#side pairing: ginny x blaise

[angelfic]

— IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU BABY

pairing: mattheo riddle x nott!reader

summary: you weren't quite used to the attention of other boys, and it seems your brother's best friend isn't too fond of it either

warnings: brother's best friend trope!! swearing, kissing, not much else, very much unedited

author’s note: i don't tend to stray outside of the marauders era characters buuuut i've been a bit obsessed with mattheo and theo recently so this was for my own selfish needs lol as always let me know what you think!!

He had barely looked away from you all evening.

You knew the only reason Mattheo’s eyes had been fixed on you for the entirety of dinner was because of a certain type of attention you had unconsciously garnered on your first day back at school. Particularly male attention. It wasn’t any less disconcerting, however, knowing that your brother’s best friend was prepared to fist fight any potential romantic advances towards you because he was just as protective as your actual older sibling.

Your brother Theodore is no better, a displeased frown appearing every five minutes when he looks over to where you sit at the Gryffindor table.

“Merlin, boys are pathetic,” Ginny mutters, spearing a potato with her fork. “You go away for one summer and come back slightly prettier and they flock to you like bees to honey!” You’re about to weakly protest that she’s exaggerating, but at that exact moment you’re interrupted by a tap on your shoulder.

You slowly turn on the bench, reluctantly lowering your goblet of pumpkin juice to face Michael Corner, a Ravenclaw boy who you’d only ever spoken to when he was going out with Ginny.

“Hi, Michael,” you sigh, offering him a bland smile.

“Hello, Nott,” Michael replies, with what he probably thinks is a winning smile. “Had a good summer? I was just going to ask if you wanted to go on the first Hogsmeade visit of the term with me.”

You stare at him, unblinking. “Er- well, as… nice as that sounds,” you say slowly, not meaning a word. You glance at Ginny as pointedly as you can manage and raise an eyebrow. “I don’t quite relish the idea of going out with my best friend’s ex.”

“Oh! I, erm, I didn’t actually see you there, Ginny,” he stammers, laughing sheepishly. “My mistake.”

“Quite,” Ginny says drily, turning back to her plate of food.

“Well, er, see you later then,” Michael mumbles, nearly tripping over himself as he rushes back to the Ravenclaw table.

You bite your lip to stifle your giggles but it’s not long before you catch Ginny’s eye and the both of you erupt into fits of laughter.

“I can’t believe I ever went out with him,” Ginny groans, wiping her eyes.

“Was he always such a tosser or is that new?” you ask, snorting at the way Ginny scrunches up her face in embarrassment.

You’re still laughing when your eyes happen to pass over the Slytherin table just to focus on Mattheo.

You notice with a jolt that he’s looking at you again. This time, his eyes flick over to the Ravenclaw table for a second where Michael has settled back onto, then back to you and he quirks a brow quizzically.

Frowning, you mouth at him to stop in hopes that he ceases his scrutiny, just for him to roll his eyes and return to whatever one-sided conversation Blaise Zabini was attempting to engage him in. You hope you don’t look as flustered as you feel after realising Mattheo has just witnessed such an embarrassing encounter, but you’ve found over the years that you’re not the best at hiding the effects he has on you. Theo has never mentioned it in front of Mattheo as far as you’re aware, but he definitely hasn’t shied away from teasing you about the childhood crush you have on your brother’s closest friend. Not that you’ve ever admitted it to him anyway, and you’ve gotten a lot better at hiding it since nothing could ever come of it.

“Your brother and Riddle have been looking like they’re ready to halve the male population of Hogwarts since we got on the bloody train,” Ginny says, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Tell me about it,” you sigh, cutting into your carrot a little more viciously than needed. “They keep looking over at our table. I feel like I’m on one of those Muggle reality television programmes Hermione was telling your dad about the other week.”

Arthur Weasley was absolutely transfixed when he was learning about reality television from Hermione during breakfast the week you both stayed at The Burrow, and although you zoned out after his sixteenth question about a singular programme, you feel as though you caught the gist of it.

“Hm,” Ginny agrees, grimacing at the memory. She had nodded off at the table during that conversation and fallen asleep on her slice of toast. “In fairness, that’s not really a new thing.”

“What, being watched by my two guard dogs?” you ask in a mock-serious voice.

“Yeah, but…” Ginny chews thoughtfully for a second before answering. “I’m not just talking about today, or even recently. Your brother mostly minds his own business. I’m talking about Riddle. He’s always looking at you, I noticed it last year. Wherever we are, kind of like he’s checking up on you,” she says like it’s common knowledge, shrugging. “It’s sweet, I guess.”

You blink at her, a little speechless.

“What?” Ginny frowns after a few seconds of your silence. You look at her with raised eyebrows, not really taking her seriously. In your first few years at Hogwarts, you had confided in Ginny regarding your silly, little girl feelings for Mattheo and she would read into every action he took towards you in an attempt to prove he liked you too. Obviously, he saw you as nothing but a younger sister figure and once you grew up a bit, Ginny had let it go too.

Ginny reads your dubious expression now and sets down her knife and fork to cross her arms. “Oh, for heaven’s sake. I’m serious! I’m not just saying it because you were helplessly in love with him until you were, like, fourteen.”

“Shush!” you hiss, thwacking her arm. “Why don’t you just get up on stage with Dumbledore and ask him to include that titbit of information for the entire school to hear in his speech!”

“Good idea,” she says, nodding seriously and starting to get up. You know she’s just teasing, but you start spluttering and frantically grab at her sleeve to sit her back down, causing her to topple onto you slightly. This sets you both off laughing again and you find it hard to stop for the rest of dinner and desert, thankfully staying far away from the topic of Mattheo. You also pointedly avoid looking at him again.

Once dinner is over, you head to the Gryffindor common room with the rest of your house and catch up with everyone for a while. After a couple hours of socialising and fifteen minutes of helping Neville Longbottom search for his pet toad, you head up to your dorm with Ginny and Lena, one of your other dormmates, to unpack.

As soon as you open your luggage, you search for your pyjamas and immediately change out of your robes and into a t-shirt and baggy shorts for comfort. You’re in the middle of unpacking some textbooks when you hear Lena whistle from behind you.

“I do not remember those pyjamas looking like that,” Lena comments, grinning at you. Rolling your eyes, you comply with her request to do a little spin and you can’t help feeling pleased when Lena and Ginny start whooping and hollering. “You’ve always been gorgeous, but you really grew up this summer, huh? Look at those legs!”

“Tell me about it,” Ginny pipes in, flopping down on her bed and abandoning her unpacked suitcase. “She came to stay for a week and Mum looked like she was going to cry every time she saw us. Something about ‘blossoming into young ladies’ or whatever bollocks.”

“You ‘blossomed’ last year,” you point out, and Lena hums in agreement. “I haven’t forgotten how Zacharias Smith fell off his broom trying to wave at you during Quidditch practice.”

Ginny groans and starts ranting about teenage boys again. Lena joins in and starts teasing her about how Harry Potter is the only boy she hasn’t complained about and you’re about to set down your belongings to help Lena dodge the pillows Ginny is throwing at her when a flash of green and silver in your suitcase catches your eye.

“Shite, I have Theo’s uniform,” you huff, grabbing the clothes out of your suitcase and sliding your slippers on. “That means he has mine and I am not dealing with this at seven in the morning. I’m gonna go drop this off, be back in a minute.”

Ginny says goodbye before resuming her pillow attack on Lena as you make your way out of the room and down into the common room. It’s nearly empty, with most people having gone to their rooms to pack and a quick glance at the clock tells you its past curfew. You decide to take the risk since you have a reasonable excuse, but you hope that if you do get caught, it isn’t by Filch or Snape.

By the time you’ve reached the dungeons, you thank Merlin that Theo had the sense to tell you the password for the Slytherin common room before dinner in case of emergency.

“Pureblood,” you mutter, fighting the urge to scoff when the door swings open. You enter the common room and brighten up when you see that the only students still hanging around are Theo and his friends. Your brother seems to have already started unpacking since he’s standing and holding your uniform, presumably about to come and find you. His friends all mumble polite ‘hello’s and he walks up to you with a smile.

“Oh, hey, I was just-” Theo cuts himself off when he properly looks at you and frowns. “Wha- Why are you wearing pyjamas out and about?”

“You’re wearing pyjamas too!” you exclaim, slightly embarrassed that your brother is doing this in front of your friends. They all turn to look at you again, hearing the indignation in Theo’s voice and you notice Mattheo suddenly sits up straighter. Suddenly aware of your bare legs, you tug down the material of your shorts, despite the fact they aren’t even very short to begin with.

“Oi. Stop looking at my sister!”” Theo snaps, glaring at Blaise, Draco, Crabbe and Goyle. You know the only reason they glanced at you in the first place is out of curiosity regarding Theo’s question, but Theo and Mattheo scowl at them all the same and they all start sputtering, Draco in particular when Pansy narrows her eyes at him. Theo sighs at you, quickly exchanging your uniforms. “Just- at least take something to cover up back to your room.”

“I’ll walk her back,” Mattheo says, out of nowhere. He stands up and makes his way over to you, face carefully blank. Theo nods, agreeing quickly before he ruffles your hair goodbye to go and finish packing. You’re too surprised by Mattheo’s offer to protest until you’re already out of the Slytherin common room.

“I don’t need someone to walk me back, you know,” you mumble after a minute of charged silence.

“It was either me or Theo,” he shrugs, completely unapologetic when his mouth quirks up in a smug smile. “And I know you prefer me.”

“You’re both equally annoying,” you say, rolling your eyes, happy that he’s talking to you like normal again. You hated it whenever Mattheo was serious – it was rarely ever towards you and you much preferred when his whole face lit up with a smile. He begins to tease you about your bunny rabbit slippers and you’re in the middle of pretending to be irked when you both run into Ernie Macmillan, a Hufflepuff prefect doing patrol duties.

“Hey,” Ernie offers you a friendly smile and gives Mattheo a brief, slightly nervous glance. While you prefer not to get into trouble for breaking curfew, Mattheo clearly couldn’t care less and his relaxed, yet intimidating stance must be off-putting to Ernie. Thankfully, you’re on friendly terms with the Hufflepuff and you give him an even brighter smile to make up for it, to which he beams at. “How was your summer?”

“Good, yeah! Erm, listen Ernie. We didn’t mean to be out at this time, it’s just that I accidentally had my brother’s uniform and needed to-”

“Oh, forget it. Don’t worry, I won’t dock you any points,” Ernie reassures you, waving off your excuses and you instantly relax. Ernie gives Mattheo another unsure glance before leaning in the tiniest bit closer to you. You try not to pay attention to how Ernie has been glancing at your legs and how Mattheo tenses up when Ernie starts speaking again. “I was actually wondering if you were available next weekend…?”

Ernie trails off when you don’t show any indication of replying straight away and you snap out of your surprise to say something, but Mattheo beats you to it.

“She’s busy then,” he says coldly, working his jaw. “Now, if you don’t mind, it’s late. Kindly get lost.”

“Wha- Matt!” you hiss, smacking his chest to which he barely flinches, nor does he look at all apologetic. “Ernie, I-”

“Never mind,” he says quickly, seemingly eager to just leave. “I’ll, er, see you later.”

You stand frozen in shock while Ernie rushes down the corridor and turns the corner, leaving you and Mattheo alone. Turning slowly, you look at him with barely contained anger.

“Why the hell did you do that?” you demand, voice sharp as nails. If it weren’t past curfew and you weren’t in the middle of a school corridor, you would most definitely be yelling. Mattheo stands with his hands in his pockets, clenching his jaw and his silence makes you even angrier. You accepted long ago that you’d never have a chance with him, but now he was getting in the way of you having a chance with anyone. It was completely unfair. “What if I actually wanted to go out with him?!”

Mattheo scowls at this, but his impossibly dark brown eyes flash with a hint of uncertainty. “Did you?”

“What?” you ask, impatient.

“Did you want to go out with him?” he says, voice low and dangerous. He walks forward, towering over you and you refuse to be intimidated so you start walking backward until your back is against the wall. Despite having cornered you, he maintains a fair amount of distance between you, leaving plenty of space if you want to move away. You don’t.

“That’s none of your business,” you say stubbornly, raising your chin and trying your best to keep your voice steady. Mattheo narrows his eyes and reduces the distance between you ever so slightly with another small step. You nervously keep talking. “I can go out with whoever I want.” Another step. “And you can’t just-” One more step. “Matt.” His shoes are flush with your slippers.

“What?” he whispers, tilting his head and looking at you calmly, while you feeling anything but calm. “I can’t just… what?”

The previously respectable distance has gone out the window and instead you barely have space to breathe with the way Mattheo is leaning in, head dipped toward you but never touching, hands resting on the wall either side of you. He leans in, eyes dropping to your lips and your heart leaps in your chest with anticipation, but he ghosts his lips over your jaw instead and the barely-there contact has you breathing unevenly.

“You can’t…” you exhale, trying to finish your sentence with some dignity and failing miserably. “You can’t just scare people off like an overprotective older brother.”

Mattheo stills, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes, but making no move to distance himself any further. He scoffs quietly. “Brother,” he says the word with a mildly disgusted scowl. “Is that what you think I want to be?”

“I- I don’t…”

“You don’t know,” Mattheo finishes for you, the corners of his mouth turning up, yet his expression is devoid of humour. “No, you don’t know how badly I wanted to hex Macmillan just now. How badly I wanted to try out some new, experimental spells on that fucking Ravenclaw earlier. But none of that had anything to do with brotherly feelings.”

“They were just being nice,” you say stupidly, with not a clue in the world as to why you’re defending them right now. If anything, you’re just confused.

Mattheo quirks a brow, tongue pressing against his cheek as he considers your words. “That Ravenclaw from earlier was talking about you on the train. He said he was going to ask you out at dinner because you’d ‘gotten hot’ over summer,” Mattheo sneers, like he’s suddenly regretting not hexing Michael Corner in the Great Hall. “They weren’t being nice.”

All of a sudden, you feel irritated because you have no idea why Mattheo is telling you any of this. “What’s wrong with a boy finding me attractive? Is that such a crazy idea?” you demand, part of you not wanting him to answer.

“Merlin, do I seriously have to say it?” he groans, sighing when you glare at him. Mattheo takes a breath, meeting your eyes and you marvel at the sincerity you see when he speaks. “You didn’t ‘get hot’ over the summer. You’ve always been beautiful and they’re idiots for not paying attention then.”

Your breath catches in your throat, whether it’s from emotion or from the close proximity with Mattheo, you aren’t sure. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Mattheo nods, leaning back in to brush his nose against your own, his breath mingling with yours. “Always have.”

You take this as a cue to grab the collar of his shirt and pull him in and the next thing you know, his mouth is firm against yours, and his hands are finally touching you, grabbing you by the waist and sliding up your back to hold you closer. You’ve thought about kissing Mattheo before, but the thoughts feel utterly stupid compared to the real thing. Mattheo kisses you fiercely, mouth sliding hot and wet against your own making you come alive and weakening you at the same time. He nips at your bottom lip and you gasp, causing him to smile into the kiss. Your hands are sliding up his chest to snake around his neck when a thought suddenly occurs to you and you pull away abruptly.

“Oh my God, Theodore,” you hiss, covering your mouth with your hand. Mattheo furrows his brows, looking a little dazed and confused. “What are we going to tell him?”

 “He knows I’ve loved you since we were kids,” Mattheo says flippantly, waving you off and impatiently starting to lean in again, but you stop him with a hand on his chest. “What?”

“You’ve loved me since we were kids?” The words hardly register, but before you can feel any sort of elation, you mostly feel pissed off that your brother has clearly had his fun with the situation for years. “And Theo knows?”

“Yes,” Mattheo says slowly, as if he were talking to a child. He brushes the hair out of your face and his gaze turns a little uncertain when he speaks. “Er, this is hopefully the part where you say you feel the same way.”

“Well, of course I feel the same way,” you huff, still thoroughly annoyed at Theo. “He knew I was crazily in love with you too and the bastard was so irritating about it!”

You’re about three quarters of the way down a list of ways you want to get back at your brother when Mattheo gently turns your face by the chin to look at him. “As much as I’d love for you to plot against your brother right now, it’s kind of a mood killer thinking about him when I’m kissing you.”

“Sorry, sorry. Continue with the kissing.”

“How romantic,” he says drily. His smirk turns smug, however, when he processes your previous statement. “So… you were in love with me too. What was the word you used, again? Crazily? Crazily in love…”

“Don’t make me take it back, ‘cause I swear I will.”

© angelfic 2023.

[wordsarelife]

⛧༺ NO BODY, NO CRIME ༻⛧

EPISODE 01: dinner and a glass of wine

pairing: theo nott x potter!reader

summary: the christmas holidays have just begun, but still a threatening atmosphere lies in the air and suddenly, you find yourself at a crime scene

warnings: extremely big trigger warning for the whole series, in this chapter: mentions of blood, a corpse, (small) jump-scare

note: hello guys, welcome to the first episode of no body, no crime!! i’m so excited for this series and hope you enjoy it as much as i do!! the next episode is coming out next monday!! let me know what you think in the comments <333

the soft tunes of christmas music filled the air around you. the great hall was less filled than normal, most of the students deciding to go home for the holidays. 

"can you pass me the potatoes, please?" ron's red hair was illuminated by the soft glow of the fairylights behind him. the auburn sweater he was wearing was highlighting the contrast even more. 

"here" hermione said, holding the bowl across the table, as ron eagerly grabbed it. 

"where's ginny?" harry muttered. he had his nose buried in a book about quidditch techniques you had bought in hogsmeade. he had been busy studying it all night, but apparently not busy enough to not notice ginny's absence. 

"she's sitting with luna" you pointed out, as your eyes glided along the slytherin table. ginny and her had grown closer since the beginning of the year and you had to admit that you had quickly taken a liking to the blonde girl. she was a bit strange, admittedly, but lovely none the less. 

"she's been busy all year" ron muttered, mouth filled to the brim. "seems like we've gotten too boring for her"

"allow your sister to have her own friends" hermione shoke her head. "and for gods sake, please close your mouth, ronald."

despite the approaching festivity, the atmosphere in the hall was eerie. maybe because only a few people were sitting at eachs house table, making the hall seem weirdly out of place. 

the slytherin table was by far the emptiest. probably because most purblooded and traditional wizard families made a hail mary out of everything that would allow a party, showing off their wealth and status. 

the only thing that contradicted this assumption was that several children from the most influential pureblood families had chosen to stay. your gaze swept across the table, taking in each one in turn.

draco malfoy, displaying a usual attitude of displeasurement. you guessed that the malfoys weren't the people to listen to christmas music around the holidays. 

next to him, blaise zabini, who was munching on a mouth full portion of potatoes just like ron was. 

across from them and her back facing the rest of the hall, including your line of sight, pansy parkinson. her perfect cut bob of black hair moving slightly everytime she turned her head to the side, as she attentively listened to what draco was telling her. 

a few feet away, mattheo riddle and lorenzo berkshire were quietly discussing something. it looked somewhat urgent, as both of them leaned over the table top, and not even mattheo, whose face you could see, wore his usual smirk. 

just before you were able to wonder about his absence, you noticed theo nott walk into the hall. he looked just like always, messy curls falling onto his forehead, dark circles under his eyes and that face, that made every thought in your head disappear. 

not that you liked any of them, but theo had always been your favorite. he was a true slytherin. cunning, loyal and determined. even though he had reason enough, there was no arrogant bone in his body. 

you had liked him from the first time you had talked to him last year, when snape had coupled you up for a potions project. he had not even been as pretentious as you had thought he was, considering he was always hanging around malfoy. 

but theo was nice, actually nice. 

"hello?" ron's voice was so sudden, you knocked over the cup of pumpkin juice beside you. 

hermione cleaned the juice off of the table with a simple flick of her wand, as she rolled her eyes at your distractedness. 

"what?" you wondered. 

"the cookies, please?" ron smiled and your expression turned sour when you noticed the pieces of potatoe stuck between his teeth. 

you nodded nonetheless and grabbed the plate of decorated christmas cookies. you took one for yourself, a delicious looking christmas tree, before you planted the whole plate in front of ron, knowing that he was gonna take one cookie after the other anyway. 

"i think we're good company" harry said, and while you weren't exactly sure what he was talking about, you nodded. 

"obviously we are" 

"i mean, she could've brought luna along, right?" he closed the quidditch book with a thud and crossed his arms. 

"ehh" you muttered. you were saved by the loud sound of the door, that flew open and revealed professor burbage. she walked up to the teachers table in a hurry, quickly excusing her late arrival, before she sat down next to dumbledore. 

you noticed the look of worry on her face and wondered what she was thinking about. 

“what’s gotten into her?” hermione asked and you were glad someone else had noticed the professor’s strange behaviour.

“everyone is stressed around christmas, right?” ron muttered without an ounce of interest. 

“i’m sure that’s it” harry nodded, glad that he could now shift the conversation back to it’s initial topic. “so, about ginny—“

“you’re mentioning her an awful lot, harry” you joked, enjoying how your brother’s face lost all it’s colour and his eyes darted between ron and you quickly. ron hadn’t even noticed the implication, if he had even listened to you in the first place. 

you could read the boredom from the redheads face as he rearranged the cookie plate, until it showed a little scene with a christmas tree, huge presents and two happy gingerbread men. 

you tuned the conversation out too, as harry continued to speak. you decided that it was hermiones turn to listen now. 

you rather turned your head to look at theo once more, who looked up at the very same time, probably feeling eyes on him. but he didn’t look in your direction, but to the teachers table. you furrowed your brows, before you followed his line of sight, your eyes ultimately landing on professor burbage. she looked just as worried as before, as she hectically looked between theo and something clutched in her hand. 

you looked back to theo, who simply rolled his eyes, averting his gaze from the teacher and focusing back on the untouched food beside him. draco muttered something in theo’s direction and the latter barely reacted, managing only a weak smile, before his focus was gone again. 

you sighed, deciding you had spent enough time with your friends to leave without feeling bad. “i think i’m gonna head to bed” you smiled, standing up.

“oh” hermione simply noted. “should i accompany you?”

you shook your head, “i’ll be fine”. her offer was nice, but you wanted to be alone for some time. it was especially during times like these, that you most missed what other people had: a real family. you still had harry and your friends, but it was different from what you sometimes wished for. 

“i’ll see you guys tomorrow” you waved. ron, mouth filled to the brim, only waved back to your relief and harry nodded, muttering something about a game of chess ginny had promised. 

you headed out of the hall just a mere second later, pulling your sweater over your head, that you had taken off in the hall, because of the brizzling warmth of the fireplace at your back. you took the usual route to the tower. it was the place you often spend time at whenever you wanted to be alone. 

the stairs creaked loudly beneath each step you took, indicating how old the whole structure was. you walked across the wooden beams, leaning your body over the railing as you breathed in the cold of the air and your eyes wandered across the snow beneath you.

it was so calm up here, so silent.. until. the wood creaked loudly, indicating steps coming up towards you. your heart began beating faster, debating who could be coming up here. you had never ran across someone else at the tower.

maybe it was harry? you stepped closer to the stairs, expecting your brothers dark and messy hair to peak from the entrance, but it wasn’t harry who then stepped onto the plattform across from you.

“hey” theo nott muttered, hands pushed into the pockets of his pants while he looked at you with an unreadable expression on his face. 

“hey” you said, just as neutral. you tried to act casual, as he walked closer and you followed him back to the middle of the plattform, awkwardly standing next to each other. 

theo fished out a cigarette from his pocket. “is this okay?” he asked, pointing between the two of you. 

you furrowed your brows, confused what he was talking about, before you realized that he was probably asking about your permission to keep you company. “sure” you nodded and the lightened his cigarette. 

“you smoke?” he asked, holding the burning cigarette in your direction as if to offer you a blow.

you shoke your head, although you had to admit that it was intruiging to take a drag when a boy with such blue eyes was the one offering it. 

“do you come here often?” you asked softly, deciding it was more awkward to just stare at him in silence. 

“sometimes” theo shrugged. “they get exhausting, my friends i mean”

“yeah, mine too” you nodded. 

“wouldn’t have held you for a person that particuarly likes to be alone” theo muttered, before he turned his head, blowing the smoke out from his lips, without it hitting you. you appreciated the gesture. 

“it gets too much, sometimes” you shrugged. “i don’t mind to be alone”

“then you probably mind my company, huh?” he smirked, looking into your eyes with a deep kind of sincerity.

“not at all” you shook your head, mirroring the smirk on his lips. “although i would prefer malfoy”

“oh shut up” theo laughed, his eyes glistening, almost surprised at the sudden joke. you felt proud that you had made him laugh, even if you had to mention malfoy. 

“i’m so sincere right now” you giggled, both of you not believing a word you were saying. 

theo threw down his cigarette, stomping on it, before he let it disappear with a flick of his wand. he looked up at you and opened his mouth, about to return a witty remark, when a loud bang rang out. 

you both froze at the sound, the laughter abruptly cut off as the echo of the bang bounced off the stone walls. the great hall felt miles away in that moment, and the air thickened with tension. theo’s playful demeanor vanished, replaced by a look of concern.

“what was that?” you whispered, instinctively taking a step closer to him. the sudden shift from light-hearted banter to fear sent a shiver down your spine.

“the door” theo muttered in recognition. the tower was right on top of the entryway to the castle. now that you thought about it, the bang did sound awfully like a heavy door falling close. 

“who would even go out there now?” you wondered, your heart still beating fast as the shock settled into your features.

“i don’t know” theo stepped away and closer to the staircase. “are you coming or what?”

you quickly nodded, as you followed him back down and through the corridor, before you froze in front of the door.

“maybe it was the wind” you suggested, though the tremor in your voice betrayed your uncertainty.

theo raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism dancing in his gaze. “you really believe that?” he asked, crossing his arms over his chest, his posture relaxed but his expression alert.

“well, it’s possible,” you replied, though you didn’t sound convinced. the notion felt flimsy in the wake of the unsettling noise, and the creeping feeling of dread wasn’t fading.

“possible, sure,” he replied, “but it sounded too loud for the wind. we need to check it out. it could be something... important.”

your heart raced again, this time from a mix of fear and curiosity. “important? like what?” you asked, biting your lip.

“i don’t know,” he admitted, glancing back at the heavy wooden door. “but don’t you think we should at least look? it might be someone in trouble.”

you hesitated, looking back down the corridor where you could see flickers of light from the torches along the walls. “but what if it’s something dangerous?” you countered, feeling a rush of apprehension.

“better to know than to wonder,” he said, his tone serious yet gentle. there was a spark of determination in his eyes, and you found yourself drawn to his confidence. despite the risk, the thought of turning back felt more frightening than facing whatever lay beyond the door.

theo looked back at you once more, before he sighed and nodded, pushing the heavy door open. what revealed itself was the dark of the night, as snow fell into the entrance you were standing in, quickly cooling your face. 

“it’s too dark” theo noted. both of you took out your wands, using lumos to light the way. theo urged you to follow him. the snowfall was so heavy, that even the light of your wands did almost nothing. 

theo was just a few steps beside you, when you felt it. “theo” you whispered, as your body and heart froze simultaneously. “theo” you repeated, a bit louder. you could see the light of theo’s wand come closer again. he had heard you. 

“are you alright?” 

you shook your head, what he probably couldn’t see. you could only make out his body. “there is something there” 

“what do you mean?” 

“i’m feeling it against my foot” you muttered. “there is something on the ground. i’ll have to come closer to make out what it is” 

“be careful” theo held you hand to stabilize your body, as you kneeled down, moving the light of your wand across the object on the ground in front of you. it was dark, black robes, hiding something beneath them. but you just couldn’t make out what it was. 

then suddenly, you gasped in shock. your light glided over a face, mouth, nose dripping blood. wide eyes, opened in terror as they stared at you unmoving. you screamed, falling back into the snow, as theo surged forward, trying to catch you. 

“y/n!” he called, panic rising in his voice as you struggled to breathe, your heart racing wildly “what’s wrong? what is it?”

“professor burbage” you muttered, over and over again. 

“what?” theo leaned in closer, still holding onto you, his face drained of color.

“she’s dead!” you choked out, voice trembling, eyes fixed on the professor’s face, still staring up at you, frozen in her final moment of horror.

you heard theo gasp, his own breath faltering for a moment as he processed what lay before you both. without another word, he pulled you to your feet, wrapping an arm around you to support your shaking body. “we have to go,” he muttered, his voice tight with fear. with one hand, he held his wand forward, the dim light flickering in the swirling snow, while the other held onto you as you stumbled back toward the door.

the last thing you saw as the heavy door closed behind you was professor burbage’s body, half-buried in the snow, her lifeless eyes still staring, as if warning you of something far worse to come.

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[myfictionalboyfriendsandme]

Tell Me I'm Not Dreaming

Pairing(s): Theodore Nott x female!reader, Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini x Luna Lovegood

Prompt(s): "Shut up, I'm trying to confess my love to you."

Word Count: around 4,100

Warning(s): very AU, sad reader, swearing, DRAMIONE FOREVER, Sirius and Remus are alive FIGHT ME, mentions blood but nothing graphic, changing certain rules about Hogwarts to fit the story (prefect rules specifically), no house for the reader is mentioned but I suppose it's implied that she's gryffindor??

Rating: T (one f bomb)

Author's Note(s): This is so self indulgent, lol. I love fictional Theo. I don't know if y'all picture someone specific in your head but I always envision Cody Christian as Theo. Enjoy!

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"(Y/N), are you okay?"

It was always the same question.

(Y/N), are you okay? 

(Y/N), do you need anything?

(Y/N), can we do anything for you?

And she always gave the same answer.

"No, I'm fine."

But she wasn't fine, and she hadn't been fine for quite some time.

She sat alone in her bedroom at 12 Grimmauld Place. The rain pattering down against the window like tears against the glass. The fireplace was lit, emmitting a soft glow about the room. A shabby knitted blanket was wrapped around her shoulders, keeping in what little warmth she felt. There was a cup of tea sitting on the side table that she hadn't touched since Mrs. Weasley put it there, the heat long gone.

She was surrounded by people. The entire Order of the Phoenix would spend their days coming and going. The permanent residents of 12 Grimmauld Place, like the Weasley family and of couse Sirius and Remus, wandered the house daily awaiting news of anything.

And she still felt so lonely.

No one in the house really understood why she felt the way she did. No one except Hermione. Hermione was in the same situation as her, she just hid her feelings better. No one knew that Hermione would sneak into (Y/N)'s room at night and the two girls would cry themselves to sleep, hugging each other in comfort. (Y/N) was the only one around who knew how Hermione was really feeling.

Distraught.

Sad.

Frightened.

On the verge of losing the only shred of sanity they had left.

There was a sharp knock on (Y/N)'s door before she heard it open, knocking her from her melancholy trance.

"(Y/N)."

She turned to look at Hermione standing in the doorway.

"Sirius just sent a patronus." She said, her voice laced with urgency. "He's on his way here and he has three defectors with him."

(Y/N) immediately stood up, the blanket around her shoulders abandoned in the chair, her eyes wide. "Hermione..."

The other girl nodded. "I know."

Bounding towards the door, (Y/N) wiped her eyes. "Could it be them?"

"I don't know."

"Did Sirius say anything else?"

"No."

"Absolutely nothing?"

"Just that he's on his way here."

She felt like she'd been struck by lightning.

"(Y/N), we have to be emotionally prepared if it's not them." Hermione whispered.

"Fuck that, Hermione."

"(Y/N)..."

"No. I can't take this anymore. I really can't."

Before Hermione could say anything else, there was a commotion from downstairs. The two girls whipped their heads toward the staircase. Muffled screams were coming from the main level of the house.

(Y/N) looked at Hermione before the two of them exited the room, moving to look over the third floor banister. They saw Harry and Ron rushing down the stairs, Ginny and Luna close behind.

"Let's go." (Y/N) said, already making her way to the top of the stairs.

She hurried down the steps as fast as she could without hurting herself, Hermione on her heels.

Please, please, please let him be here. Please let him be okay.

Once they reached the landing between the first flight of stairs and the second, (Y/N) scanned the main floor. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, their attention turned towards whatever was happening in the dining room. Her eyes moved towards the doorway and she froze. Standing there was Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood wrapped in his arms.

Her heart stopped.

"Blaise?" She asked.

His eyes moved towards her.

Another body moved through the doorway revealing a head of platinum blonde hair.

Hermione gasped. "Draco?"

His head snapped to where they stood on the landing. "Hermione!"

Hermione moved past (Y/N) and rushed down the rest of the stairs before throwing herself into the boy's arms.

(Y/N) stopped breathing.

Three of them. There's supposed to be three of them. Where is he?

She carefully made her way down the rest of the stairs, moving by a very disgruntled Ron Weasley and a rather perplexed Harry Potter. "Where is he?" She couldn't help but notice that Blaise and Draco were both covered in blood. Her voice cracked as she felt the tears well up in her eyes. "Blaise, please."

He looked at her, his brown eyes tired and full of sympathy. Another scream echoed through the house. Without a word, he looked towards the dining room.

That's when her heart cracked in two.

Members of the Order were scattered around the room. Ginny was running back and forth between the dining room table and the parlour carrying bandages and vials of what looked like healing salves. Remus and Sirius stood with their backs to the main doorway, going through the vials and picking out what would be the most helpful before setting them on the table in a separate pile. Molly was scurrying this way and that around the table, her attention set on something different every few seconds. But on the table was a boy, bloody and writhing in pain.

Theo.

She fell to her knees, her face in her hands. "No..." The tears that had been pooling in her eyes finally fell. A pair of arms wrap around her. "He can't die. He can't die. He can't die."

"I'm so sorry, (Y/N). Come on, you don't need to see this." Hermione held her up, supporting almost all of her weight so she wouldn't fall back to the ground. "Mrs. Weasley knows what she's doing."

(Y/N)'s eyes darted back to Theo. "I can't leave him."

"Let's just go to the kitchen and let them work. We won't be far."

As Theo let out another agonizing cry, (Y/N) let Hermione lead her away. She looked back towards the dining room entryway but it was blocked by Blaise, Luna, and Draco who were following them down the hallway. The three looked back at her with sympathetic eyes.

The next thing (Y/N) knew, the group had entered the kitchen. Hermione had pulled out a chair for her to sit in before taking the seat directly to her right. Draco followed suit and sat next to Hermione while Blaise and Luna sat across from them. Once they were situated, Blaise grabbed Luna's hand and held it in his lap.

"We didn't know you and Blaise were seeing each other, Luna." Hermione observed.

Luna laid her head against his shoulder, smiling softly despite the sadness of her friend. Blaise glanced down at her before answering. "We're both rather private, Granger. We didn't really want to advertise our relationship to all of Hogwarts, especially considering the state of the wizarding world."

Hermione nodded. She looked at Draco. "I understand that. I think we all do."

There was a moment of silence as everyone at the table took in their current situation. (Y/N), finally snapping back to reality, looked at Blaise again. There were blood stains covering the front of his shirt and a rip in the sleeve of his jacket. Draco also looked disheveled, his usuaully styled hair unkempt and scruffy. Both boys had dark circles under their eyes.

"What happened?"

Blaise made eye contact with (Y/N). More screams sounded from upstairs. "(Y/N), I don't think-"

"I want to know." She interrupted.

He sighed. "Okay." He looked at Hermione then back to (Y/N). "We've been planning to defect for months. I think we all came to the same conclusion around the same time. The night Dumbledore died."

Out of the corner of her eye, (Y/N) could see Draco squeeze Hermione's hand.

"We wanted to stay that night, but it was impossible. They would have killed us right then and there. We had no choice but to leave." Blaise paused and looked at Draco. "We practically had to drag Theo." He cleared his throat. "Earlier today, we were summoned to go on a mission. Someone had gotten word to the Dark Lord about Order members being in Diagon Alley. We were told we would have the upper hand so an ambush would be easy. That's when Draco sent his patronus to Sirius."

"Draco, that could've been dangerous! What if someone had seen you?" Hermione scolded.

The blonde rolled his eyes. "No one knows I can even form a patronus, Hermione. It was the only way to get word to the Order as fast as possible."

"Yes, now we all know that Draco's patronus is an otter. Adorable, mate." Blaise quipped.

Draco rolled his eyes. "Oh, piss off."

"Anyway," Blaise continued, "when we showed up, it was already a shit show. The fighting had already begun, so they sent us in as reinforcements. Luckily for us, it looked like the Order was winning. That was the only way our plan was going to work."

"I saw Sirius right away." Draco added. "There was no one else around right then so I helped him disarm Yaxley, then before anything else could happen I cast my patronus again. Poor bloke looked like he'd seen a ghost."

"That's when Theo asked him for help." Blaise leaned forward, his elbows on the table. "Sirius rushed us into a side alley and asked if we were being honest. It didn't really take much convincing though. We all looked rather... anxious. Then he told us to apparate to the Burrow. Said he'd meet us there after the fighting had stopped."

There was another pause as Blaise hesitated.

Draco continued. "The four of us were about to apparate, but-"

"The four of you?" Hermione asked.

He nodded then bowed his head. "Pansy was with us, too."

(Y/N) watched Hermione put her hand on Draco's back in comfort.

"Before any of us could leave, we were cornered in the alleyway." Blaise spoke up. "Sirius stepped in front of us and blocked a curse, which obviously tipped off the one's shooting at us that we were no longer on the same side. It was Dolohov and Theo's dad. They just started shooting anything they could at us, yelling about blood traitors and the like. Well, that caught the attention of Bellatrix."

(Y/N) felt her blood run cold at the name.

"She rounded the corner and when she saw Draco, she went ballistic." Blaise explained. "She sent hexes at all of us but she took one last look at Draco before she sent the killing curse his way."

Draco shifted uncomfortably in his chair. (Y/N) saw a tear form in his eye. "Pansy saved me." He sniffled.

Hermione whipped her head at Draco in surprise as (Y/N) let out a light gasp.

Blaise took a deep breath before he continued speaking. "None of us could have seen it coming. She just... stepped in front of him. Then she was gone. We didn't have time to do anything about it. I saw Lupin and a Weasley come up behind Dolohov and then Sirius yelled for us to go, so we apparated."

"So what happened to Theo?" (Y/N) asked, wiping her eyes.

"It was his father." Draco sneared. "Bastard sent a cutting curse at Theo before he could apparate."

Blaise sighed. "Sirius and Mr. Weasley showed up seconds after we did. They probably planned on more of an interrogation but then they saw Theo and brought us straight here."

There was a lull in conversation then. None of them had anything else to say. Hermione was rubbing circles into Draco's upper back. (Y/N) just stared at a spot on the wooden table, unable to meet eyes with anyone.

Another screamed echoed through the house.

Luna stood up. "I think I'll make some tea."

As the blonde moved about the kitchen, (Y/N) felt heartbroken. Heartbroken for Theo. Heartbroken for Pansy. Blaise. Draco. All of them.

They didn't deserve any of this.

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She wasn't sure how long she'd been sitting at the kitchen table staring at the same spot of wood, but she noticed the tea in front of her was cold.

As usual.

"(Y/N)?"

Her head snapped to the doorway. Ginny stood there, observing everyone in the room before looking back at her. "Uh, mum says you can come up if you'd like."

She didn't have to be told twice.

Dashing up the stairs two by two, she didn't think she'd ever moved so fast in her life. She made it down the hallway and to the dining room entryway in record time, the rest of the group following behind her. (Y/N) looked into the room and saw that it wasn't as chaotic as the last time she'd been standing there. The dining room table had been transfigured into a bed. Mrs. Weasley stood near the foot of it, looking at Theo who had been laid against the pillows. His arms and his chest were wrapped in bandages, but he was breathing.

"(Y/N), dear." Mrs. Weasley whispered, beckoning her closer.

Inching her way into the room, (Y/N) looked to the motherly woman. She looked exhausted. "Is he...?" (Y/N) asked, trailing off.

"He's going to be fine." Mrs. Weasley answered. "He lost a lot of blood, but we gave him a blood replenishing potion. He probably won't wake up for a while yet, but I can assure you he will be okay."

(Y/N) released a breath she didn't even realize she'd been holding.

"Do you need anything, dear? What can I do for you?"

(Y/N) was in awe. What would any of them have done without Molly Weasley?

Finally taking her eyes off Theo, (Y/N) turned to face her. "You've done more than enough, Mrs. Weasley." She made her way closer to the woman and threw her arms around her in an embrace. "I can't even begin to thank you for what you've done."

(Y/N) felt Mrs. Weasley's arms tighten around her just a smidge before pulling back and smiling at her, the corners of her eyes crinkling. "Is this boy the reason you haven't been drinking your tea?"

In that moment, she really couldn't help herself. (Y/N) gave a soft chuckle before turning her face towards Theo. "Is it that obvious?"

Mrs. Weasley continued smiling, her eyes softening just a touch. "Oh, (Y/N), the boys under this roof might be a bit dense, but I'm not." She moved to grab a blanket from a chair in the corner before making her way back. "I knew something had to be bothering you. I would've bet anything that it was a someone." She wrapped the blanket around (Y/N)'s shoulders. "Does he know how you feel?"

(Y/N) didn't know how to answer. Did Theo know how she felt? She thought he did, but come to think of it, she'd never out right said the words I love you to him.

In the grand scheme of things, (Y/N) and Theo hadn't actually been together for very long. She'd always had a crush on him, there was no doubt of that, but they hadn't really spoken to one another until their sixth year at school. If (Y/N) was really being honest with herself, she'd always been too nervous to even look in his direction, afraid she'd do something to embarrass herself. Then, one fateful day in potions class, Professor Slughorn introduced amortentia.

It was like she was there. The same fragrances she registered in potions suddenly wafted into her nose, overtaking the rest of her senses. 

That day, down in the dungeons of Hogwarts, (Y/N) was overcome with a feeling so overwhelming she really didn't know what to do. She couldn't help but look at him.

Little did she know, the same thing was happening to Theo.

They locked eyes across the classroom and (Y/N) thought she might have died a little inside. He smiled at her and her body erupted into butterflies.

One would think after such an earth-shattering experience, a person could maybe gain the confidence to talk to another.

That was not the case.

(Y/N) and Theo didn't have any other interactions, big or small, until almost four months later.

Because Ron and Hermione weren't speaking to one another, there was some tension among their table in potions. (Y/N) and Harry, the two who were stuck in middle ground territory, were trying their best to make everyone get along. There weren't any positive results as of yet.

This led to their group being separated, because as Slughorn put it, "Distance makes the heart grow fonder."

She wasn't sure how it happened, or why, but she was then sat at a table with Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott. (Y/N) tried her best to avoid eye contact with the cute brunette, and was actually doing really well until she realized she had forgotten to grab an Ashwinder egg. She sighed, rather deeply, and made to move to the storage cupboard, but before she left her stool, a gloved hand entered her peripheral vision and set an egg down next to her cauldron. She quickly looked to her left and saw Theo looking right at her.

And that was only the beginning.

It was Theo's idea. They find a spot and meet in secret. They were both prefects, so it wasn't hard to do. Without raising too much suspicion, they would trade shifts with whoever was partnered with the other. They would walk the halls doing their prefect duties and then they would go to their special place.

The astronomy tower.

Not many people ventured to the astronomy tower. It was secluded and sort of cut off from the rest of the castle. It was the perfect place for two young people to meet without anyone else finding out. Until the night Dumbledore was killed.

Theo had been acting weird the couple days leading up to it. Everytime they were together (Y/N) noticed he seemed on edge, almost nervous to be around her. (Y/N) was beginning to think he had changed his mind. Maybe he didn't feel the same way she did. Maybe he wanted to move on from her. Maybe there was someone else.

"Are we meeting at the usual time tomorrow?" (Y/N) asked, looking up at him. They were sitting near the edge of the astronomy tower. The sky was clear and the stars were shining bright.

Theo didn't say anything right away. He was staring out at the grounds surrounding the castle as if in a trance.

"Theo," (Y/N) said, her voice trembling, "are you okay? You've been acting... different."

He seemed to gain some awareness back before he looked back at her. "No."

She was shocked. "What? Theo-" But she was interrupted.

"You can't be here tomorrow night."

In an instant, (Y/N) knew something was wrong. "Why?"

"Please, (Y/N)," Theo said, grabbing her hand and holding it tightly, "you can't come anywhere near the astronomy tower tomorrow night. Promise me."

(Y/N) didn't know what to think. After a few moments of silence, her eyes met his. "I promise."

Theo let go of her hand and moved his hand gently up to the side of her face before bringing his forehead to hers. "Whatever happens, we'll see each other again. I know we will."

Any doubt (Y/N) had been feeling about him immediately lifted. She could feel her eyes start to tear up. "Why does this feel like a goodbye?"

Theo pulled back to look her in the eyes. "Because it might be." Then he leaned in and kissed her.

That was the last time she had seen him. The next night, she was roaming the halls with other members of the D.A. when the death eaters had broken into the school and Dumbledore was killed.

(Y/N) was suddenly shifted back to reality.

"We never..." (Y/N) started before trailing off. "I never got the chance."

Mrs. Weasley smiled softly then patted (Y/N)'s arm lightly. "Well, it looks like you'll get the chance, dearie."

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(Y/N) couldn't remember falling asleep. After her conversation with Mrs. Weasley, the rest of the teenagers that were in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place made their way up the stairs into the dining room as well. Draco and Blaise wanted to check on their friend and both made sounds of relief upon seeing he was going to be okay before they were ushered up the stairs where the bedrooms were located.

Moving the comfiest chair she could find to Theo's bedside, (Y/N) kept the blanket Mrs. Weasley had given her and sat down. She tried to make herself as comfortable as possible before she grabbed Theo's hand. She must have fallen asleep looking at him because when she woke up, her face was sideways on the edge of the bed and his hand was still in hers. She propped her head up with her open hand and took a moment to look at the bindings across his arms and his chest, her eyes moving all the way up to his face.

It took her a second to realize Theo's eyes were open and looking at her.

"Theo?" She whispered. Her voice was hesitant, as if she thought it was a dream.

He smirked at her but it was full of adoration. Only Theodore Nott could make a smirk look adorable.

"I told you we'd see each other again."

(Y/N) didn't know what to do. "Please tell me I'm not dreaming."

Theo chuckled gently. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

She felt a flood of relief overtake her body and it was so powerful, she started to cry.

"Oh, darling, no." Theo tried to move but grimaced before deciding it was probably better to lay still. "Darling, please. Don't cry."

(Y/N) sniffled and brought the sleeve of her shirt up to her eyes to wipe the tears away. "I can't help it, Theo! I was so worried!" Theo attempted to interrupt but (Y/N) continued before he could get a single word in. "I've been worried for months! I didn't know if you were alive or dead, and then you show up here covered in blood!"

"(Y/N)-"

"And then Draco tells me you were hit by a cutting curse by your own father! You could have died by bleeding out if you hadn't gotten here sooner than you did. Then the last thing I would've said to you before you died would've been something stupid and not "I love you" like it should have been-"

"(Y/N)-"

"But I was too scared to say anything to you about it the last time we saw each other-"

"(Y/N)!"

"Shut up, Theo, I'm trying to confess my love to you!"

And then there was silence.

(Y/N) was sure her face looked as red as a tomato. Her skin felt like it was vibrating off of her body. She could feel the palpable silence between her and the boy in front of her.

She looked down at her hands. "I'm sorry." She stood up and turned her back to him before making her way to the entrance of the dining room.

"You love me?"

She froze. It was so quiet (Y/N) wasn't sure he'd actually said it. Turning back to him, she saw he was still looking at her, a new emotion in his eyes.

She took a deep breath. "Theo..." She moved back to the chair at his bedside. "I always have."

Theo narrowed his eyes as if he couldn't actually believe it. "Really?"

(Y/N) nodded and swiped a piece of hair behind her ear, looking down at her hands in her lap.

There was a beat of silence before Theo spoke up again. "I love you, too."

She smiled. The words she had always longed to hear. It was like a symphony of angels. Her eyes reached his and they looked considerably brighter than they did before. They both chuckled lightly.

"Now you tell me I'm not dreaming." Theo whispered, a tone of astonishment in his words.

(Y/N) smirked. "Would you like me to pinch you?"

He opened his arms wide and beckened her over. Hesitantly, she moved closer to the edge of the bed before slowly moving into his embrace and relaxing into his chest. "Are you sure this is okay? I don't want to hurt you."

"I'm just a bit sore this morning, love. I'll be fine." He pulled her even closer to his body. "Just let me hold you and I'll overlook the fact you told me to shut up."

(Y/N) laid her head against his shoulder and into the crook of his neck. "I'm sorry."

She felt Theo leave a soft kiss against her hair. "You're forgiven, my love."

[hp-hcs]

Hmmm how about a poly oneshot with bully Draco and Lorenzo who hates the reader for being with the golden trio and mainly potter ?? They hate how touchy and blushy harry gets around their darling and vice-versa. They hate how everyone thinks you two are together and you don't do anything to clear up the rumor. They hate how you're always in his dorm and they hate seeing your lipgloss mark left on harry. But God do they love you and can't take it anymore 🤭🤭

oooh, interesting! love to see that you’re a hoe for drama (lovingly)

hate how this turned out but wtv

lipstick — yandere! enzo berkshire & yandere! draco malfoy x gn! gryffindor! reader

tws: toxic/possessive/obsessive behavior, slut shaming, implied sexual content? (question mark?)

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“Look at stupid Potter. With his stupid scar, and his stupid friends, and his stupid Y/N.”

“His?” Enzo laughs. “Y/N is not his.”

“Not if we can help it,” Draco mumbles.

The pair watches in silence as you throw a snowball at the ginger weasel, ducking behind Harry when the bloodtraitor tries to retaliate.

Harry scooped you up in his arms, like a valiant prince coming to save the day.

They can both hear your clear laugh, even from the other side of the courtyard. It makes them both seethe with anger.

~~~

“C’monnnn,” you pleaded, tugging at Harry’s arm. “I have friends other than you. I wanna talk to Luna and Pansy and Blaise.”

Harry rolled his eyes, not putting up much of a fight as you dragged him into the Great Hall.

It was a new thing this season, to promote house unity, or whatever. The heads of houses had come up with the idea; tea, cocoa, and cookies in the Great Hall every Friday evening. Everyone welcome.

The Great Hall is dimmer than usual, not all of the floating candles lit. A few dozen student of all houses mingle and meander.

A group of kids sat on a blanket on the cool stone floor, almost as if it were a picnic.

Another group had thrown blankets and sheets over part of the ridiculously long tables, creating a blanket fort underneath.

You headed straight over to where Luna was painting Pansy’s nails. They greeted you with laughter as Luna’s unsteady hand got orange nail polish all over Pansy’s knuckle.

You gasp. “Harry! Let me paint your nails! Pleaseeee?”

He shrugged, looking over the myriad of colors laid out. He picked one up and held it out towards you.

“Snitch gold, for luck.”

You laugh, accepting the bottle and pointing for him to sit down.

“You don’t need luck, Harry. You’re you.”

Across the room, two Slytherins clocked Potter’s shy grin and bright blush.

~~~

You sat down with your friends, a wicked game of truth or dare already in full effect. As predicted, Gryffindor had won their game against Hufflepuff, resulting in a very large house party. You’d noticed a few Ravenclaws around and wondered how they got in, until you saw the Slytherins, the lions’ main suppliers of firewhiskey and good times.

“I dare you…” Ginny trailed off as she thought. A wicked grin spread across her face. “I dare you to wear that failed blue glitter lipstick that me and Cho made.”

You roll your eyes. “Oh, please. That’s easy.”

“For the whole day tomorrow.”

You raise an eyebrow. “I’m not afraid. Bring it on.”

~~~ “Draco!” Enzo hissed as he harshly elbowed his friend in the ribs.

“Ow. What?” He followed Enzo’s finger, pointing straight at the Gryffindor table. “What am I looking at?”

“Potter.”

Harry James Potter was furiously scrubbing at his skin with a napkin as you, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were all practically howling with laughter.

Sure enough, you were true to your word, wearing that ridiculously tacky lipstick that stood out like a beacon when surrounded by all of that garish red and gold.

Harry let out a visible sigh, tossing down the napkin and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest in an obvious sulk.

Right there, smack dab in the middle of his cheek, was a perfect blue stain from a kiss.

Draco’s ears burned with rage.

“Nope. Come on, Enz. We’ve waited damn long enough.”

~~~ “It’s not coming off, guys,” Harry whined.

“Why do you think we called it failed?” Ginny laughs, the blue smudge on his cheek looking quite comical. “That’s what happened when we tried to wear it.”

You snicker. “You look good in blue, Harry,” you teased, enjoying the faint blush that settled over his cheeks.

You suddenly felt a heavy hand come down on your shoulder, tightening to the point where it was almost painful.

You whirled around, surprised to see two Slytherins you’d barely talked to.

Harry sneered at the sight of his long-time rival, Malfoy. “What do you gits want?”

They both ignored him, as if he wasn’t there at all.

“We need to talk to you,” Enzo snapped, his hand on your shoulder tightening even more as he all but dragged you out of your seat.

You stumbled after him as Draco propelled you forward with a firm hand on the small of your back.

The two boys dragged you out into the hall, away from prying eyes. Draco wasted no time before shoving you up against the wall in a secluded alcove.

“The fuck do you think you’re doing, kissing Potter?”

“W-what?” You stammered, your brain not yet having caught up with the situation.

Enzo scoffed. “Whoring yourself out to anyone who blushes at you, huh?”

“What?”

“How long have you been sleeping with him, hm? How long?”

“Wh- Harry? We’re friends!”

“Friends, huh? Friends?” Enzo scoffed.

“Yes!” You snapped. “Who d’you think you are, questioning my- mmfph!”

Draco surged forward and kissed you harshly.

~~~

Enzo Berkshire, Draco Malfoy, and Y/N L/N all stumbled into Defense Against the Dark Arts twenty minutes late, their clothes rumpled and their skin stained with blue lipstick.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What are your favourite Harry Potter ships? 🙃

Honestly, I'm like, super picky about my Harry ships, and then with everyone else, it's like: "🤷‍♀️ yeah, you can get with whoever,"

As with all shipping discussions, these are just my personal opinions about various ships and they do change and evolve over time as I accidentally convince myself of more ships.... so, yeah.

For Harry:

Nottpott (Harry Potter x Theo Nott) is my number one (even if I wrote basically everything I read about them).

Tomarry/Harrymort is a pairing I do enjoy but it isn't my top pick for either of them (most of the HP fics I used to read were Tomarry/Harrymort).

Rarry — I like them as a concept, though I've never read fics for them and I don't want them together in canon.

For other characters, I have ships I have read fics about them:

Prongsfoot (I honestly believe one-sided prongsfoot is canon, I think Sirius was in love with James. Some of the evidence is mentioned here)

Jillypad

Snilly

Snirius

Then, I have the bizarre rarepairs I somehow landed on, but are near and dear to my heart:

Ron x Luna — I honestly don't know why, but it works in my head.

Sirius x Barty Crouch Jr — this one makes sense in my head, I don't think they have fics, but I have reasons for this, namely this post and its sequel. (I ship them post Azkaban, btw)

Tom Riddle/Voldemort x Alphard Black — I blame @iamnmbr3.

Sirius x Rabastan Lestrange — another ship I have no idea how I got into, but I'm here.

Ron x Susan Bones — yet another ship I somehow stumbled into that I don't think has a fanbase at all.

And then ships I like in canon well enough, but I never looked for fics about them:

Bill x Fleur

Romione

Remadora 

Jilly

Grindeldore (Just for the hot summer romance to tragedy pipeline)

Ginny x Dean (I think they were better together than Hinny, but that's probably just me)

Lucius x Narcissa

Bellatrix x Rodolphus

Molly x Arthur

Neville x Hannah Abbott

And ships I like well enough, but not enough to read fics about them that aren't canon:

Seamus x Dean (I was so close to place it in the canon ships)

Susan Bones x Hannah Abbott

Ginny x Blaise Zabini

Hermione x Terry Boot

I'm fine with most ships, honestly, like, there are very few ships I truly dislike, but these are the ones I like better off the top of my head, as I'm sure I'm missing some with my multishipper tendencies. (As you can see, I love the NPCs)

[redeemingvillains]

the soul's brand (v) - draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x half-blood fem!reader

summary: draco tells you the truth, about his feelings for you, about everything.

word count: 3.7k

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The rest of fall term was spent devising the most creative ways to steal time alone with Draco without being noticed.

It was nearly impossible to pay attention in any of your shared classes as you snuck constant glances at each other, smiling when you met each other’s eyes, him winking at you when no one was looking, making you want to squeal and kick your feet in the air. Sometimes after a late night in the library, you’d be wandering back to your common room and a warm hand would pull you into an abandoned classroom or broom closet and you’d feel his smile pressed against yours, his hands tangling in your hair as he muttered everything he’d wanted to say to you that day in between his kisses, unrelenting in his praise. “So beautiful, you make it impossible to focus on anything darling, you’re all I can think about.”

Once you had even woken up to a single red rose on your bedside table with an emerald ribbon tied around the stem; he had refused to explain how he had made that happen.

Everyone was too wrapped up in their end-of-term studies and exams to notice the change in your demeanor, except for Hermione who watched you float through the halls, and gaze longingly at the Slytherin table during mealtimes. You and Draco had managed to keep things well under the radar.

You were walking out of Potions, trying to linger and see if you could talk to Draco who was with Blaise in the back of the room when Dean Thomas approached you.

“Hey Y/N” he said shyly, rubbing the back of his neck, “I uh heard what happened with Cormac at the ball, and I was thinking…”

Your eyes flicked quickly over Dean’s shoulder to see that your conversation had caught Draco’s attention.

“Well, Ginny and I broke up” Dean continued, “And I figured maybe you’d like to go for a butterbeer this weekend?”

If looks could kill, Draco’s would have been the fourth unforgivable curse. It would have left a small pile of ash where Dean Thomas had once stood. You honestly tried not to laugh, the irony of the whole situation too much for you. As much as you wanted to milk it, you needed to end this, for Dean’s own safety if nothing else.

“Dean, that is so sweet of you” you said, “but I have a lot of studying I need to do.”

“Yeah, alright, Y/N, no problem” Dean said smiling bashfully at you before making a quick exit.

You smiled at him as he shuffled past you, leaving you and Draco alone. You turned to face him, your heart squeezing at the anger written clearly across his face and his hands balled into fists at his side.

“Draco” you whispered, smiling, taking one of his balled fists in your hand, working his fingers into yours.

“I’m going to put puking pastilles in his pumpkin juice” he said through gritted teeth.

“Draco” you whispered louder, and he turned to face you. “You have nothing to worry about” you said as you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek.

He turned to look at you, “I just wish that everyone knew you were mine” he said.

Winter break came quickly, with you and Draco stealing one last embrace and a chaste kiss in a secluded corridor the morning before you departed for home. Your return home forced you to face the sober reality of your tense parents and what felt like a nation holding its breath for the unknown.

You and Draco were able to exchange written letters via owl, deeming it too dangerous to try to meet in public so near to his home and his parents. You missed him terribly and eagerly awaited every written note, sometimes receiving three or four a day filled with his thoughts, with how much he missed you or even just a silly joke to make you laugh. Your owls likewise provided him with a welcome distraction from the turmoil of being alone for the holidays with his mother, his father’s absence lingering along with the weight of the spring term and all that would be expected of him. He barely spoke to his mother. She was completely withdrawn, often spending hours in the study staring out the window, rubbing a raised scar on her wrist. He left her alone.

Your owls told of a jollier holiday filled with silly stories of your family and muggle traditions with your mother which he found endearing if not a little weird. It felt cruel that you were so close and yet so far away. It made him wonder if you would ever find a time and a place to be together, but he had learned better than to wish for too much and get his hopes up. Even still, despite everything that lay ahead of him, he was eager to return to Hogwarts, to you.

'What about the Room of Requirement?' you wrote to him on the eve before your return to school, remembering how Dumbledore’s Army had used it the year before. It was supposed to turn into whatever you needed. Would the castle provide you with a place to hide from prying eyes? It was worth a try.

On your first night back in the castle you crawled out of bed just before midnight, keenly aware of how much trouble you could get in for being out past curfew with the raised security measures.

You slid on a pair of leggings a sweater and spent far too long fussing with your hair and makeup before slipping through the corridors, ears and eyes attuned to every noise. As you turned the final corner, you saw Draco, head down, pacing in front of the stone wall that held the Room of Requirement. When he heard you, his eyes lifted and immediately brightened and you couldn’t help yourself but to run into his arms. He caught you effortlessly as you wrapped your arms and legs around him. He held you tightly, reveling in the feeling of you being back in arms as you nuzzled against his neck. He sighed a deep sigh of relief knowing that here, for now, you were safe and he could keep you safe.

As if the castle was reading his mind, the stone wall began to shift and shape, presenting a small oak door.

You untangled from each other just long enough for him to take your hand and pull you towards the door. He reached for the handle, paused and slid you behind him as he took out his wand, he couldn’t be too careful, all too aware of the mysteries and danger the Room of Requirement could hold. He opened the door slowly and you peeked around him, hardly believing your eyes.

In front of you was a small room, about a quarter of the size of the Ravenclaw common room adorned with thick Persian carpets, a plush sofa overflowing with pillows and throw blankets, and a fireplace roaring with warm flames that lit the room in a soft glow. Candles lined the walls and various surfaces and a tea set sat on small table with an array of snacks.

It was perfect.

You stepped into the room, admiring every detail as Draco quietly shut the door. As it snicked closed the realization washed over both of you: you were truly alone, you were safe. He didn’t hesitate, crossing to you again and picking you up, one arm around your waist, the other cupping your face as he kissed you, his signature tenderness causing you to hum against his lips and squeeze him tighter. He walked you both to the couch laying you gently down beneath him, hovering on his forearms above you, careful not to crush you with his body weight as his lips left yours only to trace kisses across your cheek, your jaw, your neck and back again before peppering kisses across your nose and forehead, making you laugh. Finally, you pulled back to look at him as you ran your fingers through his hair which was loosely styled without any product in it. He looked more relaxed than you could remember seeing him all of first term as he settled in to lay beside you, the couch big enough for you to lay side by side comfortably as he tucked you into his warm chest and pressed soft kisses absentmindedly to your head and the side of your face.

“M’missed you” he murmured into your hair, eliciting a smile from your lips as you sunk into him. You were so warm and content to just be here, with him, in his arms, not having to hide, or sneak around. He was here with you and he was all yours.

After a while, you turned to face him and found a soft smile on his lips as he drank in your features, so at peace and trusting in him it squeezed his heart. But despite everything, you saw that flash of guilt behind his eyes, quick but present. You reached up to stroke his cheek.

“Talk to me” you whispered.

He looked up at the fire before looking down at you again and sitting up, situating you next to him upright on the couch. There wasn’t a good way to say what he had to say. Certainly not to anyone, let alone you. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands pulling at his mussed hair, begging Merlin that this wouldn’t be the last night that he got spend with you like this. He was breathing heavily, trying to collect himself, trying to muster the words to say when he felt your arms slide around him, a wordless embrace that said simply I’m here.

Before long he released his head, sat up and looked in your eyes.

“I care about. Immeasurably… I-I’m falling in love with you, Y/N, I need you to know that. I also need you to know that if you never want to talk to me again after tonight, I-I’ll understand, it’s okay.”

“Draco, you just told me you’re falling in love with me, how could I ever walk away from you? That aside, you know I never would” you said breathlessly as you leaned forward and pressed your lips against his and his arms circled you tentatively, like he was hesitant to believe what you said but meeting your passion with his own. You grasped his face with your hands and eventually ran your fingers into his hair, breaking the kiss only momentarily, lips lingering on his to say “I am very much falling in love with you too.”

His heart shattered upon hearing that as his eyes squeezed shut, the guilt and self-loathing eclipsing his ability to enjoy what you had said. You took in the pain in his face and slid out of his arms.

“What is it, Draco?” you said quietly.

“Please hold onto that sentiment until you hear what I have to say.”

You couldn’t imagine anything that would change the way you felt about him, but you took his hand in yours, squeezing gently. He swallowed and took a deep breath, pulling his hand away and grasping the end of his sleeve, pulling it up to reveal the hideous mark on his arm beneath. He looked away immediately, unwilling to face it, nor to face you and your reaction before quickly shoving his sleeve back down.

Your breath caught in your throat and your hands clamped over your mouth involuntarily. Harry had been adamant all year that this was true, but you had tuned him out. He was always so quick to point the finger at Draco when he knew nothing about him and now the truth was staring you in the face. The Dark Mark. A mark of evil, of hatred, that spoke death over people like you. Your stomach roiled, a war raging between your head and your heart, screaming, telling you to leave, to run far far from here and never look back. But you read the pained expression on his face, still turned from you. He couldn’t even look at the mark, or you. He was anguished, ashamed. This wasn’t someone that reveled in You Know Who’s plans. You knew that, you always had. These were the same arms that had wrapped around you so tenderly, that hugged you, that made you feel safe.

You took a shaky breath, “Draco, look at me" you said.

He hung his head in refusal.

“Please” you whispered, crawling closer to him on the couch, closing the distance between you and pulling him into a hug. “I’m so sorry” you said finally when he refused to respond.

“You’re sorry?!” he said finally. “What in the world could you possibly have to be sorry about. I’m sorry. I am overwhelmingly sorry.”

“I’m sorry because I imagine you didn’t have much say in the matter, Draco. You Know Who doesn’t seem like someone that takes no for an answer and frankly neither do your parents. So, I’m sorry that you didn’t have a choice.”

There.

Without any explanation from him you were able to understand exactly what he had wanted to say but thought no one would believe. No one cared what a Death Eater had to say for themselves. Everyone lived in a black and white world and yet you were able to pick up on the shades of grey before he had even had a chance to explain it. You simply understood, you simply accepted him, just as he was. Just as the rest of his world was unwilling to do for you.

“I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve your pity or your compassion” he said through gritted teeth, the anguish pulsing through him as he pulled out of your arms and pressed his forehead to yours. “There’s an initiation of sorts, a task I have to complete to prove my allegiance…”

You pulled away to look at him as he hung his head once again. His next words were so quiet you nearly missed them or surely you thought you’d misheard him.

“Dumbledore” he mumbled. “He wants me to… I have to…. kill him.”

Your hands were shaking as you tried to steady them and shook your head.

“What?” you whispered in disbelief, your heart hammering in your chest as tears rushed to your eyes.“Draco, what are you talking about? That can’t-he can’t expect-you would never…” you trailed off, mind turning to the cursed necklace that Katie Bell had touched in Hogsmeade, to the poisoned mead that had almost killed Ron, your classmate, your friend.

Just as your tears overwhelmed you, blurring your vision, you saw Draco place his head back in his hands choking back a sob of his own that managed to tear through his throat despite his best efforts. It was guttural and anguished with the pain of keeping this bottled up for who knew how many months; the regret, the shame, the fear, the self-loathing the insurmountable and unrelenting pressure after every failed attempt and the trail of pain he left in his path. He wept openly for Katie, for Ron, for Dumbledore, for himself and the lack of choice he had in the matter.

Your own sorrow overwhelmed you, but seeing him fall to pieces next to you broke something inside you, so many pieces of the puzzle over the last five years falling into place. So, you wept for him too, for the boy he was and the man he was fighting to be and without thinking you pulled yourself into his lap and hugged him tightly, letting your tears wet his sweatshirt and letting him grasp you desperately as he rocked back and forth, the feeling of your arms around him springing forth a new wave of guilt and regret, his body physically shaking with the force of his pain, but you held him tightly and you didn’t let go.

Eventually, his tears slowed to shaky breaths and you could tell he had nearly exhausted himself. You let go just slightly enough to take his face in your hands, his skin was splotched, his eyes red and swollen, his face damp. You kissed both cheeks and his forehead.

“It will be okay” you said, lying to him, lying to yourself but not knowing what else to say, what else you could possibly say to make this pain go away.

You hadn’t left to go back to your respective common rooms until the sun was nearly breaking the horizon.

You spent the rest of the day going through the motions of breakfast, classes, staring at the same page for over an hour while you studied, your mind whirring over and over on the information you learned.

That night, you were worried Draco wouldn’t want to see you again. You didn’t have any classes together and you hadn’t seen him all day. You padded to the Room of Requirement, and your heart dropped when he wasn’t waiting for you. You paced back and forth for several minutes, tucking yourself into an alcove at the sound of approaching footsteps when you peered out and saw it was him. You walked hesitantly to him, and he took your hand in his, brushing a kiss against your fingers as he led you inside.

That night you talked about everything, about his parents, about the vanishing cabinet, about what it was like to be in the presence of You Know Who, his eyes getting a faraway, detached look in them. He never let you go, constantly touching your hand, rubbing his thumb over your fingers, or pulling your legs to drape over his where he would draw circles on your thigh as he talked. You could tell that the talking was helping and for now all you could do was listen as you rested your head on his shoulder.

He kept glancing at you like he was surprised to see you still sitting there after everything he’d said, and he was, shocked, truthfully. But guilt and shame gave way to comfort, a grounding that you were still here after everything he’d said, after he’d bared the ugliest and darkest parts of his soul. He could trust you to stay and you finally understood what was at stake, his life, his family, your own, perhaps everything you knew and loved. He seemed to breath easier once he had gotten so much off of his chest, but you felt there was still something that bothered him in the way his eyes glanced at you, like you were going to break or disappear.

“What is it?” you asked.

“They’re coming here and I have no way to keep you safe. I don’t even know when they’re going to show up. I won’t be able to warn you.”

The words tumbled out of him, the worry clear across his face. You squeezed his hand.

“I-I’ll be okay” you said, your reassurance waning. It was getting harder and harder to be strong against the enormity of what he had shared with you.

“Okay isn’t good enough. I don’t know how to keep you safe. Absolutely safe. To prevent anything bad from happening to you… Nothing bad can happen to you” he said as he pressed his forehead to yours and breathed heavily.

And for once, you didn’t know what to say.

As the sun rose, he pressed a kiss to your lips, knowing that that feeling would have to carry him for the day before you parted in the hallway. You headed for your dormitory but he made straight for the library. There had to be an answer he wasn’t thinking of. A spell, a way you could apparate, someplace he could hide you where no one would ever come looking for you, and he was going to find it.

He skipped every class that day as he scoured through book after book for safety spells, hexes, charms, even herbology textbooks, couldn’t there be a weed you could swallow that would make you invisible? Nothing seemed good enough. He was pacing back and forth when he walked by the restricted section. He had had no luck elsewhere, it seemed he didn’t have a choice. He slipped inside, quickly orienting himself towards a section on dark magic. He had no intention of cursing you or using any sort of dark magic anywhere in your vicinity, but he was desperate for an answer, for anything.

It was near dinnertime and his eyes were blurring from a sleepless night and a lack of food. He pulled the next book over to him, 'A Brief History of Death Eaters'. My people he thought bitterly as he flipped it open, thumbing through the pages, scanning images of the Dark Mark, making his own crawl under his skin, and nearly skimming past another series of pages displaying a different sort of mark of raised scars near the wrist. This caught his attention. He’d seen the same mark on his mother. Anima Notam, he read, The Soul’s Brand and he sat up a little straighter.

While technically completely unrelated to dark magic or Death Eaters, it was a charm commonly used by spouses of Death Eaters, a linking spell, tying them to each other. There wasn’t much written about it, it seemed like the extent of its powers were unknown, only that the charm was only as strong as the souls’ connection to each other and that there could be protective powers in it. He grabbed the book and quickly sought out more, finding two or three other books that referenced it, each confirming that there was an element of protection. It seemed promising and he began to get his hopes up as he flipped back to the first book to study further how to perform the spell. His heart sank as his eyes skimmed words like “searing” “burning” “excruciatingly painful” “a brand that would leave the initials of the Death Eater on their arm forever.” No. He wouldn’t cause you any more pain than he already had and he wouldn’t make you commit yourself to his name on your body for the rest of your life. He wasn’t sure why he had expected this to be easier. The sun was nearly setting, so he ripped the pages out of the book, shoving them in his pocket before retreating back to his room.

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[ladiesofhpfest]

Silent Help by @piximera-fic

Our fifth fic of the day is here! This one features a rare pair - Ginny x Blaise!

Snippet and link below!

Ginny didn’t scream or make any other sounds, it wouldn’t help her, not that she would be safe once he called out for the Death Eaters. To her surprise he didn’t do the typical Death Eater in training things she expected him to do, he didn’t call out to the rest of the guards, he didn’t threaten her, and even though his wand was aiming at her he hadn’t cast any binding charms on her.  

Tightening her fingers around her own wand she wondered if she could hex him before he had the chance to do it first, but then both their attention was snatched by a Death Eater who called out to Zabini, asking him if he saw anything. As the Death Eater was slowly making his way towards the corner where Ginny and Zabini stood she was certain luck was no longer on her side, but then Zabini did something she hadn’t anticipated, he grabbed her robes and pushed her against the wall while covering her mouth with one hand and signing for her to stay silent with the other. He then turned the corner and faced the Death Eater, and in a calm and steady voice he confirmed the Death Eater's suspicions of hearing something, but that it came from the opposite side of the hallway.  

[acciotheomione]

Tying the Nott by ShayaLonnie

In a post-war world where Hermione is friends with Draco Malfoy and most of her friends have developed relationships with former Slytherin classmates, Hermione is single. However, when former Death Eater—Theo Nott—is dying, Hermione is guilted into marrying him to save his life.

*Indefinite Hiatus—Not Abandoned*

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Archive Warning(s): Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood/Draco Malfoy, Daphne Greengrass/Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley

Additional tags: Post-Hogwarts, Explicit Language, Explicit Sexual Content, Aftermath of Violence, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Curses, Canonical Character Death, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Characters That Died In Canon Survive Because Fanfic Magic

[happilykrispypirate]

Impossible (Ch. 4)

Pairings: Mattheo Riddle x fem!Soulmate!Potter!reader.

Warnings: Swearing, some angst and my shitty writing.

Summary: Mattheo and the reader are made for each other, literally. In a world where soulmates are connected through physical and emotional pain and a tattoo on the back of their left wrist, Mattheo and the reader must struggle to find a way to cope with the fact that their soulmate is on the opposing team.

A/N: Sorry I have been meaning to update, we recently moved so everything has been kind of hectic. Also sorry for the shitty chapter, I have some ideas but it has to be in the next one, which is also going to be the last one for the 6th year.

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@abaker74 @evycloudberry

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"It's like he completely different person," Hermione said.

It's a few days after the incident in the Great Hall. Hermione had finally gotten the guts to ask me about what happened.

"I know," I said, "He can be the nicest person but he is the biggest asshole to exist. You know he's only nice to me when there are other people around."

"You don't have to worry about him anymore," She said sitting down next to me. We were in the Slytherin common room, "Everyone's avoiding him, even Ginny."

"She shouldn't, he's her soulmate," I said.

"She said she doesn't want anything to do with him at the moment," Hermione said, "It was all her choice."

"Anyway, I have to go, I'm meeting Ron for a date in about an hour," She said.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I said and waved at her as she left the common room.

Not even 5 minutes later Pansy and the boys walked in. They were out getting snacks for the night. We decided we'd have a sleep over in the common area.

"Hello love, I got your favourite!" Mattheo smiled holding up the snack as he walked over to me.

"How did you know this is my favourite?" I asked looking at him as he sat down next to me.

"I saw you stuffing your face with them during one of the daydream things," He said smiling.

"Okay, makes sense," I said chuckling.

"Hey Mattheo, come help me here," Theo said.

I had found a projector in the Room of Requirement so I asked McGonagall if I could take it.

I loved watching movies with Dudley in the living room when everyone was sleeping. We would set up the projector and make a big fort.

I was watching the boys string up the sheet. Pansy was sitting next to me, also watching them. They lifted their hands about their heads making their shirts lift, showing off their V-lines.

"Fuck I'm seriously considering going to Paris right now," I said my mouth agape.

"I'll come with you," She said and we looked at each other before bursting out giggling.

-

Mattheo had his arms wrapped around me as we watched the movie. Pansy was with Blaise, Draco, Theo and Enzo all laid SEPERATELY (they were secretly cuddling but they told me if I ever told anyone they would kill me).

The door to the common room opened and Dumbledore walked in with Snape. Snape puts on the light and we all sit up and look at each other confused.

"Ms Potter and Mr Riddle, please follow us," Snape said.

Mattheo and I looked at each other confused before we got up and followed them.

Mattheo was obviously nervous, Snape calling him can only be a bad thing, but Dumbledore as well? That's even worse. Mattheo grabbed a hold of my hand as we followed Snape and Dumbledore into Dumbledore's office.

As we entered, we saw Hermione and Ron with Harry standing as far away from them as possible. He glared at me and Mattheo as we walked in.

"What is he doing here?" Mattheo asked pulling me over to the other side of him, away from Harry.

"Do not worry, Mr Riddle, if Mr Potter tries anything with Ms Potter, he will be out of here faster than he can say expeliarmus," Snape said glaring at Harry.

"What is this about professor?" I asked looking at Dumbledore.

(Honestly I cannot remember much of the movies and I haven't read the 6th book yet, so the following is going to a lot of bullshit, and I am very sorry)

"When Voldemort tried to kill you and Harry, we all thought he was dead. It was his physical body that was destroyed. His soul was split into 8 pieces, Horcruxes," Dumbledore said, "By destroying these 8 horcruxes, we will have the chance to kill him."

"You two have already destroyed one of the Horcruxes when you ventured down into the Chamber of Secrets to save Ginny Weasley," Snape said as he held up the diary with the hole in the middle of it.

"Now I have located another one but I am going to need your help," Dumbledore said.

I looked over at Mattheo, I knew that he was scared, I could feel it. He was betraying his father. He looked over at me and nodded.

I turned back to Dumbledore, "How can we help?"

[dracowars]

Really love your draco ficsss 🤗🤗🤗 i was wondering if you can make one before the war where draco obliviated reader then looks for her after the war aaaa would love to see your take on ittt tag me

remember me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,8k

summary: where draco obliviates y/n

a/n: while doing research for this one i didn’t even know that when you use obliviate, you can’t reverse it anymore if you’ve used the wand for another spell :o i guess you always learn something new lmao @belladaises i hope you like it! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Footsteps and screams echo through the dark corridors of Hogwarts as Draco finds himself in one of the hallways after apparating there mere seconds ago. Getting to the right place at the right time, he immediately gets hold of some of the Slytherins, including his friends, whom he pulls with him, informing them about his – or rather Lord Voldemort’s – plan. Draco knows what he has to do, but he also knows the consequences his actions will have.

His hands are shaking, and he is having a difficult time to breathe after they walked from one side of the castle to the other, wands drawn and always at the ready in case there are any emergencies or incidents on their way. What Draco did not expect, however, is that he will find you along his way.

With a pained expression on your face, you lean against one of the cold brick walls, about to lose your footing and to fall to the ground when Draco is already at your side and catches you in his arms before you can hit the hard floor. Previously, he quickly ordered Blaise and Goyle to move on without him and wait for him until he is done here. Carefully, Draco sinks to the ground with you and places you close to him in order to be able to take a closer look at you.

“Y/N! Y/N, what happened?”, he asks you with concern in his voice and already reproaches himself internally for not being here to fight by your side. But he knows that he can’t. After all, you are on the opposite sides in this terrible war.

Slowly, you raise your head and do not seem to recognize him at first, until your vision clears, and you look directly into his worried face. You immediately push yourself closer to him, his closeness bringing you some calmness and making you feel protected and safe, although walls are blown up around you while wizards and witches give their lives in the bitter fight for Hogwarts.

“D-Draco? You are here”, you breath out, your voice rough and strained from your previous screams. You had split up into groups to face the Death Eaters, but you were separated from them when a part of the ceiling fell down, several pieces burying you beneath them. The hope that is now reflected in your eyes upon seeing him, here and with you, breaks Draco’s heart. You really think he is on your side.

It is only when you groan in pain that Draco realizes that you are clutching your leg, which is covered in blood.

“Come on, I will get you out of here”, he whispers to you and helps you straighten up, the guilt plaguing him. You are badly injured, and he was not here to prevent you from getting hurt. Carefully, he puts your arm around his shoulder so you can move faster together than if he would carry you. Since it is not anything than safe here right now, Draco hurries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“It is not as bad as it looks. I promise”, you try to calm him down, but once your foot touches the ground you twitch in insufferable pain and pull your foot back with a hiss, your hand immediately going to your tigh where it hurts the most.

“What happened?”

“I was careless and then a part of the ceiling buried me beneath it.”

The shock on Draco’s face is enormous when he realizes what could have happened, how it could have ended with you laying under masses of bricks with no one knowing. That he could and still can lose you in this bitter war for life and death. Briefly, he carefully inspects your leg – broken – and without any hesitation, he picks you up in his arms and carries you to a safer place. The safest place would probably be where all students, who do not fight, are hiding, but if Draco asked you about it, he would have to pass this very important piece of information on. And thus, he would also leave you to a terrible fate.

“You are safe here. For the time being”, he finally says as he places you at the end of a staircase that no longer leads to where it originally should, and kneels down in front of you, stroking his hand over your cheek lovingly. Shaking, you place your own on top of his and press his palm to your skin to feel its warmth.

“Draco, if we make it to the seventh floor then-“

“Do not tell me. Please”, he almost begs you. His pleading leaves you puzzled and slowly but surely makes you doubt why he is actually here. Gently, Draco takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You sadly watch him until you bring up the courage to ask this one question that burns on your tongue.

“Why are you here, Draco?”

The realization hits you like a train, much more painful than the pain in your leg, when he just looks at you with glassy eyes and fails to give you an answer. Tears well up in your eyes when you notice that you no longer have your loving boyfriend in front of you, but your enemy.

“Why, Draco?”, you ask him desperately, the first tear already finding its way down your cheek, but Draco does not have the heart to look into your eyes, too scared to see the pain and disappointment in them. Sighing, he shakes his head, letting it sink.

“Everything will be fine, I promise”, he manages to say while his heart contracts in pain. Suddenly, he perceives voices that are still far away, but he hears them coming closer. With trembling hands, he reaches for your wand, which is sticking out of your boot as he has made his final decision. Confused, you look back and forth between him and the wand in his hand.

“What are you going to do? D-Draco? You do not have to do this”, you stutter out as he looks directly at you with his gray eyes which seem much darker now. Gray eyes that once shone with so much affection and now only radiate a tremendous coldness that makes you shudder.

“Now listen carefully to what I say, Y/N. You have to promise me that you will not use your wand anymore”, Draco explains to you, but you can only look at him speechlessly while tears run down your cheeks in waterfalls, not knowing what he will do next.

“I am so sorry”, is the last thing he says to you before casting a spell. “Obliviate.”

With these words, Draco pulls any memories you have of him out of your mind. Every shared laughter, every shared grief, he frees you from all of it. He frees you from the burden of ever knowing him.

With one quick movement he puts your wand back in its original place and quickly stands up, watching how your face loses all emotion as you abruptly stop crying over nothing. Before he can regret his decision, he turns away from you and looks into the corridor from which he previously heard the voices. At the other end of the corridor, he discovers Neville Longbottom, who is running through Hogwarts with some students. Clenching his fists, Draco walks in the middle of the corridor, facing them from afar.

“Neville!”, Draco shouts as loud as he can, immediately gaining Neville’s attention, who now comes running towards him with his wand drawn, ready to attack. Draco swiftly runs back to where you still lean against the wall, but just as Neville turns around the corner, Draco disapparates to another part of Hogwarts.

You are safe at last.

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Surrounded by nothing but rubble and ashes, Draco wanders through the last remains of Hogwarts alone. His clothes are torn apart, and his face is soiled – all signs of the bitter fight that took place here before. But now it is over. They lost.

But Draco does not care who won or lost. He chose to switch sides in the end anyway. All he wants now is one more thing: to find you and to make sure you are okay. Every time he trips over a lifeless body on the ground, he looks away in fear that he may recognize your face in one of the corpses. Pressing his hand against his aching left shoulder, he walks into what is left of the Great Hall and a glimmer of hope builds inside of him as he recognizes Neville standing in the middle of it.

Quickening his pace, Draco walks towards him, his gaze fixed on the people he is currently talking to. When Draco gets to them, however, his heart sinks and panic pervades him as he does not see you. You are not here.

Desperately searching for any signs of you, he looks around, his pulse getting faster by the second, until Neville finally taps on his shoulder and points to somewhere behind him. Draco turns around immediately, only to see you limp into the Great Hall with the help of Ginny Weasley, improvised stabilization around your broken leg.

Tears of joy well up in Draco’s eyes and he cannot help but run up to you and close you in a tight hug that almost knocks the both of you off your feet. Draco exhales in relief, clutching his arms around your fragile body, glad to hold you in his arms again, until he notices that you are trying to push him away.

Realization his Draco and he abruptly moves away from you.

“What was that supposed to mean?”, you ask him reproachfully, irritated as to why Draco Malfoy almost suffocated you in a hug.

“I- Well-“, he stutters, but the fact that you actually do not know him anymore is driving an ache through Draco’s chest again. “Where is your wand?”

“Excuse me?”, you huff out, the confusion evident on your face, but Draco quickly reaches for you wand before you can react, which pokes out of your boot, as always. Internally praying that you listened to him and did not use it when he was not by your side, he reverses the Memory Charm and watches a white streak touch your temple, piercing through your skin before vanishing completely.

You blink once, then a few times rapidly, adjusting your eyes to the light and when your gaze falls on Draco, tears well up in your eyes right away.

“Thank God”, Draco sighs in relief and hugs you tightly, but this time you actually return the hug. Weeping, you claw your hands into his shirt, your tears wetting the fabric, whispering what an idiot he had been and that he should never do this to you again. But at this moment nothing else matters.

You survived and found each other again despite the difficulties and obstacles. And from now on nothing and no one will separate you again. Ever.

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Ah! Can you do Cheater! Harry Potter x Hufflepuff reader? Harry cheats on the reader and she did not like how she was treated by Harry. Which is worst, Harry even embarrassed her in public when they were arguing, blinded by anger (y/n) joins to the death eaters and she was able to do some evil deeds successfully without being noticed. Voldemort was even amused by (y/n)’s actions.

Perhaps, (y/n) will be Voldemort’s second command. (Y/n) will be wearing a mask when she was hunting the golden trio and even Harry admits that the masked death-eater who was trying to kill them is hard to defeat and seemed too experienced in dueling.

Maybe, (y/n) was revealed as the masked figure when they were captured in the Malfoy manor as Bellatrix mocks the trio about someone who was an imposter at Hogwarts and it wasn’t just Draco. Bellatrix pulls the hood off revealing it was (y/n) who didn’t show any emotions towards him.

His once beloved Hufflepuff who turns to the dark side.

TOGETHER.

Harry Potter x Hufflepuff!Reader

It was inevitable really,

The switch of sides.

She was sat on a pedestal,

The purest of the pure,

The kindest of the kind.

Her wide doe eyes never failing to light up whenever he would enter the room.

And they were perfect,

Together

Seemingly.

It didn’t happen at once.

No, it was a large gradual build up,

Destined to break from the beginning.

Because when two perfect golden kids look into a glass mirror that only they can see through,

There will be cracks, small ones, almost unnoticeable …

Just waiting for the big blow at the glass for it to finally shatter all around them.

It wasn’t even intentional at first, when he would ignore their plans to recklessly run off with his mates only to be found in the morning with a barrel of apologies and chocolates that he missed their date.

But one missed date turned into three, and then five, then 7, and then 10.

Apologies still came the following day, but with time they were became less sincere.

And soon enough the good morning kisses on the lips that were never failed to be gave slowly turned into a kiss on the cheek, or on the forehead or her hairline instead.

Still Together,

Yet feeling so apart.

Then came her birthday …

Which he must of also forgotten since he was found in the library tutoring one Ginny Weasley.

She didn’t let herself be seen, she wouldn’t let him see her, vulnerable with teary eyes.

So instead she began her fast pace walk down the multiple corridors desperately searching for some silence where she could just sit and be upset without being bombarded with housemates in her common room.

Finally a dark and lonely corridor made its way into her vision, so she sat, and she cried.

She cried for the person she fell in love with, who was so much like herself in so many ways. She remembered they used to talk to each other about how the immense pressure of trying to be perfect and trying to keep up being ‘the golden child’ was so exhausting, feeling alone even when they had 10 other people around them. They would seek comfort in each other and let their guard down.

Now she felt so alone again, she wasn’t sure what she had done to cause harry to drift away from her and practically avoid her at breakfast and in the halls now. She felt isolated.

And at that moment, where she looked her weakest, multiple pairs of footsteps were heard coming in the direction of her dark and lonely corridor.

Not even bothering looking up and hoping that whoever it was would take a hint and just leave them be, she kept her head down lowered in her hands, knees pushed up together, so her chin had a resting place.

But then the footsteps slowed, and then stopped completely to a halt.

‘y/n?’

‘y/l/n?’

Her first and last name spewed out of their mouths, she realised now she was looking at 3 pairs of feet before her.

Recognisable voices ?

She sniffled and then decided to look up at their faces, who were probably planning on mocking her now.

There, the faces of Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and … Draco Malfoy ?… were standing.

All together.

But instead of the usual smirks crawling up onto their faces, a mix of shock and pity were etched upon them. She didn’t want pity.

‘Get on with it then, if you plan on laughing at me and then spreading the news to the entire school that the perfect happy Hufflepuff was crying in a little corridor then go right ahead, I can’t be bothered stopping you all today’

Theodore was the first to kneel down to her level,

Placing one hesitant hand onto her shin and successfully capturing eye contact.

‘What’s got you all upset over here love?’

She knew Theodore, not well, but they were acquainted. Theo tutored her in transfiguration last year and was surprisingly kind through the whole process.

She just shrugged and looked away once again, not wanting any attention, just to be left alone.

‘Cmon, we don’t bite’

‘Really, I thought that was the whole point of a snake’

The unexpected reaction of chuckling came from one Blaise Zabini,

‘that was a good one’ he snorted

The slightest hint of a smile was etched onto Draco’s mouth, and he too knelt down.

‘What’s bothering you this much to have you sitting down moping in a dirty alley’

She looked up at him and was surprised to see his usual hard eyes a shade softer,

Before she could even open her mouth to respond Blaise beat her to it,

‘I’m feeling lonely up this tall, let me join in on the friendship circle, move over Malfoy��

‘It’s not a friendship circle Zabini’ Draco quickly interjected

‘Well it sure looks like one to me and I wanna join.’ He squished his way between Theo and Draco and sat down cross legged in front of me.

It was quite an amusing sight, all three of the schools most feared Slytherins sitting in a close huddle, looking not the slightest bit scary.

‘okay … so, what’s got you all upset hm?’

And that was the beginning of the end.

A new friendship formed between the unlikely group,

Whenever Harry would bail on her she would just go and hang about with her new friends.

Harry wasn’t the least bit suspicious of anything, he barely made any time to see her at all anymore anyway, so she spent most of her time up in the Slytherin dorms.

She found it a whole lot more fun than before, she got to be herself with them, unlike everyone else who expected only a certain version of her.

They weren’t supportive of her relationship, but anyone who knew the ins and outs of it like they did wouldn’t be, their hate for the potter boy just multiplied after hearing her side of what had been going on.

But It wasn’t until one evening at dinner when things went downhill …

She was sitting at the Gryffindor table for dinner as usual squished in between Hermione and Dean and across from Harry and Ron.

All separate conversations of small talk were made before Harry decided it was the perfect time to drop a bomb …

No privacy, everyone near could hear.

‘So, hey listen y/n love’

She turned her head toward him, a sweet smile adorning her face ‘hm?’

‘How about tonight, we sneak out to Hogsmeade or something, y’know, catch up. Feel like I haven’t seen you for ages’

‘Oh. Sorry Harry, I can’t tonight I already have plans, we can go tomorrow night instead though right?’

Uh- no I can’t do tomorrow, can’t you reschedule whatever you’ve got going on tonight for another time?’

‘I can’t tonight Harry, I’m sorry, how about we just go on Saturday with everyone else’ she shrugged with a small smile still present on her lips

‘Well yeah, we could but I just wanted it to be special or something’ his eyes pointed downward

‘Oh … well that’s really sweet-‘

‘Yeah. Who did you say you have you got plans with again?’

She quirked an eyebrow,

‘I didn’t?’

So, who are you seeing?’ his eyes slightly harder

‘Um … well, I-‘

‘y/n’ he sighed impatiently

‘yes.’

‘who is it you’re seeing? I haven’t seen much of you around at all actually, only ever at dinner and in between classes, who are you spending all this time with lately?!’ he became louder on every word now.

‘just some friends!’

‘what friends?! Hermione is with Ron and I, Diggory graduated last year, Dean and Seamus are in our dorm most of the time, Luna has her alone time in the forbidden forest with the thresterals, you and Cho only ever talk at the DA and Ginny is far too busy with me to ever-‘

Suddenly he stopped short, eyes wide.

Her eyes raked up and down his face,

Her head cocked to the side, tongue now resting in the side of her mouth creating a slight bulge in her right cheek.

She leaned in slightly, not paying everyone else watching the slightest bit of attention.

‘Ginny and yourself are too busy doing … what?’

Every house table now had their eyes on the couple, which included her Slytherin trio, eyes stern and clenched jaws waiting for Harrys next words.

He gulped, suddenly all too aware of the eyes resting on him.

‘y/n-‘

She gave tight smile,

‘yes harry’

…

‘I-i, swear, it was a mistake, I love you! only you, I promise-‘

She let out a sigh, face strained in disappointment and anger, furthering Harry’s sudden regret.

Feeling the string that held them together, break loose.

‘How long?’

‘I- what?’

‘How long’ she questioned suddenly a lot sterner, eyes hard toward him.

He avoided her eyes.

‘2 weeks.’

Gasps surrounded them, and suddenly a lot of the eyes moved to Ginny Weasley who was further down the table, shrinking into herself.

He scrambled to pick up his messes

‘But y/n, I swear we’ve just kissed, nothing else, I promise, I would never-‘

‘you would never what?’

‘i- well, y’know…’

Beside him Ron made a face, probably disgusted at what he was hinting at was to do with his little sister.

‘right. Well,’ she shrugged ‘I guess you can now, don’t worry, we’re over. Bye harry.’

She flashed him an overly fake smile, picked up her things and made a brisk exit.

But only Harry’s eyes noticed the pack of Slytherins following not so discreetly behind her, yet for once, made no move to investigate further.

Face hard and steps wide, she kept her composure.

Knowing who was following right behind her, she made her way to their common room.

Once they got inside the dorm, she let herself flop face first into the closest bed; which happened to be Theo’s.

‘ugh’

And in came the fuming boys,

‘how could he do that?!’

‘to you of all people’

‘you’re so sweet’

‘like a bunny’

‘so sweet’

‘and soft’

‘and pretty’

… ‘like a bunny’

‘OKAY’

Silence then occurred.

She let herself twist around so she was now on her back looking up at the ceiling.

‘I need a change’

‘a change?’ Blaise’s eyebrow shot upward in confusion

‘yes, a change.’

‘um- like what?’ came theo’s befuddled response

She begrudgingly pulled herself up on her elbows,

‘yeah, like to flip a switch, and just be completely different… or something like that, I don’t know’

She sighed and lay back down.

The three boys shared a look, which of course she didn’t notice since she was staring motionlessly at the roof above her.

The middle of the beginning of the end,

It began after the discussion that the boys and herself had about the switch.

Go big or go home, right?

The end of their 6th year was quickly approaching and then the plan would come into progression.

Joining you-know-who on his mission to destroy Harry Potter, and win the war entirely.

To rule.

When the holidays approached she came home with the Malfoys who took a quick liking to her and her … aura? , or something like that they said … ?

Through the holidays entirety she made an impression on the dark lord,

An odd match, her being an itty bitty Hufflepuff and the darkest wizard of their time.

But it worked, somehow.

She liked this a lot better,

Here she was in power, people respected her and trusted her,

While she worked with the DA she was just brushed off as the chosen one’s Hufflepuff girlfriend,

But here, she was their very own chosen one.

Chosen to blindside Potter and leave him feeling betrayed and alone.

Like how he did to her.

None of us returned to Hogwarts after that,

Not many people did.

The war had officially begun,

Dumbledore dead after the task,

The dark side rising above,

Nobody was safe.

So when Harry and his friends showed up at the Manor,

Dragged in bloody and bruised,

Its safe to say she wasn’t surprised.

It was almost bittersweet,

The 4 were close even before Harry and she started dating, best friends with Hermione, and Ron was like a brother.

But now, they were at the end.

Opposite sides of the war,

Lethal to each other.

So she let out a sad smile before Bellatrix pulled her closer to Harry’s puffed up blotchy face.

As she stared into his eyes, which she used to find the most beautiful in the entire world,

She felt weak.

This was Harry, her harry!

What was she doing, what had she done?!

The one person who they had fought together and worked to get rid of, was now working with her? What is she doing?

But then…

She also recalled Harry not having any issue pushing her aside,

Cheating on her,

Using her,

Ignoring her,

Not fighting for her,

And suddenly …

She was emotionless,

and she felt no guilt in saying,

‘Yes. This is him, Harry Potter.’

Stepping back and removing her mask,

Harry’s eyes went glassy and wide.

Not wide with anger, but with resent for himself.

How could he do this? What had he done?!

He pushed her so far that she felt her only choice was with the dark side…

And so he put his head down without defence, and let himself be known.

Because if he realised what he had done and the consequences of it sooner,

They would still be together,

Fighting together,

On the same side.

But this was a lot of his doing,

So accepted his fate.

Together,

Just not quite how they’d once planned.

(authors note; this isn't edited or proof read, my first time writing something like this so I'm sorry if it isn't what you were hoping for <3 thank you for reading :) )

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[softly-potter]

Milk & Honey

Summary: Recently widowed, Draco and Hermione give dating a try. 

Pairing: Draco X Hermione

Word Count: 4,201

Warning: none

A/N:  Inspired by the quote “I’ve had sex, she said. But I don’t know, What making love, Feels like” by Rupi Kaur.

Find Chapter 2 Here

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Chapter 1

Hermione has almost forgotten how she landed a date with her ex-death eater coworker. She always knew Pansy Parkinson would be a thorn in her side, but she never knew the witch would be the ultimate matchmaker.

“What about Blaise?”

“No.”

“Adrian, maybe?”

“No.”

“How about Draco?”

“I don’t think Malfoy's dating.” Hermione sighs, placing her quill down in defeat as she glares up at Pansy, who is currently trying to get her back into the dating world.

“Oh come on,” Pansy sniffs, leaning against Hermione's desk. “You and Ron broke up years ago, and I’ve heard you admit the following two things; you and Ron are better off as friends, and Draco is ‘quite handsome’.” Pansy holds her hands up, making air quotes around the last two words. Hermione glances at the back of the blonde's head, his shoulders straight as he pours over documents.

Working at the ministry did have its perks, but being in such a close, constant proximity to the forever gossiping Pansy was not one of them. Pansy rolls her eyes, placing a manicured hand flat on the desk.

“He hasn’t dated anyone since Astoria, and based on previous experience, I know he can be a doll of a boyfriend. He just hasn’t…” Pansy pauses, glancing over at the man of her subject, “branched out.”

“Well can you blame him? And no, I’m not hung up on Ron.” Hermione snaps, grabbing her quill. Astoria Greengrass and the sole heir to the Malfoy estate had been something of a coveted item for nearly two years. It was assumed that they would marry, and based on how Malfoy had been with her, it seems that marriage had been his intention as well.

Everyone knew of Astorias blood curse, so when she fell ill, it truly came at no surprise to the public. However, when she publicly broke up with Draco by posting an article in the Daily Profit, well, that indeed came as a shock. Both Astoria and her sister Daphne left for Switzerland a few months after she had grown sick, and when Daphne had returned alone, nearly a month later, everyone understood why.

“I still don’t think Astoria should have done that. Left him so he could ‘be free of an illness that has so raptured my body’ as she so kindly put it.” Pansy says, and Hermione rolls her eyes.

“Do be kind, Pans.” She replies, looking away from Malfoy's head, her voice low. “She knew what was going to happen. She wanted to spare him the pain, I suppose.” Pansy nods, her bob moving along with her.

“Please Granger, let me set you up on a blind date with someone.” Pansy pleads, eyes shining. “And if you don’t like them, you can hex me into next year.”

“I'm just so busy with work at The Ministry and Ginny's pregnancy.” Hermione replies, hoping Pansy would bugger off soon and let her work in peace. Pansy stands, holding her hands in defeat.

“Just promise if someone asks, you’ll give them a shot.” She asks, clasping her hands, earning yet another eye roll from Hermione.

“Fine.” Hermione replies, waving Pansy away. “If someone asks, I’ll give them a shot. Maybe.”

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Hermione is early to the office the next morning, surprisingly, since she stayed up all night with Ginny on the telephone. Harry and Hermione had finally convinced Ginny to allow the Potter household muggle-machinery, a telephone being one of them, and Ginny was often hooked into having late night conversations.

Yawning, Hermione pushes open the door, waving to the clerk that sat behind the front desk as she makes her way to her own desk. To her surprise, Malfoy is leaning against her desk, his arms folded over his chest and eyes staring into the distance.

“Goodmorning,” Hermione says politely, placing her briefcase on the surface. “Is there something…I can help you with?” Malfoy turns to look at her, a slight scowl dancing across his features, uncrossing his arms as he says, “Pansy has an extraordinarily obnoxious voice.”

Hermione laughs. “Well, you should know since you did date her.” Draco rolls his eyes, replying with a tone dripping with sarcasm. “I suppose, but I must’ve forgotten how much she can harp on and on about anything.” Nodding in reply, Hermione flicks open her briefcase.

“Well, what does Pansy say this time?” She asks, carefully unloading the documents she needs for today's work. She can see Malfoy stand straight, fixing his color slightly and he takes a breath.

“Let's have it out, Granger.”

“Have what?”

Malfoy stares, his grey eyes hard and she can almost physically feel his annoyance grow. “She won’t leave me alone. She nearly wrote me a dozen letters saying you and I would be…decent, together. So, let's try it, tomorrow night, maybe, after work?”

He’s looking at her with such exasperation, Hermione's cheeks begin to warm. “I'm missing something, aren’t I?” She asks, and he nods fevertly.

“A date, Granger.” He says, his eyes boring into hers. “Go on a date with me and you can tell Pansy how much you dislike me after, then she’ll leave us both alone.”

Hermione could smack herself with how oblivious she feels, and by the expression on his face, Malfoy would smack her too.

“Malfoy, we don’t need t–”

“Tomorrow then, after work?” He interrupts, straightening his cufflinks. The whole situation is so bizarre, so out of character and odd, that Hermione has no reply. He takes it as a yes, nodding once. “The Three broomsticks should work. Let's say 7pm.” And he walks off, leaving Hermione gaping awkwardly at her desk.

Ah yes, that was how she landed the date. The rest was history, at least in her world.

In the months that follow, Hermione and Draco date. After a cautiously yet enjoyable evening at the Three broomsticks, Draco tells her he hasn’t talked this much to one individual in months. They go out again and again, each place slightly nicer and more upscale than the last, Draco fronting the tab every time. Hermione isn’t sure how they click, how their war-wounded souls fit one another, but they do, and she simply can’t get enough of it.

After nearly three months of fine dining and timid hand holding, Hermione begins to fret that he wants out.

“Hermione, why on earth would you think that?” Ginny asks, her feet propped up on the loveseat she picked out for Easter, her hand caressing her swollen belly. “He’s obviously smitten with you.”

“Well, he hasn’t really…made any moves.” Hermione whispers, wringing her hands as she sits across from her oldest friend, fretting about her relationship. “Sometimes he holds my hand but we haven’t even kissed.”

“You haven’t even kissed?” Ginny echos, sitting up slightly. “My goodness what are you a nun?”

“No no,” Hermione sighs, waving away the comment. “It’s just…with how his last relationship ended, I don’t want to push him into anything that he’s uncomfortable with.” Hermione knows Draco likes her, maybe even deeply cares for her, but living in the glittering shadow of Astoria’s ghost was hard. She always feared she could never live up to the standards of his past, a beautiful socialite who died far too early then was fair.

“I get your anxiety, ‘Mione, really I do but,”Ginny says softly, reaching out to Hermione. “Astorias gone. You know it, Draco knows it, and he wants you. If you’re tired of waiting, why don’t you kiss him?”

“Me?” Hermione gasps. “I couldn’t, I just, I wouldn’t know how to even go about that. Plus, he might not want me to.”

“Oh he does,” Ginny counters, wiggling her brows. “Harrys told me something and I’ve gotta say ‘Mione. You should jump on that.”

The next evening as Hermione cleans up their dishes from dinner in her flat, she decides to jump on it.

“Draco, do you not find me attractive?” She instantly regrets the words as they leave her mouth. He looks at her in confusion, his white blond brows furrow together as he leans forward.

“Heavens no, I find you incredibly…” he falters, looking from her face quickly down her body and then up again. “I find you incredible.”

“Well I just…well what are you waiting for then?” She replies, determination seeping into her voice. “I am fine with taking things slowly, for I am a slow and steady person myself, but I just want to know if there’s a reason, is it my hair?” She reaches up, pushing a curl back. “I know it's incredibly unruly.”

She opens her mouth to continue with her protest, but Draco leans forward—the both of them standing by the kitchen table—and takes her hands in his. He’s tall, several inches taller than her, and she has to crane her neck to look into his face. Adoration sparkles in his grey eyes, and he smiles.

“Granger, do you want me to kiss you?” He asks, his voice soft. Her stomach flips, the room suddenly growing warmer.

“Only if yo—”

“Don’t think,” he interrupts, squeezing her hand softly. “Just answer.” She pauses, looking between their clasped hands and his tall frame.

Dropping her hands, he slowly cups her face, his long fingers supporting her jaw and inching slightly past her hairline. “Do you want me to kiss you, Hermione.”

It’s posed as a demand, not a question, and he’s so close she can feel the soft caress of his breath across her lips.

“Yes.” She whispers, abandoning fear and she closes her eyes as he leans down, pressing his lips against hers.

It’s slow, and soft, his hands dropping hers as he frames her face, and it’s everything she’d hoped for but more. Draco cranes her face close to his, fingernails scraping gently at the hairline on the base of her neck, and she envelopes her hands over his. When he pulls away, dreadfully too soon, she leans forward to nuzzle her face into the base of his neck, hands leaning against his chest as she breathes in his scent.

[ghostdrew22]

Glass Shatters || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader, also kinda Blaise x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of drinking, toxicity, ANGST, just pure fucking angst and asshole!draco, oh and swearing lol Summary: You realise that it’s time to end things with Draco when he hurts you one last time. AU with no Voldemort - 7th Year.

WORDS : 2294

Lyrics taken from ‘What Do I Tell My Friends’ by Bree Runway (the loml)

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Hold me, don't let me go I'm fragile, I'm gonna fall right into you Catch time that I have lost Fly high, free fall, ooh

There’s always been something so beautiful about the way that glass shatters, loud and chaotic, scattering shards of itself everywhere and lodging itself in places that it doesn’t belong. It’s poetically exquisite, to just come apart and spread into tinier pieces of what you were once before, but it’s grossly painful to wear oneself out like that.

Sometimes, though not often enough, there is someone there to catch the glass before it hits the ground and scatters into a million pieces. A safety net, perhaps is the right word, there to protect those lattices from coming into contact with the hard surface that awaits them. Something to keep them from separating like the tangled limbs of playful children on a trampoline when they come back down to land against the woven polypropylene. But there’s not often a safety net waiting for you to fall.

And maybe that’s why people typically shatter like glass.

Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one I'll get stupid, I'll get dumb (Uh-huh) Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up, turn it up, uh

You catch a glimpse of Draco across the room. He’s doing it again. He’s got one arm around Cho Chang’s shoulder and another around Millicent Bullstrode’s, and not a single sliver of attention is being directed toward you.

You’re not fragile. No. You never have been.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve prided yourself on being strong, on being able to protect yourself. What most people see when they look at you is power and ferocity- you're made of what Gods are made of and almost everyone knows it. You are not fragile.

But when it comes to Draco, you are like a frail baby bird that's always being nursed back to health. That was what a routine like the two of you had demanded. Submission, protection, but most would call it toxicity. You are putty in his hands and he knows it- every wall that you’ve ever built to protect yourself is nothing more than a child’s play pen when Draco is involved.

You catch his eye and scowl at the mischievous grin that he’s got on his face. He knows how much you despise his flirtatious nature, and it’s exactly that reason that encourages him to keep it up. You’re a beast that’s not to be messed with, like a tiger lodged in a cage, and he’s the only one that knows how to tame you. It always goes down the same way; he insists that the two of you need to keep it on the down-low, he then proceeds to flirt with everyone, you get upset, the two of you get in an argument and well... he always wins.

You're not fragile yet he always gets a reaction out of you.

But not tonight, no. Tonight it’ll be different.

Tonight you’re going to have a good time, with or without that snow-flake haired prick. You turn beside you where Neville, your best friend, is seated and smile at him.

“Neville, want to get smashed with me?”

“Always, Y/N.” Neville responds with a grin and you excitedly get up to get you both some drinks.

You're g-g-getting way too close (Oh oh, oh oh) Stop blowin' up my phone (Oh oh, oh oh) Just let me be alone (Oh oh, oh oh) It's gotta come to an end 'Cause what do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

Draco catches a glimpse of you leaving the couch where Neville, Blaise and Hannah are sitting, and decides to follow you toward the drinks table.

“Whoring around are we?” He asks with his eyebrows raised and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, you’re one to talk.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”He tugs on your chin and brings you up to face him.

“First of all,” You start as you softly remove his hand from your chin and lower it to his side, “You heard me. Second of all,” You put a hand to his chest and gently shove him backwards, “Back up please, I can smell your breakfast from here.”

He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek in annoyance. “Y/N, this bratty behaviour-“

“Call me a brat, ever again, and I’ll make sure that’s the last thing you ever call me.” You smile, “I have a name, stick to it.”

This is very new for Draco, he’s never seen you speak so calmly in the heat of an argument. He’s seen you rage at him, yell until your lungs are sore and throat is raw, clench your fists so tight that crescent moons form in your palm. But he’s never seen you like this, never so collected. If he’s being completely honest, your level-headed appearance is throwing him off.

“Whatever pothead Neville’s given you is clearly fucking with your head, let’s go back to my dorm-“ He starts as he inches closer and grabs your wrist.

You yank yourself out of his grip and take a few steps away from him, “As tempting as that offer sounds, I’m good thanks.” When you notice the look of confusion painting across his features you smile awkwardly, “I know how this always ends so I’d much rather be alone.”

“So I’m just supposed to wait until you don’t want to be alone anymore?” He asks with a scoff.

“It’s not like I haven’t been doing that for you.” You accuse and watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration, a sign that his patience for you is wearing thin. “And that’s not what I meant. I want to be alone, indefinitely.”

“What?”

“This,” You gesture between the both of you, “Is over. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Oh my fuck, do what Y/N?”

“All of it. I can’t keep sneaking around anymore like some kind of dirty secret. I can’t keep watching you flirt with everyone that’s within a 5km radius, and I can’t keep lying to my friends. What am I meant to tell them when I go disappearing for hours at a time and come back, covered in hickeys?”

“Nothing. It's no one's business.” He grits out angrily and you scoff with a small laugh.

“You’re pathetic. We’re done.” You utter before walking away from him, and his little corner, and go back to join Blaise, Hannah and Neville on the dance floor.

In the mirror like you're tough, right? I shoulda known once when you bit twice Drip drop both my , yeah I been nice Vodka overdose but no ice I'm done catching feelings, I catch flights Was in the dark but I got bright Not crawling back to you tonight Not crawling back to you tonight, tonight

“Shots, now.” You mumble once you get back to your friends and they waste no time obliging.

Draco’s had the pleasure of picking you apart like a worn out doll for too long, you won’t tolerate it anymore. He calls, you run. He warns, you heed. He scolds, you leave. Whatever he wants, you do without a moment of hesitation. When had you become so easily prey to his antics? You steal a glance of him checking himself out in a nearby mirror and feel your throat close up in disgust. How can someone so gorgeous be so horrible?

Deep down, beneath all that beauty and cockiness, is a vulnerable, scared and loveless little boy who didn’t learn to outgrow his insecurities. He can pretend all he wants that he’s a diamond but you’ll always know, he’s dark and desolate like a stone of coal. Something inside of him is fractured beyond repair and now he’s just remnants of disintegrated life. And try as hard as you might, you can’t fix whatever’s broken inside him. It’s not your job to anyway.

You always run back to him, in hopes of finally curing the malaise that torments his soul, but not tonight. No. Tonight will be different.

Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one I'll get stupid, I'll get dumb (Uh-uh) Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up, turn it up, uh

“Is this a party or a funeral? For fucks sake, turn it up Ginny!” You shout as you turn behind you to face the beautiful ginger that’s controlling the music.

“Anything for you Y/N.” She responds flirtatiously as she sends you a wink and proceeds to turn up the volume to the music. You look away from her with a dopey smile, trying to pretend that her wink hadn’t made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Oh Ginny. If you hadn’t wasted so much time pining after that blond prat then maybe you’d have gotten to her before Harry had.

“Come dance with me!” Blaise yells over the music and you happily agree as you let him take your hand and move you toward the makeshift dancefloor.

Any other time, you would have refused. It’s no secret that, despite being best friends, Blaise and Draco can be very competitive. Blaise had always been your friend and Draco, had not. But it was quite obvious to anyone who had eyes that the two of them both took quite a liking to you, and while your relationship with Draco isn’t public, it’s still never a good idea to get too close to Blaise. But fuck good ideas, tonight none of it matters.

If Draco likes to see you angry then today he’ll see you seething. Every unspoken rule that’s ever sat between the two of you will now be broken so harshly that it’ll shake him to his core.

You wait until you’ve spotted him in the room, then you hook your arms around Blaise’s neck and allow his hands to fall on your waist as a measure to guide you along with him. It’s not long until Draco sees you, and when his eyes lock with yours, you know that he’s positively enraged. If this is a game, today you are winning.

He’s almost always got the upper hand. But not tonight. No. Tonight is different.

You're g-g-getting way too close (Oh oh, oh oh) Stop blowin' up my phone (Oh oh, oh oh) Just let me be alone (Oh oh, oh oh) It's gotta come to an end 'Cause what do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

Before you know it Draco is crossing the room and yanking you away from Blaise by the arm, dragging you to an abandoned section of the room.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Why are you hovering so close to me?” You ask in frustration as you step back from him. “Sheesh.”

“Sheesh? Sheesh?” He repeats in disbelief and you have to resist the urge to laugh. “Y/N, how much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough apparently, considering I’m standing here with you and not grinding against your better looking counterpart.” You mumble and Draco scoffs.

“Blaise is not better looking than me-“

“Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” You cut him off with a giggle, “Are we done here or was there more?”

“Was there more?” He repeats in a mocking tone, like a child making fun of their childhood friend. “Of course there was bloody more!”

His outburst has you laughing, genuinely laughing, and for a second you see the Draco Malfoy that got you into this mess in the first place. Your funny, good-looking, charming classmate that you accidentally allowed to creep into your heart. But he’s not the real Draco, no, that Draco doesn’t actually exist.

You bring your hand up to cup his cheek and, without even thinking, say “I wish that this was the real you.” He furrows his eyebrows at you, clearly confused, but you continue nonetheless. “I can’t keep doing this Draco, I love you but I love myself more and I can’t allow you to get in the way of my wellbeing any longer.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “How am I getting in the way of your wellbeing?”

“Tell me that you love me too, right now, say it.” You shrug.

“Y/N, you can’t jus-“

“Okay, tell me that we can go public.” You revert and he swallows.

“Why are you-“

“Fuck, I’ll make it easy for you.” You interrupt him once again and give him a thin smile, “Tell me that what we have is real and that we’re in a relationship.”

He opens his mouth but no words come out and you nod your head awkwardly in understanding.

“Y/N, it’s not that-“

You scoff and shake your head in disbelief, “Your chest is hollow and yet you still have no space for me.”

“No-“

You blink back tears as you continue, “You push away everyone that cares about you and then you turn around and complain about the fact that there’s no one left to root for you. How can I possibly be in your corner when you’re continuously trying to shove me out of it?”

There are tears welling in your eyes but you don’t let them fall, no, he doesn’t deserve to make you cry.

He looks at you in shock and you know that you’re not getting any kind of closure from him. Despite how hard you’d tried to convince yourself otherwise, you had always been nothing more than a warm bed that he could settle into when he was lonely. The fire in you that he’s always admired seems to dwindle whenever you’re beneath his gaze, and now you realise that it’s not fair for you to die out for him.

“I hope you learn to start letting people in.” You whisper before giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking back toward your friends.

He watches you walk away from him and struggles to sort through his thoughts. No, no, no. You can’t leave him, everyone else has already left him. You’re safe, you’re warm, you’re you, and Draco knows that he has feelings for you but how can he possibly convey that when words always get trapped in his throat like a cricket in a shoebox?

He knows what he wants to say to you, the words are scraping against the belt of his mouth like knives ripping through tape on a cardboard box, but how does he get them out, how does he make you understand?

Maybe that’s just it, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t make you understand. He doesn’t get you. He breaks, little by little, with every step you take away from him.

What do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

“What was that about?” Blaise asks in your ear and you roll your eyes as you pull back to look at him.

“Draco being immature, nothing important.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Blaise smiles sheepishly. “I was worried that maybe something was going on between you two.”

You smile brightly at the boy as you bring his hands down to your waist and sway to the music. “Why would that worry you Zabini?”

“I’m kind of into you.” Blaise whispers before bringing his lips down to connect with yours.

You don’t notice, too engulfed in the feeling of Blaise’s lips against yours, but across the room Draco’s eyes are focused quite intently on you and Blaise. When the two of you kiss Draco drops the glass that he had been holding, and he thinks that maybe he’s that glass; being smashed to smithereens.

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Okay, I’ll stop with angst now... (maybe) I have the sudden desire to write fluff so the sequel to ‘Falling Out Of Love With Astoria Greengrass’ will definitely be wholesome and fluffy.

I’m probably not going to post again for a few days, I’m a bit worn out rn, but I’ll be back to writing soon!

anyway, love you all

jean <3

[slyttherins]

Post battle | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: After something traumatic happened during the Battle of Hogwarts, you are in complete shock and has only one thing in mind: finding Draco

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word count: 969

Square filled: Post battle

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The battle was finished - Voldemort had been vanquished -, yet your fingers were still tightly gripping your wand, ready to fire hexes and counter-spells at anyone who'd aim at you. Your tights were ripped on the leg where you had tripped and you could feel blood dripping on your forehead - nothing alarming though.

''Y/N! There you are,'' someone said, coming toward you. Ginny.

You didn't react, hands trembling as you stood in the middle of the hallway, in complete shock.

Another set of feet followed Ginny's, lighter in their step.

''It's over, Y/N,'' Luna' soft voice informed, her delicate hands covering yours as she lowered your wand. ''The battle is over.''

Slowly, your eyes found hers, blue-grey like-

''Draco. I need to find Draco.'' Your words sounded almost robot-like.

''He's not here-'' Ginny started, but you didn't let her finish.

''He has to be somewhere in the castle,'' you said sharply. ''I...I can't lose him too.'' Tears filled your eyes, but you didn't let them fall, afraid you wouldn't be able to make them stop.

Before you, the girls shared a confused look. Ginny opened her mouth, about to ask questions, but you walked away, ignoring your friends who were telling you to come back, and went in search of your lover.

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You frantically searched through every classroom of the castle, taking every staircase to every floor. Most classrooms had been partly destroyed during the battle, desks and chairs resting on the floor in a puddle of dust and broken wood. Some stairs were falling apart too, but were still usable.

On the second floor, you recognized a boy from your Potion class, laying on the ground, half of his body covered by a massive brick. His eyes were open, but he wasn't breathing. How could he with a piece of wall crushing his lungs? Your breathing fastened, horrified, and you stepped back, almost tripping through the debris of what must've been an explosion.

To your left, pieces of glass littered the floor, coming from the busted window just above. You carefully stepped on the glass, having no other choice and was about to take the staircase to the fourth floor when you heard his voice.

You almost didn't turn around, worried you had imagined it, but something inside you knew it was him. He had emerged from the hospital wing with Theo by his side, hair a mess and black dust on his cheek.

Draco abandoned his friend and came up to you, relieved to see that you were alright. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight, but you were too in shock to return the gesture. He frowned, your lack of response alerted him.

He saw the cut on your forehead and got worried you might have a concussion. ''What happened to your head? Did you hit it?''

You shook your head.

Draco performed a quick episkey, making the cut heal and disappear.

''Have you seen Blaise?'' Theo asked, joining you. He looked around for his friend, but the Slytherin boy wasn't there.

Blaise.

''He's-'' You interrupted yourself, voice caught in your throat, unable to say it.

''Where is he, Y/N?'' Theo pressed.

''Don’t pressure her. Can’t you see that she’s not well?'' Draco warned the brunet. He understood that Theo was worried about his friend - he was too -, but you were clearly in shock and pressuring you would only make the situation worse.

''We were duelling on the fifth floor. I got cornered by Dolohov and Blaise came to my rescue, but another Death Eater fired a curse at him. H-he's dead.'' After the word left your lips, you broke down, emotions crashing over you. Tears streamed down your face and you couldn't stop them.

Losing people was inevitable in a battle, but he thought Crabbe would get killed first. Not Blaise. He was a skilled wizard, it didn’t make sense.

Draco exchanged an apologetic look with Theo before shifting his eyes back to you. Blaise was dead. Theo started crying in silence, mourning his friend. Draco wanted to cry too. Blaise was his friend - one of his closest friends.

''Someone needs to owl Mrs. Zabini. I say we go back to the Manor and-''

''Someone needs to get his body. We can’t leave him here, Draco. They’ll put him with the Death Eaters. Blaise wasn’t a bad person. He can’t be with them, they’ll tarnish his name.''

You were rambling at this point, but you weren’t wrong. All bodies who had the death mark on them would be put together and registered by the aurors as Death Eaters - followers of Voldemort. Blaise may have had the mark, but he never did anything bad. He never killed anybody.

''We can't stay here, Y/N,'' Draco explained. ''The castle is falling apart and you're in shock. Mother should have a few calming draught vials at home. Perhaps a sleeping potion too-''

Your head snapped up. ''No. I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep.''

It was false. You were exhausted, but you didn't want to close your eyes, forced to relive your friend's death every time you'd do so.

Blaise's flipendo had knocked Dolohov into a wall, saving you from his curse, but another Death Eater with dark blond hair had just gotten up and was aiming at Blaise. You wanted to scream at him to look out, but it was too late. That bloody killing curse had hit him.

Draco kissed your temple, but didn't fight. ''Okay. Let's at least get you clean up.''

''I’ll go look for Blaise and meet you at the Manor,'' informed Theo.

Draco nodded and disappeared with a crack.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Strange Girl- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

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    Request:   can you do one where draco realizes he likes the reader and wants to kiss her but he is scared so once she is by herself one day he goes up to her and kisses her and he is embarrassed but she kisses him again 🥺🥺 and she’s a hufflepuff

    Kody: This is gonna be a short one, but sweet nonetheless.

    Year: 7th

    House: Hufflepuff

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: fluff overload, Draco being a nervous wreck because i like torturing him. 

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    herbology was your favorite class at Hogwarts. Plants and learning about their magical properties were just something you found extremely interesting. It was also where you met your soon to be favorite person. Draco Malfoy had been chatting it up with his friends and go himself a detention after lunch.

   being you, you spent most of your time in the herbology classroom. So after lunch when Draco Malfoy went to serve said detention you were there, but no professor? How strange. He had thought he walked into the wrong classroom for a moment.

    Roll Flashback

   “Professor Sprout?” a males voice called out. Startled, you quickly go to stand up, but hit your head on the table you were under instead causing a loud thud and slight pain. “Ouch!” you squeaked, reaching up to rub the top of your head with the pal of your head to sooth the pain.

   “Who the bloody hell are you?” turning your head, your met with cold grey eyes that bore deep within your soul. Draco. Malfoy. Damnit. “Um Y/n L/n, Hufflepuff, 7th year- uh sorry!” you sputter, being intimidated by this tall platinum blond Slytherin.

   he raises a brow and looks around “Where the Professor?” he asked, referring to the first statement he had said. “She usually just asks me to watch the ‘troubled kids’ as she calls it, but they just end up leaving because i’m not threatening in the slightest. She gave you a list of stuff to do i presume?”

   you lean down and pick up the empty pots from the ground you had dropped before you got there, keeping your hand up so he could hand you the paper. Draco looked at you weirdly. You were fully aware of the fact people chose to walk all over you? ‘What a strange girl’ he thought.

  he nonetheless reaches into his robe pocket to hand you the sheet of folded up parchment. His fingers grazed your hand as he slipped it in your palm. You felt your face flush slightly, but grab it anyway. You lean back up, placing the pots on the table and use one hand to unfold the paper, quite skillfully.

   you eyes scanned the few items on the list and you smiled gleefully ‘How fun’ you thought. You turn your attention to the Slytherin and nod once “Thank you. Now just avoid Sprout for like an hour and you should be okay. I suggest just hanging out in your common room for now”

   Draco’s blinks mindlessly for a second or two. “How- How come your just letting me leave? You seem like a goody two shoes. Why not just rat me out?” a amused smirk played on his lips as he spoke. You reach under the cupboard and grab the bag of soil that was under, placing it down.

   you look up at the ceiling, indicating you were thinking “Um- well, i believe that we shouldn’t have to ‘do extra’ for a class we aren’t really interested in. I, on the other hand love herbology, so i don’t mind the extra work. You rather do something in Alchemy right?”

   your words seem to catch him off guard How did you know that? He crosses his arms with a distasteful look “Oh so your some bloody stalker aren’t you?” he hisses, which makes you twinge a bit, but you stand your ground “We have been in the same potions class since first year. You speak quite loudly”

   you let out a small laugh, but Draco just huffs and makes a dramatic exit ‘Strange bloody girl’ he thought while storming off

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   after that, Draco began to take notice to you in potions class. For someone who liked herbology a whole lot, you exceeded in in potions almost as well as he did. How in his right mind had he not seen you before? Maybe it was because if a person didn’t wear a green lined robe, he tuned them out.

   a month or so would pass and we would continue getting detentions in herbology, but would actually aid you in his own punishment chores this time. You both made small talk and Draco grew to like your company. You didn’t seem to be afraid of him, well not to much.

   you also found yourself growing closer to the Slytherin, but in a romantic way. You just couldn’t shake the feeling no matter how hard you tried. What really got you was when he took off his robe and vest and rolled up the sleeves of the white collared shirt. It. Was. Hot

   but out of the herbology classroom, you were nothing more then the strangers you were a month ago. Your friends had convinced you to try and get over him because it wouldn’t result in anything other then avoidable heartbreak. Draco on the other hand was a oblivious idiot. 

   “So let me guess, when you talk to Y/n you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, your palms get sweaty, your heart rate starts to pick up, and you kind of want to kiss her?” Blaise explained, brow raised in a amused manner. Draco’s jaw dropped, dropping his book “How do you know that!”

   the tall Slytherin boy chuckled “because you won’t stop talking about her. Its driving me, Theo, and Pans up the wall. Just ask her out” he shakes his head. Theo and Pansy nod from there side of the sofa in agreement “Please, we beg you. It’s so obvious you like her. Its painful” Pansy groans.

   Draco’s pale face turned a light shade of pink as he clicked his tongue “I do not like Y/n. That’s absurd! She’s a Hufflepuff anyway, what would my father think?” he crossed his arms. “In case you haven’t noticed mate all three of us are still alive and well”

   “What does that mean?” Draco asked, a confused expression on his face. Blaise sighs deeply and lifts his hand that is interlocked with Theos “All three of us? Gay. Pansy? She’s dating Ginny Weasley. A Gryffindor girl. We are living proof that your father will be pissed, but won’t shit” Blaise xplained. 

   Draco seemed to have an epiphany and pushed up and off from the black loveseat. Tripping over his feet, he zoomed out of the Slytherin common room leaving his friends slightly stunned “What do you think he’s going to do?” Theo asked with an excited smile.

   “Trip over some stairs and die at this rate” Pansy let out a snort. Blaise shook his head and stood up from the sofa with Theo “Will be in my dorm room, alone. Bye Pansy” Blaise spoke quickly as he began to drag Theo into the halls. The brown haired Slytherin boy smiled and waved “Bye Pans!”

   seconds later Pansy grumbled “I hate being single- oh wait. Ginny!” she yelled as she followed Draco out of the common room to find her girlfriend. 

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   running down the halls of Hogwarts, he made a sharp turn to the exit. He pushed open the doors, the cold air hitting his exposed skin. He should not have ran out of the common room only wearing a black t-shirt with dark grey sweats. He even forgot shoes and was only wearing socks. What a lovesick boy he was. 

   he made his way behind the school to the greenhouse where he had met you all those weeks ago. Hoping to find you there. As the pale boy pushed the door open, there was no one to be seen. “Y/n!?” he shouted, but nobody came.(Someone has to get that reference please)

   a confused look played on his features. Your always here and now your not? He had no time to mull over that fact and left the greenhouse. Searching the school felt like hours, when in reality was only about ten minutes. He had even waited outside the Hufflepuff common room for awhile.

   waiting had only made his heart race more in anticipation. He wanted to see you. He needed to see you. He soon found himself walking back to the greenhouse. “Draco?” his head snaps up like an owl. There you were with a confused expression,  E/c eyes looking up and down his body.

   why wasn’t he wearing shoes? It was also dreadfully cold out and he didn’t have any jumper of sorts, while you looked as warm as a marshmello. “Why don’t you have shoes. Are you alright?” you asked, worry clear in your tone. Draco didn’t answer, just walked towards you.

   you raise a brow, placing the bag of soil on the ground. As soon as you lean back up a pair of lips clash with yours. His lips move against yours in a feverish way, almost hungry. Draco pulls away and looks down at your shocked face. Oh shit. 

   “Oh- no. I apologize for that. I- I didn’t- well i did mean to, but i didn’t want to make you uncomfortable. I’m going to kill Blaise-” he was forcing words out which seemed to bring you back to reality so you could grab a fistful of his t-shirt and bring his head down to your height.

   now it was your turn to kiss the shocked boy. It didn’t take him long to react because his hands found your hips rather quickly. he stepped closer, pushing his chest against yours. Kisses eventually got more sloppy before he pulled away for air “I- uh- wow?” he said, unsure of what to say. You chuckle softly.

   “Yeah, wow. Now let’s get you inside. Your so cold” You say, grabbing his chilled hands, interlocking his fingers with yours. He nodded slowly “Please” he said, a small smile forming. You both made your way back inside the school, holding hands and smiling. 

   “What in the bloody hell just happened?” Cedric asked, looking towards the  Gryffindor boy who had watched the whole scene with him.

   Harry seemed to sputter a bit before answering “i- i have no clue. We should do that though” 

   “What?”

   “Nothing!”

    ♡~🐍~♡

   Kody: short, sweet, kill me im so tired. Anyways peace. I also ordered a Draco Malfoy love letter on etsy, so when that comes in February, expect a post about it lmao. 

[acciotheomione]

For Lack of an Extension Charm - or, The One with Meddlers, Pining, and Only One Bed by dagnydecided

When unexpected guests arrive for Blaise and Ginny's wedding, Hermione is evicted from her room and forced to share a tent with her long-time crush (and object of her shower fantasies), Theo Nott—no extension charms allowed.

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Relationship(s): Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley/Blaise Zabini

Additional Tag(s): Sharing a Bed, Mutual Pining, Meddling, shower wanks were had, accidental somnophilia, Blaise and Ginny are scheming, and are also super cute and getting married