirking Mattheo and laughing Draco.

Bonus: Theo simping for you

“Of course, it’s very important to stay underneath- I mean on top of extra curricular activities. Both are fine really.”

His mind is all about those extra curricular activities.

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[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

[jomiddlemarch]

they two play out the game 

“Be honest—”

“What do you want me to say, Hermione? That I fell in love with you at school, when you loathed me, when you loathed me because I made you feel that way because I couldn’t bear your pity or worse, being beneath your notice, a shrug of your shoulders, an eyeroll? That the Amortentia I brewed in Potions smelled like ink and rose geranium soap and the bloody catnip you must have grown for your Kneazle in the greenhouses because you never would have nicked it from Sprout? That I envied Weasley for his family loving him and welcoming you, when my father wanted you dead and my mother refused to remember your name?”

Draco paused, lifted a hand from where he’d been gripping the railing and loosened his tie. It was dark blue, because they were no longer children, defined by Houses. He wore his robes open, like an Oxford don, and she could see the suit he wore was Savile Row, not Wizard-tailored. His brogues were polished to a shine short of a House-elf’s efforts.

“Should I tell you I’ve dreamt of you for years, in that periwinkle petal dress and on my ballroom floor, screaming for mercy, and in bookshops, in teashops, in the pub, laughing, smiling at Potter and Longbottom, making a face when you take a sip of your bitter? In the Wizengamot, at my trial, like a Fury. At all the other trials, demolishing their smug assurance, making them cower, making them see? Do you want me to explain how I told Astoria we would marry but I’d never be able to love her and she told me she already knew it, that she understood everything and that if I didn’t mind too much, she supposed we’d do well enough together? You want to hear how when my son was born, I wanted to Owl you, before anyone else, even though you’d have been baffled to receive any message from me, would have probably thought it was a prank from George Weasley, an overture to return to the Weasley bosom after you and Ron ended it ostensibly amicably, except that you’d left England and hadn’t been back in six years for more than a fortnight?”

He took a step nearer and Hermione resisted the urge to fold her arms across her chest or draw her robes closer in some nonverbal attempt at protection. He’d grown taller after the War ended and she hadn’t, not a whit, probably stunted by the stress and starvation of the Horcrux hunt, but he was still a few steps below her on the stairs, so he continued to look up at her, a supplicant. He was still giving her that power, that dominance over him which she hadn’t believed when he’d offered it earlier in words alone.

“Shall I tell you how I followed your career, the papers you wrote, the conferences you attended, collecting clippings like a lovesick groupie with his favorite Quidditch team? How I heard your voice when I taught Scorpius his first spells? How I told him the brightest witch I’d ever known was Sorted into Gryffindor and he was confused because his mother had been a Ravenclaw? How my wife fell in love with my best friend and I didn’t care, or rather, I was happy for her because Theo loved her back and it was nothing for me to look away and let them have the time they could? How I thought if you knew, you’d perhaps admire me for once, for not being selfish, for making some sacrifice, except that you’d be wrong, it wasn’t a sacrifice at all, not when I cared about them both in one way and not at all in another? You want to hear how I thought I’d seen you—at the train station and in the City, in the Prophet, your hair braided, that streak of white like a halo, like a queen’s ivory filet, your eyes, sweet Nimue, your eyes, Hermione—”

“I’m not a saint,” she put in.

He climbed another stair and now he looked directly at her. She could rest her hands on his shoulders if she wanted. She could raise a hand and stroke his cheek, graze the steel temple of his spectacles, the silver hair at above his ears. 

“I know. And I know why you don’t wear a glamour or charm your hair the color it was when we were young. You want me to tell you how my wife died and I wanted you to comfort me? To come to her funeral and hold my hand, to wear the veil for her and to let me fold it back over your head to face the truth? How I wanted you in my bed, fresh from your bath, in a nightdress you’d let me ruck up to your waist, naked beneath me, your skin like silk, arching up into my hands, gasping, laughing when I accidentally tickled your waist. Crying out when you felt my mouth on your breasts, suckling, when you felt my cock hard between your thighs, when I begged you? When I told you to spread your legs, love, when I praised you for being so good, my beautiful, darling, delicious witch I wanted to fuck all night, that there was no one else, there never had been, there never would be, only you, my darling with your dark eyes and your brilliant mind and your magic, your heart, your cunt—You want me to say that I love you, that I’ve loved you to the best of my ability for the best part of my life and that I don’t want you to go, not now, not ever, but I know that’s not up to me?”

There was a slight flush in his cheeks, a gleam in his grey eyes that might be tears, but his voice was steady, restrained, and there was space between them yet that she knew he would not breach. She used the effort required to cast tandem wandless in a duel to the death, more than she’d used when she was eighteen and expected to save the world.

“If it’s the truth—” she said.

“It’s the truth,” he answered. “There’s more, I suppose, but it’s much the same.”

“Then it’s what I asked for,” she said. She closed her eyes for a moment, part of her sure he would not be there when she looked again, a dream, a vision she’d conjured, Nimue and Merlin both, trapped within her desires while the world lived and grew around her. She opened her eyes and there he was, waiting. There was a shadow in his gaze, the expectation of rejection, abandonment. He was not a man accustomed to hope. She’d asked, though, and he’d answered.

“I’ve learned, as I’ve grown older, that I can’t hope for the best. Settle for what I’m given. I must take what I want, with both hands,” she said and reached over, up a little, to cup his face with her palms, her fingers touching the ends of his hair at the nape of his neck. He was very still, almost rigid, and she felt a frisson of fear, of being deceived, denied. 

“With both hands,” she repeated a little hesitantly. “Unless, you don’t, after all—Scorpius will not, and you have to put him first, of course—”

“I do,” Draco, beginning to smile. “And I was told not to come home without you, though Scorpius is willing to take my word for your arrival. He’s not waiting there for us.”

“No?” Hermione said, feeling terribly warm, terribly, wonderfully desired. Needed. Accepted.

“No, I shall have you all to myself,” he said. He finally put his arms around her, very carefully as they were still on a staircase and perhaps he was a little unsteady now. “D’you suppose, before we go, I might kiss you?”

“Here? Where anyone might see?” Hermione asked, though the hallway had been deserted for the past hour and the charm on the wall sconces needed to be recast. Though she had let herself look at his mouth, the curve of his lips. Let herself admit her own appetite had gone beyond any curious hunger, to craving, the sweet she had been forbidden for so long.

“Yes. Be honest, would that bother you?” he said.

“Do you think I will say it would? Do you expect me to tell you no when I’ve just said you’re what I want? All that I want?” she said, echoing him. Making him grin, a hint of the smirk she first remembered seeing on his face as a young boy, now subsumed into such tenderness she felt nearly overwhelmed.

“Is it the truth?” he said.

“Yes,” she said and then she didn’t say anything else because they were beyond needing any other word than “Home—” the Side-along as easy as a breath, as waking from a dream into the day.

They named their first daughter Verity, explaining it was a family name.

[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

[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.

[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.

[papercorgiworld]

“I dare you to steal his clothes”

Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle

Your friend dares you to steal his clothes while he’s in the shower, obviously things don’t go as planned…

Warning: smut, making out and the guys are naked

Some of you asked for Draco and Tom, I’m sorry it took me a while, but here you go. First time writing for Tom so I hope it’s okay. For Mattheo, Theo, Blaise and Enzo: click here

You were sitting in the slytherin common room. It was late and the party was dying down but your friends refused to go to their dorms.

“Truth or dare?” Your best friend asks as they try to focus on you but they’re clearly too drunk to manage that.

“Dare.”

Your friend tries to get their brain to come up with a good dare, something fun. It is then that they see a certain slytherin holding a towel and heading for the bathroom.

Draco Malfoy

“Really? Malfoy of all people?” You mutter as you reluctantly sneak towards the door of the slytherin boys bathroom. You and him never saw eye to eye, so being dared to steal his clothes was obviously not on top of your bucket list. Though you had to admit that embarrassing him was alway fun. As soon as you enter, you spot several scattered around pieces of clothing and quietly tiptoe to them. When you grab his pants his belt makes a little too much noise.

“(Y/n)?! Is that you?” Draco spots you and instead of moving, your threat response of choice is to freeze and stay crouched down with his pants in your hands. “Of course! Loser by day, weird pervert by night.” Your lips part in shock as he accuses you of being a pervert and you immediately protest. “If I was a pervert I wouldn’t be in here with you, because there’s probably nothing impressive to se-.” But just in that moment Draco fully steps out of the shower. With nothing left to the imagination your eyes widen and your brain shuts down. “Or maybe there is.” You mutter as you tilt your head slightly impressed. “Quit staring!” Draco snares as he searches for his towel. “Quit dangling it in front of me.” Now that Draco has finally found a towel you look away and meet his eyes. You’re surprised to find him blushing. “You’re not supposed to be here. You’ll be in serious trouble when I tell Snape.” He threatens.

“I was dared to do this. Are you really going to snitch on me over a stupid dare.” You roll your eyes. “For once be reasonable, Malfoy.” You complain. “You were dared to do what exactly? Join me in the showers? ‘Cause if that’s the case I won't snitch. I’ll even help.” A flirty smirk tugs on his lips as he walks towards you. You lay a hand on his chest keeping his still wet body at a distance. “No, I’m supposed to steal your clothes.” Draco huffs. “Not happening, darling. I’m not walking out here in nothing but my towel.”

You look him up and down, thinking about his suggestion to join you in the showers. “How about I offer you a deal?” You suggest and Draco just shakes his head. “There’s nothing you can offer me that I don’t already ha-“ you interrupt him and his arrogance immediately falters when he feels you closing in, your fingers tracing over his chest and abdomen. “How about my naked body pressed against yours as hot water tickles on us.” Draco stares deep into your eyes to make sure if you were being serious, because hearing you say this was something out of his fantasies.

While Draco continues staring and starts dreaming of what might happen you hook a finger behind his towel, bringing him back to planet earth. “So?” You ask innocently as if it wasn’t clear to you what he wanted. With a mix of hesitation and gentleness his lips move over yours, waiting for you to deepen it, which you happily do. As soon as he senses the passion in your kiss all doubt leaves him and his hand holds your head in place as he kisses you like it’s a nonverbal declaration of love.

While kissing, you stumble towards the shower and in the process Draco loses his towel, but that’s just all the more convenient. Feeling his hardening member against your thighs sends a wave of pleasure to your core. When a soft whimper rolls off your lips, Draco presses his forehead against yours and admires your face. “So fucking beautiful.” He breathes before kissing you with a loving hunger. With just barely enough self control he helps you take off your clothes before turning on the water.

***

Freshly showered and with a bright smile on your face you join your friends. “I got his clothes.” Luna cheers for you like you’ve won the quidditch cup, but Hermoine just looks at your still wet hair. “Did you shower while you were there?” She finally asks, unable to put the pieces together. However, before you can answer a whistling Draco walks in with just his towel around his waist and Hermoine slowly turns her face to you. What. The. Fuck. didyoujustdo!

Tom Riddle

If it weren’t for the alcohol in your system you would’ve never accepted this dare, Tom was trouble and you knew it, but the alcohol told you that stealing his clothes was easy peasy lemon squeezy. But it really shouldn’t come as a surprise that it wasn’t easy peasy at all, since you couldn’t spot his clothes at all. With the shower still running you decided to take the time to search a little longer. Cursing, you give up and turn around only to see a very naked and very smug looking Tom leaning against the bathroom wall.

“Didn’t find what you were looking for?” How long had he been standing there? “Oh, I’m sorry. I just accidentally walked into the wrong bathroom. Sorry.” You hope your flusteredness about the awkward situation covers up for your horrible lying skills. “Took you a while to figure out you’re in the wrong bathroom.” You nod awkwardly as he shamelessly stares you down, while you do your best to avoid staring at the nude man in front of you. “Yeah, but your nakedness kind of tipped me off.” You gesture to his body like he wasn’t aware of the fact he wasn’t wearing anything. He looks down at himself and you follow, staring a little too long at what’s between his legs. “See anything you like?” He questions amused as you panic and immediately look up at him. “No.” His tongue moves inside his mouth as he wonders what he could do to someone as innocent as you. You try to look away from him, but there’s something in his eyes that lures you back to them.

“That’s the second lie you’ve told me today.” Tom says as he moves towards you and for a moment you forget to breathe. He’s so close to you that you can count the water droplets on his chest. You feel your heart explode with anticipation as he leans in. At the last moment he moves away from your lips to your ear. “Try not to lie a third time.” He whispers and you feel your knees get weak. “Do you want my clothes for your silly dare? Or do you want me to fuck you?” You feel a wave of excitement rush through your body as you see a spark of sweet desire in Tom’s eyes.

“Honestly…” You breathe out clearly under the influence of your hormones. Tom’s eyes are glued to your body, filled with hunger, as he traces every inch of it, longing for you. “Both.” You say, not lying this time. Tom forces a smile as he’s not too pleased with your answer. “Then let me make the choice easy for you.” His harsh tone is the only warning you get before he pushes you against the cold tiles. The kiss is messy but wonderful and your hand finds its way to his hair as he traces sloppy kisses down to your neck. With one rough movement he picks you up and you wrap your legs tightly around him. His hips moving into yours has your panties soaking and he knows it. “Still interested in that game you were playing with your friends?”

“No. I like your game better.” You breathe out, feeling his hand slide up your legs under your skirt. “Good, smart girl.” You throw your head back and Tom pushes your panties to the side, sliding through your folds a few times before pushing in a finger. Your moans quickly fill the room.

***

You join your friends. “Sorry, I got a little distracted.” You try to sound casual but with everyone’s eyes on you you can’t help but get flustered. “Don’t bother lying, we all heard you scream his name over and over again.” Your eyes widen and you chuckle nervously. When Tom walks in, he quickly figures out why you’re all flustered. So he stops by you. “No need to be embarrassed, I loved the sound of your voice.” His suggestive whisper has you biting your lip and squeezing your thighs as your thoughts return to your previous activities. Maybe time to return to your room. Or his?

[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.

[mugglebrn]

@luminescenc1e cont. from here

IT'S NOT AS IF THE ATTENTION HE GARNERS IS NEW. From the very moment he had stepped foot in the Great Hall he had been the name on every girls' lips, his name doodled into many notebooks in feminine loops with floating hearts drawn around it. Even before she'd acknowledged her own attraction to him, she had noticed it, had rolled her eyes and scoffed at the schoolgirl antics, all the while ignoring the brewing jealousy that grew hot in her veins.

Now it had increased tenfold. Hermione is hardly one for public displays of affection, but not being able to lay any kind of public claim to him while watching other girls fuss and fawn over him was infuriating. Even if it's for her own protection as he'd told her countless times, even if he was breaking his own rules by sitting with her as she studied.

Not even the familiar, warm weight of his hand on her thigh is enough to drag her from her ire (which is saying something considering the way her heart races every time he puts his hands on her). "That's different. My friends don't want to shag me," she protests, glaring daggers in the direction of the Slytherin girls so intensely one might think she were trying to nonverbally avada them.

Instead, she goes for something a little different, muttering the incantation beneath her breath and executing the swish of her wand beneath the table. The effect is immediate, loud screeching coming from the girls as a large, hairy spider crawls from beneath the stacks of parchment on the desk in front of them. The girls jump up, clinging to each other and scrambling away from the creepy crawlie. The commotion is plenty enough to gain the attention of Madam Pince and Hermione quickly erases the spider from existence as quickly as she had conjured it, watching as the stern librarian chases the girls out of the library with various hexes for making a ruckus in her sacred space. Satisfied with her work, she looks back at Draco, faux innocence plastered on her face. "There. Much better."

[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.

[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.

[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

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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.