#side pairing: ron x astoria

[angelfrombeneth]

7 MINUTES - T . NOTT

Mature Content Ahead

Theodore Nott x F!Reader

Summary: *REQUESTED* During a late night with your friends, after a chaotic slytherin party - you all wind down in the boys dorms. After a while, a game is played with a twist, Who knows what'll happen in that small wardrobe.

Warnings: SMUT, Switch!Theo, Switch!Reader, Oral both F & M!Receiving, Breathplay, Dacryphillia

A/N: This isn't proof read, I apologise. I've been really busy with deadlines so writing may not be as good. I'm writing a good two part smut that'll come out soon!

You and Theodore are friends, and have been for years. You both harbour a small crush on one another but neither of you two know about the others crush - and neither do your friends, except Pansy.

Pansy knows every single secret that passes through Hogwarts. She knows everything about everyone and basically has hundreds of secrets at her disposal. Times like these, makes you grateful you guys are friends and not enemies.

After an infamous Slytherin party, which was chaotic as always. You all retreated up to the boys dorm and into Mattheo, Theodore and Enzo's shared dorm - much to Mattheo's dismay.

Mattheo stumbled over to his bed, crashing face first into the pillows, letting out a loud groan.

"I told you not to drink so much" Pansy scoffed, throwing a pillow harshly at him as she grabbed your hand and pulled you over to Enzo, who was sat on his bed.

You sat, giggling as you snuggled between Pansy and Enzo. The pair cuddling you from both sides.

"Why is it that the gay ones get the most action" Draco scoffed in our direction. Sitting beside Blaise on Theo's bed as Theo sat pratically ontop of Mattheo.

"Don't be upset Draco, we get more action that you" Pansy snickered.

"Fuck off" Draco scoffs.

At that moment Daphne, Luna, Astoria, Cedric and Hermione join. Hermione was particularly nervous being in the Slytherin common room, especially the fact her two best friends are Slytherin mega haters.

You and Pansy had adopted Hermione into your 'girlie' group after you heard abt issues between her and Ron, she needed some girly guidance and you guys were there.

"Mione!" You cheered, as she smiled seeing you as she walked over you both exchanging a hug.

"Nice to know your excited to see me Y/N" Astoria scoffed. You and Astoria were good friends, with her being Daphne's younger sister she was worried about bonding with people - but you two were like glue always having the best jokes together.

"Shut up Tori" You laughed.

Everyone sat down in huddles and exchanged light conversation. Mattheo pulled out his bong which got everyone looking at him. It wasn't long before everyone sat in a circle and was passing it around and basking in the 'chill vibes'.

You were sat inbetween Enzo and Astoria, giggling away at something Enzo had said. You felt eyes on you, and looked up to see Theo's dark piercing gaze looming over you. He had been looking at you all night, you noticed it and he knew you knew. But you both were too pussy to even make a move.

He turned away, putting a cigarette in his mouth, covering the end as he lit it with his lighter before taking the cigarette between his fingers, leaning back and exhaling up in the air. His arms tensed as he held his weight his muscles slightly prominent. Theo was the definition of a sleeper build, you didn't know for sure but what you had seen from his arms you had a suspicion.

"Alright!" Pansy slapped her hands together. "I think we should play a game. How about, kiss or tell~" She sang. Everyone laughing at her, a few groans sounding around the room.

"Kiss or tell?" Hermionie questioned.

Daphne giggled at her as she sat back on Blaises lap, "Its where someone asks you kiss or tell, you choose and if it's kiss- we spin the bottle and whoever it lands on you kiss OR tell, you have to answer a truth question". Hermione nodded.

"Okay... I'll start Kiss or Tell.. Enzo" Pansy smiled to Enzo.

"Tell because I know you want some secrets" Enzo smirked.

"I always do, now.. Is it true you hooked up with Pucey and Wood in the same night" Everyone's head snapped to Enzo hearing the same rumour had been circulating Hogwarts for a few weeks.

"Yes and No? I did hook up with Pucey and Wood in the same night but it was also Fred Weasley too" He smirked. Everyone laughing at his response.

"You whore!" Draco laughed.

"I always knew you were sneaky" Mattheo looked at Enzo.

"Is that why I had to sleep on the fucking common room couch?" Theo scoffed.

Everyone laughed due to Theo's confession. The game went on a few more times, Draco choosing to kiss Blaise, Blaise admiring he blocked the toilet, Cedric and Enzo kissing, Pansy and Luna kissing, Hermione and Daphnne kissing, Enzo and You kissing which then brings you back to Enzo again.

"OK OK.. Astoria, Kiss or Tell?"

"Kiss duh!" She said as she pushed her hair back from her shoulders.

"Kiss... Mattheo" Enzo span the bottme, watching as it landed on Mattheo, he smirked. Only you, Pansy and Enzo knew of Astoria's mini crush on Mattheo.

You hid your mouth behind your hand as he grinned. Her eyes shooting daggers towards you and Enzo.

"Pucker up, sugar tits" Mattheo sighed as he watched Astoria get up from her spot.

"Shut up Mattheo" She groaned as she crouched before him, placing her hand on his shoulder as she kissed him.

Whopping sounded through the room as the pair kissed, after a few moment they pulled away- surprisingly both very red.

"Mattheo are you hard" Theo teased him, earning a massive smack over the head. "Ow! Fuck!"

You giggled slightly as Theo, rubbed the back of his head, looking up at you.

"Actually, I wanna change the rules because that was cruel!" She smirked as she rubbed her chin, staring directly at you. "Y/N" She cooed.

You stared at her blankly. "7 minutes" everyone sounded intruiged. "In the wardrobe with... Theodore" Astoria didn't know about your crush on Theo. Only Pansy but you froze when she said his name.

"Interesting pairing Tori" Blaise quirked.

"Very interesting actually, I didn't expect that" Cedric looked to Enzo, him nodding along.

You stood up, darting your eyes over to Pansy who had a devilish grin.

"While your both in there we will play Spin the bottle!" Astoria clasped her hands. You turned your head away from her and was faced with a chest. Theo's chest as he stood infront of you. You froze for a moment but he took your wrist and guided you over to the slightly walk in wardrobe. The pair of you pulled the door to the side as you stepped in, closing the door.

"Seven minutes!" Astoria yelled and that's the last thing you heard before shut.

"Why would she change the game" You scoffed, leaning against the wall.

"Very Astoria, flippy-floppy as always" He laughed. The small light in the room, lighting up his face slightly but it was still quiet dark. The pair of you leaning against opposite walls as you looked at eachother. Despite being on other sides it was a small wardrobe. His leg was pratically sandwiched between yours as you both cramped in here. Theo was like 6'1 and you were like 5'6 so the height difference was a bit.

"Its so cramped in here" You moved slightly, looming up to see Theo right above you. This was a very uncomftable situation and you were getting hot. "Its quite hot in here-" You awkwardly laughed as you fanned yourself.

Theo smirked down at you, noticing your very prominent cheeks. He had an ideas, he wanted to test- it was either now or never. He lifted his leg slightly between yours rubbing his thigh against your core as yiu squeaked. "Sorry, its quite tight-"

Your face reddened, your mind was plagued with dirty thoughts as you let out a shaky laugh. "Its ok-" You croaked.

"Fuck my life, your oblivious" Theo groaned as he placed a hand on your neck, crashing his lips against yours. You froze for a moment which caused Theo to pull away. Before he could say anything you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him back as your lips hit eachothers. This is all you wanted, was to kiss Theo.

Theo's free hand slid down your waist and around to your ass as he squeezed it slightly. You gasped at the motion which he took as an invitation to shove his tonguebin your mouth. The two of you were making out for what felt like forever before you both pulled away panting.

You stared at him, his face just millimeteres from yours. You can feel eachothers breath on one another. You saw his lips curl into a smirk as he pecked your lips once more before latching his mouth to your neck. It took you off guard and you let out a soft squeak as you leaned your head back. His lips were attacking your neck, nibbling and sucking but not enough to leave a prominent hickey which you were grateful. He moved further down towards your chest before stopping and looking up at you. You smiled down at him and he took that as permission as he reached round and unzipped your strapless dress, watching as it fell from your body revealing your extremely bare breasts.

"One piece of fabric covering these.. Fuck me" He smirked, kissing towards your breast before latching his mouth onto them, sucking the skin softly as he groped the other one with his hand. You let out soft shaky moans, gripping his hair tightly as you leaned your head back.

"Fuck- Teddy" you sighed, you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pulled away, dropping to his knees as he pushed you up against the folding door. It rustled for a moment but you were too invested in Theo. He bit and sucked at your thighs, definitely leaving marks here as he moved closer and closer to your core. His fingers hooking on the sides of your panties as he looked up at you.

"May I?" You nodded as he smiled, pulling tour panties down slowly as you quickly stepped out of them and he tucked them in his pocket. "Going to keep these, a little trophy"

Before you could protest his hand pushed your stomach as you leaned back against the door, your hands tangled in his hair as you peered down at him.

"Don't worry Bella, I'm a master" He smirked as he tapped your thigh for you to spread your legs before diving in head first.

You yelped, gripping at his hair as you leaned back, nibbling at your lip to hold your moans in. You gasped as you felt his tongue move inside of you, his nose rubbing against your clit as he ate you out.

You were entranced in heaven. Theo lifted one of your legs onto his shoulder to get a deeper angle, you really were in heaven. You tugged his hair as you let out soft moans, being careful not to be too loud.

"Fuck!" Your body betraying you as you slapped a hand over your mouth quickly as you grinded down on his face. Your eyes rolling in pleasure as he tongue moved lyrically against your folds. Like he was singing a song. The way he swirled and flicked had you nearly on the floor, if it wasn't for him and the door supporting you.

You gasped loudly as you whimpered out tugging his hair before throwing your head back and cumming all over his face. You panted heavily, your hand still over your mouth as you stood out of breath.

Theo pulled away, putting your leg down as he smirked, licking his lips as he stood up to look at you. "Taste perfect"

You gulped as you looked up at him.

"I love how you're still nervous, you're cute. Now taste yourself" He smiled as he kissed you softly once again. His hands gripping your hips as he pulled you closer. You could feel his clothed boner rubbing against your stomach as you gulped.

"Mhm.. Cute" He smiled as he pulled away. Theo didn't expect anything from you which was a huge change. He wanted to pleasure you and that's that- but you wanted to pleasure him.

You took his wrist looking at his watch. 4 minutes. You flicked your hair back as you settled onto your knees. Theo looking down at your questionably as you tugged at his trousers.

"Oh- Bella you don't have to-"

"Shh, I want to" You smiled, yanking off his belt, dropping it to the floor as you unbuttoned his trousers, yanking them down.

His throbbing erection directly infront of you in his boxers. You took a deep breath before yanking down his boxers, as they dropped to his ankles. Watching as his dick sprung out. You stared up at him in disbelief due to the size. You hasn't been with anyone this big before.

"You think you can take it, Principessa" He smirked as he caressed your cheek.

"I can try" You chuckled, pumping him a few times before licking the tip softly. His bottle lip instantly retracting into his mouth as he bit the flesh. You worked on getting him excited, licking up his length and swirling your tongue around the tip as you listened to his gasps and sighs above.

After a small amount of teasing you took the first few inches into your mouth. Sucking softly as you used your hands to satisfy the rest. Soft moans left his mouth as his hand collected your hair and yanked it into a ponytail.

"Fuck- your so hot" He sighed.

You take a few more inches, bobbing your head up and down at this point as you gripped his thigh. After getting used to it you took him in whole. You gagged slightly at first but continued to swirl your tongue around his whole length as you moved your head up and down against it. Theo's soft whines leaving his lips as he leaned back, panting heavily.

"Fuck yes.. More" He whimpered out as he pleaded to you. You didn't know you needed to see a submissive Theodore till now.

You continued to work your magic, popping his dick out your mouth as you licked and sucked the side before deep throwing yet again. The moans and whines from him as he hit your throat were amazing. You snaked your free hand that wasn't gripping his thigh down between your legs and you rubbed your clit. Grinding down against it as you hummed, bobbing your head. He was making you feel good all over and it was driving you insane.

"Fuck- Y/N- I can't hold back.. Fuck im sorry" He yelped as he gasped, gripping your hair tightly as he began to fuck into your mouth. It didn't take you completely off guard as you prepared for it. Your eyes rolled slightly as he continuesly hit the back of your throat, light gags coming from you as you slid your finger past your folds and inside of you as you fucked yourself.

Theo's breathless moans and whines sounded the wardrobe as he growled as he fucked into your throat harshly. Tears streaming down your face as your hand gripped harder on his thigh.

"Yes, take it like the slut you are hmm.. your a slut for me right" You hummed loudly as you sobbed with his cock full in your mouth.

"Love it, when cry for me" He smirked, watching as tears fell down your face. His pace speeding up at the sight.

You needed to tap out it was too much for you, you pushed your finger inside you once more before you came all over it, quickly pulling you as you gripped his thighs tightly aa his pace sped. You gaged quite loudly as tears poured from your eyes. Theo pulled out quickly for a moment, jerking himself off harshly as he took your head in his hand. "Yiu ok- Fuck" He moaned as he panted, his dick twitching in his fist.

You coughed slightly, before wiping your mouth and eyes looking up at him nodding.

"Good girl- Ah.. fuck- stick out your tongue" He groaned, as he watched you stick your tongue out staring up at him. His thrusts his hand roughly over his dick as he let out a deep groan as his body jerked as he came on your face, but mostly in your mouth.

You swallowed it all, before licking your lips and wiping some off your cheek and sucking your finger. You stood up looking up at him and smiling as he smiled softly at you, with a fucked out expression.

He leaned against the wall panting heavily as his hand was over his eyes. "Fuck- I can't even see straight" He laughed. You giggled, taking his wrist checking the time and seeing 1 minute.

You pulled your dress back on, zipping it up as you pulled Theo's phone from his jeans, fixing your makeup in the minimal light.

"You got me fucked up" He laughed, pulling up his boxers and jeans and buckling his belt before wiping his face over and ruffling his hair.

"Good, and I'd happily do it again" You smirked, flattening your hair out as the two of you now look widely presentatable.

Just in the moment you heard a mumble before light pours into the wardrobe as the door is ripped open. You squinted adjusting to the light, everyone looking at the pair of you.

"What! I wanted to catch them fucking or something" Mattheo scoffed.

"Boring, I would've been so down for that" Astoria groaned.

"We just spoke, there's nothing else to do" You shrugged, walking back to the group. Pansy's eyes like daggers on you and Theo as she scanned you both. You'd nearly gotten away with it until you turned towards Daphne who was sat next to her to reply and she saw the dark bite mark on your thigh just under your dress.

"Gotcha" She smirked to you and you looked at her clueless. You sat back down in your seat opposite Theo as the two of you smiled to one another.

You'd be doing this again sometime soon...

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[desiredmalfoy]

Never Truly Mine

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Angst! Angst! Angst on Astoria’s side. 

Universe: No Voldy :)

Word Count: 1.5K

Warning: Some can be interpreted as cheating depending on how you see it.

Summary: Astoria watched as the boy she once loved falls for his childhood best friend. Astoria relives all the pain as she see Draco love you.

Note: I’M FINALLY BACK!!! I MISSED THIS :) So I should be studying but I’ve been writing this the whole day during my study breaks lol.  It’s unedited. Please don’t be afraid to tell me if you see a mistake :)

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Astoria Greengrass would never be Draco’s one true love. That would always be held by You.

Life was truly a cruel one. Especially to Astoria Greengrass. She sat behind as she watched her ex boyfriend fall madly in love with another. 

Astoria watched as Draco interlaced your hand with his. How he would bring your locked hand to his lips and place a delicate kiss on it. Draco would look down at you and his eyes would shine with nothing but adoration for you. You held all his love in your hands and you didn’t even know how truly lucky you were to have Draco Malfoy’s devotion. 

Astoria shared some acquaintances with Draco. He would always be in her life one way or another. She would always be forced to be with him. There was no way of escaping the two of you. Each time she heard Pansy, Theo and Blaise say “I can’t believe you two are finally together! It’s about time!” it felt as if a stake was being driven through her heart. Her sister was the only one who took into account her pain.

She should’ve known better. She should’ve seen this coming. She knew that he was only dating her to settle because the girl he truly loved was with someone else. He would tell her he loved her but she knew those were nothing more than hollow promises. Words that tumbled out of his mouth with no true meaning. 

How could she be so naïve? She saw how Draco reacted to your announcement of dating Ron Weasley. Astoria saw how his eyes darkened in an instant but softened as you ran to engulf him in a hug. Astoria saw how the hug lingered longer than normal, how Draco closed his eyes to take in all of you in that moment. That was the first time she had ever confronted him.

“Why does it bother you so much that she's dating?” Astoria questioned Draco as they arrived at his dorm. 

“It doesn’t bother me.” Draco responded as he threw his coat on the nearby chair. It sure does seem like it did. 

“I can see it on your face.”

“What exactly can you see?” He turned to face her for the first time since arriving. 

“That it bothers you that she is dating Ron Weasley.” She didn’t bother taking her coat off. She wouldn’t stay long. 

A small period of silence followed. As if he had been caught. 

“He’s a Weasley and I simply think she deserves better than a Weasley.” He walked over to her and placed his arms around her waist. As if trying to placate her. She placed her head on his chest hoping that this was her forever.

She ignored all the signs in front of her in order to hope, wish, plead with fate that Draco would eventually be hers. She didn’t want to let him go. She loved him far too much for that. Blinded by love or simply just foolish? She wouldn’t know the difference. 

Why didn’t she just leave him? Merlin, she wishes she knew why...

She had been looking for him everywhere. Draco had promised her that they would spend the evening in each other's comfort. Reading together on the couch of the common room, just like they used to before. Astoria had walked the long halls of Hogwarts in search of a certain blond. It seemed as if the universe was leading her to have her heart broken as her legs carried her up the stairs of the astronomy tower. 

She knows she shouldn’t have done it. She shouldn’t have gone to your spot that night, the astronomy tower. This was only going to hurt her and her only. 

It felt as if she was interrupting an intimate moment between two lovers. She was, she really was.

“I don’t know what I did wrong Dray.” She was as you cried in the arms of her boyfriend. Draco had his arms wrapped around your frame as he brought you closer to him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong darling.” He wiped the tears from your rosy cheeks with the end of his sleeve. “That git never deserved you.”

“But how come it hurts so much?” 

“I’ll never be good enough. Not for him or anyone.”

“You’re perfect. Don’t let anyone ever make you think otherwise.” It was something only meant to be heard by you and you only. Words that held love and affection. Words that held actual meaning, Words that she wished would be spoken to her by the very boy who was whispering delicately to you. 

You didn’t respond. You didn’t have to. It seemed to be understood between the both of you. 

A part of her died that night...

It all came to crashing down when she had finally gotten the courage to confront him. She didn’t want to do it but she had to. 

“I don’t get it Draco! Why is it that you must spend all this time with her?” Astoria questioned him angrily as she paced his room. The argument had ensued after he had skipped dinner once again to bring you yours to your room. Leaving her in embarrassment as the other Slytherin’s looked at her with pity as she told them that he had not shown up for dinner again. They all knew where he was. 

“She’s my best friend Tori! I’m not going to leave her. She’s been there for me since we were young.” Draco was frustrated, it showed clearly as he ran his hands through his very messy hair.

“It’s me or her.” She blurted out without thought or maybe it’s what she meant. Deep down she hoped he would choose her. 

“This is getting ridiculous! I’m not choosing!”

“It’s me or her.”

“Astoria, please stop th-”

“Me or her Draco! Choose!”

“Her.”

Astoria stopped pacing as she looked up at him with shock painted all over her face. “Are you being serious right now?”

“Her. I chose her.”

It was all he had to say. It was only four words but those four words held so much meaning. She walked toward the door and grabbed the door handle. She stalled, hoping that he would change his mind. “I hope you know this means this is over.”

“I know.” He said simply, no hurt audible in his voice.

Love was never meant to hurt this much...

She shouldn’t have gone up to you that night in the common room. But she did and she greatly regretted it. Astoria didn’t know what she wanted to be the outcome but all that came out was hurt. She saw as you sat at the table doing your work and she couldn’t hold back any longer. Months of pent up anger awaited to be let out. Months of hurt wanted nothing more than redemption.

“You really have no shame do you?” Astoria sneered as you lifted your head at the sound of her voice.

“Excuse you?” You showed confusion at the younger girl's action. You placed your book back down on the table and turned to give her your full attention. 

“I find it quite funny you act like you're innocent in all of this.” Astoria rolled her eyes.

“In what exactly am I innocent? I don’t think I ever claimed any innocence.” You had now stood up and were face to face with her.

“You stole my boyfriend and you know it.”

“I didn’t steal anyone and Draco was never your possession to take.” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you crossed your arms across your chest.

Anger coursed through her body as she stood face to face with the girl who was the existence of her pain. 

“I’m not sorry for falling in love with him.” (Y/N) said after a small period of silence. “I’ll never regret that.”

“You’re nothing more than a sl-

Astoria didn’t get a chance to finish that statement as the boy who was all over walked over to the two girls. He placed himself in front of you and faced Astoria with anger all over his face. 

“You don’t get to talk to her like that.”

“Why don’t I? She’s the reason you broke up with me.”

“No. You know the reason we broke up.”

“Because you stopped loving me because of her!”

“I never loved you!” Draco countered quickly. Panic set into his features as he realized what he had said out loud. Whether he said it to hurt her or not. It hurt her deeply. His face switched back from shock to emotionless in seconds. Astoria saw from the corner of her eyes as you looked shocked as well, your hand flying to your mouth. 

“I see”, Astoria whispered barely audible to them. The only reason they heard her was because of the silence that had overtaken the room.

Draco didn’t say or spare another look at her. Instead he bent down to grab (y/n)’s things and then her hand to storm up to his dorm. You followed him without any resistance. 

Astoria now stood in the middle of the common room as it engulfed her in a suffocating silence. Her vision became blurry as tears that had once threatened to spill now flowed down her face with nothing stopping them. 

Astoria now knew she was nothing more than a placeholder for when the girl he truly loved actually loved him back. It was just too damn sad it took all this heartbreak for her to notice she was nothing more than another girl to him. Someone who would be insignificant in his life as the years passed by.

Astoria Greengrass would never be Draco’s one true love. That would always be held by You.

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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.

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Time Changes

Paring: Draco Malfoy x Reader && Harry Potter x Reader

Word Count: 2.2k

Authors Note: This is my first EVER imagine/fanfic so pls be nice!! I’ve had this idea for a while but haven’t ever actually done anything about it. I’ve got more ideas to continue but we’ll start with this. If there’s spelling/grammar problems, don’t come for me!! Ya girl is not an English major. This is based off the “19 years later” but doesn’t follow that story line!

Italics is a flashback!!

September 1st. Walking into King’s Cross Station brought back a flood of fond memories. You remembered the first time you ever entered those doors. You had grown up hearing all of the beautiful things Hogwarts offered from both of your magical parents. The day you received your Hogwarts letter was the best day of your life. Now, here you were, hand in hand with your husband and three children, sending off your oldest and middle child to start their journey at the magical school. How lucky were you? You had married one of your childhood best friends, Harry Potter. Though you two never looked at each other as romantic partners until after Hogwarts, you loved being his wife. The two of you had been blessed with two boys and a girl. Today, the family of five would be downgrading to three, as James and Albus would be boarding the Hogwarts Express. You would still have your sweet Lily with the two of you at home. You stood back with your daughter as Harry helped calm Albus’s nerves. James had already said his goodbyes and boarded the train with his friends. Hermione and Ron would be sending off their daughter, Rose, this year. They engulfed her in hugs, saying their goodbyes. You watched fondly as you ran your fingers through Lily’s strawberry hair. “Why can’t I go with them, mummy? It’s not fair!” Lily exclaimed, breaking your gaze from your husband and son. You chuckled and leaned down to kiss her head. “You will have your chance, my love. You’ll have your letter soon.” She looked up at you, bearing her father’s bright eyes, and smiled. “I hope to be in the same house as you, mummy.” You smiled and nodded, hoping the same. You loved being a (Y/H). Albus and Rose boarded the train together, waving more goodbyes through the train window. Harry had joined you, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Can you believe it, love? We only have one more to send-off.” He said before kissing your temple. You smiled and leaned into his kiss. “I just hope they don’t have to go through everything we did as kids.” Ron pipped up. “They will do great, Ron. I know it.” Hermione said, wiping a tear as she continued to wave as the train pulled away from the station.

Once the train was out of sight, you all began heading back to the exit when a pair of cold, grey eyes met yours. A pair that you had not seen or wanted to see in many years. The pair that belonged to Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?! Your husband felt you tense up, stopping to look down at you. He followed your eyes and saw exactly what was causing the problem. He knew of your history with the Slytherin blonde boy. You loathed him from the minute you saw him your first year. He constantly bullied Harry and your friends, jealous of Harry’s fame. Things began to change, however, during your fourth year. Draco had been dared to ask you to the Yule Ball by his fellow housemates. He accepted, wanting to make the night terrible for you. You accepted his terrible invitation, as you couldn’t find a date and you had a slight feeling there was something more to the invite.

“Are you mental (Y/N)?! You’re seriously going to take Draco’s invite to the ball?!” Hermione shouted. You silenced her immediately, not wanting Harry or Ron to find out, at least not yet. “Well, I don’t exactly have a date, Hermione. I wasn’t lucky enough to get someone like Viktor.” You didn’t mean it to sound hurtful, part of it was jealousy, as every girl wished the Tri-Wizard Champion had asked them. You looked at your long, black ballgown in the mirror, running your hands down the front out of nerves. You picked black for two reasons, one, you always loved the color on you, and two, you felt the color matched Draco’s cold heart. “Ready, then?” Hermione asked, breaking you from your trance. Nodding, you spun around and headed for the Great Hall. As the two of you approached the Great Hall, you could hear Draco and his idiotic friends laughing. You rolled your eyes, asking yourself why you decided to do this. Harry and Ron stood at the bottom of the stairs, Ron catching a glimpse of Hermione first, leaving him speechless. Harry followed his gaze and also became silent. The two of you smiled and began the descent down the stairwell. You looked over to the opposite side as your two best friends to where Draco stood. ‘He does clean up nice', you thought. Making eye contact, he stops mid-sentence with Crabbe and Goyle. You notice his Adam's apple bob up and down, indicating a hard swallow. Hesitantly, you separated from Hermione and approached the Slytherin boys. “What in the bloody hell is she doing?” you heard Ron ask the two other friends. Hermione just patted his shoulder before locking arms with Viktor, also surprising Harry and Ron. Draco let his eyes run up and down your figure, taking you in. “(Y/N) ... you look…wow…” Draco said, stumbling over his words. Did Draco Malfoy just compliment you? Chuckling, you looked down at you dress. “Thanks, you don’t look so bad yourself.” He stepped closer, putting an arm out for you to grab, “Shall we?” As you picked up you dress with one hand, you looped the other through Draco’s as he led you into the beautifully lit Great Hall. Crabbe and Goyle stood amazed, glancing between each other and the two of you confused. Yes, they were part of the dare, but they didn’t think it would play out like this.

While Draco isn’t a dancer, you two did manage to slow dance to a few songs. Draco was a true gentleman when placing his hand on your side and holding your hand with the other. This surprised you, knowing the reputation his family has for being so cold. “I really did mean what I said, (Y/N). You look amazing.” He whispered in your ear. Feeling the coolness of his minty breath sent chills down your spine. You could not understand why; did you feel something for Draco deep down? “Thank you, Draco. So, was this truly a dare, or did you want to go with me?” He flashed a smile. “Even if it was a dare, I think it’s worked out pretty well, don’t you?” he teased.

After that day, you began to share lingering stares during classes and in passing in the halls. Soon, those lingering glances became notes passed during class, which lead to sneaking out of the common rooms late at night. The two of you had kept what you had under wraps, knowing how much would be coming your way if the school found out. All anyone knew, except Hermione, was that you two attended the Ball together, and even that was a ‘dare’. Your relationship began to fall apart during the sixth year, however. His family had pressured him to become a Death Eater, now baring the dark mark on his inner forearm. You despised it. Watching it move on his arm made you physically ill. You knew he had been put up for a ‘special mission’ from Voldemort, but he could never tell you what it was. You found out, though, after seeing Professor Dumbledore fall from the Astronomy Tower that night. Draco had ran off with his parents and other Death Eaters, not returning to finish the school term. Once the term had been completed, you joined together with your three best friends to find the remaining Horcruxes. Your parents weren’t thrilled you would not be returning for your final and seventh year, but there was a war that needed to be fought.

Draco stood near the exit of King’s Cross, wearing one of his famous all-black suits. His hair is still as striking blonde as you remembered. Facial features the same, just a little more aged. A woman stood slightly behind them. You recognized her as Astoria Greengrass, a fellow Slytherin. You remembered her from school, and she always stayed a little too close to Draco for your liking. Did they have a child the same age as one of your boys? “C’mon, love, let’s get Lily home,” Harry said, placing his hand in the small of your back and kissing your temple again. You loved it when he did that. Harry was always so caring and affectionate towards you, even after all these years. Draco watched the interaction, making you wonder if he even knew you ended up with Harry. Surely, he knew.

Ginny had tried to run towards Harry during that final battle in the courtyard as he dangled from Hagrid’s arms. Voldemort cast a spell her way, knocking her back and causing her head to hit a rock. She was carried inside the castle so Madam Pomfrey could help. She tried everything, but Ginny was gone. It took a long time for Harry to mourn and return to normal. He truly loved her. You suffered as well, not in the same extreme as Harry, but still in a poor mental state. You ignored Draco’s letters. Draco and his mother had managed to avoid Azkaban; however, his father wasn’t so lucky and was sentenced again. Eventually, Draco’s owls became more and more spaced out until they stopped coming altogether. Your father offered to burn his letters, as you refused even to open them. You decided not to, instead shoving them in a bin hidden from sight. Hermione and Ron became tired of seeing their two other best friends so depressed and decided to invite yourself and Harry to dinner one night. Once all together, it was as if nothing had changed and no time had elapsed. Ron and Hermione were very happy and very much in love, leaving yourself and Harry out. The two of you vowed to keep in touch better, as you both worked at the Ministry together, different departments, but still. You two shared your hardships and struggles, finding comfort in one another. One thing leads to another, and now you sit holding his hand with three beautiful children.

The following morning was bizarre. Not hearing the bickering of the boys was strange. The house felt empty and quiet, which is something that you had not had in ages. You would now have to practice only making breakfast for three instead of five. After Lily was dropped off at your parents for the day, the two of you headed to the Ministry to start your workday. Harry could tell you were still thrown off by the events from the previous day. “I’m fine, really.” You said, squeezing his hand. “I have a hard time believing you, (Y/N). He can’t hurt you now. It’s been ages.” He said, trying to reassure you. “I know, just seeing him brought back so much.” “It’ll be alright, love. All of that is in the past. You’ve got me now, know it?” Harry leaned in and pecked your lips. “Come get me if you need me today, okay?” Harry said, walking in a different direction than you were. Harry worked as an Auror, and you worked in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures along with Hermione.

Walking into your office, you said hello to your receptionist. “Mrs. Potter, your first appointment is already in your office.” She stated bubbly. You looked at her puzzled. “I thought my first meeting was much later?” you questioned. She looked as confused as you. Taking a deep sign, you walked into your office and was in disbelief at what stood by the window. Draco. How did he find me? He turned to face me as soon as he heard my bag hit the floor. “Draco, you need to leave.” You said as firmly as you could. All you wanted to do was scream for Harry, but his department was on the complete opposite side of the Ministry from you. “Don’t.” Draco spat. “I needed to speak with you.” He continued. “And I need you to leave before I call someone.” He laughed. “Oh, is your Potter going to come to save you? He’s already taken you away from me once, and I won’t let him do it again.” He said before reaching into his suit pocket. You stood there, not knowing what he was planning to do. Draco pulls out what looks to be like a Time-Turner. Hermione used one during our third year to ensure she was able to take all of her classes. It was said all of those devices in existence were destroyed. How did Draco get his slimy hands on one? “How-how did you...” you trailed off, your mind racing as to what his plan was. “A gift from my father. The only one left. You know how this works, right (Y/N)?” he said, stepping closer to you. “Draco…” you started, but before you could push him away, the extended chain was draped around your neck along with Draco’s. His fingers moved the locket quickly before you could think or do anything.

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[silver-strands]

Silver & Golden | Chapter 1

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

Genre: Angst, Smut, Post-War

Word count: 3373

Warnings: Morally Grey Draco Malfoy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Eventual Explicit Smut, Forced Marriage, Dysfunctional Relationships, Possessive Draco Malfoy

Summary: Hermione Granger has Draco Malfoy figured out. She doesn't believe his carefully created façade of redemption and atonement that has the rest of the Wizarding society bewitched. After one reckless night ends up in her becoming the new Mrs. Malfoy, she's forced to reconsider everything she thought she knew about the enigmatic man who guards his secrets like a dragon guards its treasure.

Weekly Updates. 

When it rains, it pours.

Hermione should have been aware that things almost always never go the way she plans them to, what with all she’d been through in her teenage years. She’d finally started to believe that the post-war life she had carved out for herself might be different. A nice boyfriend, even nicer friends and a job at the Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures straight out of Hogwarts.

It was perfect. Too perfect.

She’d been waiting for the other shoe to drop for years now. And it had. Her long-time boyfriend and life-long friend had broken up with her in a spectacularly humiliating and public manner. Ron’s tongue down Astoria Greengrass’s throat at a ministry gala last weekend celebrating the expansion of the DRCMC - Hermione’s department! - had been plastered over the gossip pages of all newspapers and society magazines. She’d thought nothing could be worse than enduring the pitying glances and whispered words wherever she went. Silly her, she thought public humiliation, her boyfriend’s betrayal and everyone being privy to her carefully constructed life imploding in her face would be all she would have to go through.  

Of course not.

Hermione glared at two matronly witches whispering behind their hands as they surreptitiously eyed her. When they noticed her scowl they scampered down the corridor, their old-fashioned robes swishing behind them. It had been close to two months and it seemed like Britain’s wizarding society was still not over the entertainment Hermione’s situation provided them.

She wondered what they would think if they knew what she had learned from Healer Abbott five minutes ago while expecting nothing more than a diagnosis of the common stomach bug. If they could only read the rolled up scroll she was gripping so tightly her knuckles had turned white.

This was different than the other hundred problems currently plaguing her. This was personal. Something that all the others witches and wizards, healers and staff currently milling about all around her in the lobby of St Mungo’s second floor would not have dared to imagine could happen to Hermione Granger, Brightest Witch of Her Age, one-third of the Golden Trio, about to become head of Department for Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, essentially the most driven and ambitious witch in all of Britain.

No, nobody would imagine that she was capable of jeopardising her entire career and future goals in such a clichéd manner, all by herself.

Wait, that wasn’t true. She scowled as memories of gossamer soft hair beneath her fingers, an icy grey gaze trained on her lips and a chiseled pale torso languidly moving above her assaulted her mind, crumbling her resolve to not think about a certain platinum blond who had tipped Hermione’s world on its axis that fateful night.

In more ways than one, she thought as blood rushed to her cheeks.

Not wanting to spend one minute more in the place which had delivered the news of her doom, she steadily moved towards the fire-places lined for floo-travel from St. Mungo’s, dreading going back to her corner office at the Ministry.

How was she supposed to meet the eyes of all her colleagues and friends knowing what she knew? How was she supposed to carry on like nothing had changed when her whole life had?

Green flames died down behind her as she stepped into the Ministry’s main atrium, keeping her head down and hoping no one would stop her. Quickly snagging a relatively empty lift, she almost breathed a sigh of relief as she arrived at her level without incident.

She just needed time to herself. Time to regroup and compartmentalise her thoughts, come up with the best solution to this new problem which eclipsed everything that had transpired with Ron a few months back.

With renewed resolve she stepped out of the lift and looked up.

Her heart seized in her chest, missing a very telling beat at the sight of the tall, platinum blond wizard silently nodding at whatever her mentor and DRCMC head Helena Hornby was enthusiastically gesticulating about.

His face was blank and impassive and if she didn’t know better she’d think he wasn’t paying a lick of attention to whatever Hornby was so excited about. But she knew better.

Nothing slipped his notice. He was the bane of the senior members of the Ministry and the Wizengamot. She’d seen him throw their own words - said during tipsy socialising at various Ministry events - back at their faces with a barely suppressed air of haughtiness at various meetings and conferences where he lobbied for the Malfoy Estate and Holdings. He was a clever conversationalist. If he was listening to someone speak with a vacant expression, he was either cataloguing every word to memory or they were boring him to death. There was really no way to tell.

Hermione almost stumbled as she hurriedly hid behind a potted Flutterby Bush beside the lifts. Fortunately, it wasn’t in bloom, she didn’t need her newly sensitive nose assaulted with heady scents, no matter how pleasant.

She held her breath as Malfoy’s head briefly turned in her general direction as the plant shook and quivered at Hermione’s close proximity. Hornby clutched his forearm to get his attention back.

Malfoy stiffened and deftly shook off the tall woman’s hand with pursed lips. Hermione almost sniggered as he tried to suppress his annoyance. She would have rolled her eyes, but she had become entirely too familiar with the peacock dancing and preening many witches (and some wizards) attempted in Malfoy’s presence, trying to get his attention or start awkward conversation that always led to them asking him out and him turning them down.

Her mouth twisted in a grimace. Her Department head, who was happily married, was no exception to the charm of the deceptively pleasant and attractive persona her school bully now went about wearing. After the war, he had turned his public image around 180 degrees and many contributed it to his parents looming influence and legacy no longer shadowing him. Lucius Malfoy was serving life in Azkaban and Narcissa Malfoy had decided to shift to the Malfoy estate in France to get away from the shunning glances and vitriolic words of the rest of the Wizarding society.

Everyone had thought that the Malfoy heir would follow after his mother, but he hadn’t. He had defied everyone’s expectations with his actions.

Thoughts of Malfoy’s miraculous redemption fled her mind as she noticed a branch of the Flutterby nearing her stealthily. She shuffled back, inwardly cursing whoever thought putting a pot of the most unsuitable plant in the Ministry’s cold interiors would be a good idea.

Fortunately, it looked like Malfoy had finally had enough of whatever Hornby was talking about as he started to turn towards the row of lifts, probably making some excuse to leave. Hermione couldn’t hear much from her crouched position.

Let it be said that Hermione was afraid of no-one, she just did not want to deal with what she had learned that morning without forming a plan of action first.

She felt a slight tickle under her nose and she hastily slapped at the branch which had sneaked under face, but not before her nose twitched and a loud sneeze resounded throughout the lobby. She froze, her hands snapping up to cover her mouth.

She looked up, her eyes widening

Malfoy was watching her with bemusement, his head tilted to the side. “What are you doing Granger?”

Hermione scrambled to stand up with as much dignity she could muster after getting caught hiding behind a plant. She brushed off her sensible black skirt, her nose rising in the air as if nothing out of ordinary had happened.

She sniffed. “I was just checking if the Flutterby was in bloom.”  

“Right," drawled Malfoy, eyes glinting with amusement as he watched her stiffly walk towards Hornby. Her department head gave her a confused look.

“You were eavesdropping. Clearly something you’re not good at.” His tone turned mocking. “Who would’ve thought.”

Hermione whirled around to glare at him. “I wasn’t—“

Her words died in her throat. Malfoy was eyeing the scroll of parchment in her right hand which she hadn’t even realised she was crumpling under her tight grip.

The scroll bound by a lime green ribbon signature of all paperwork from St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries.  

Hermione reflexively moved both her hands behind her back, her left hand clutching her right wrist in her best appropriation of a casual stance.

He glanced up impassively, giving her a terse nod before striding towards an open lift, not waiting to hear whatever explanation she might have come up with for eavesdropping on him and Hornby.

“What was that all about?” Hornby muttered, frowning at Hermione.

Her mentor was a tall woman in her mid-thirties with auburn hair and kind brown eyes. Hermione liked her. Most of the time.

She shrugged, changing the subject smoothly. “What were you and Malfoy discussing? Anything important that I need to know about?”

Hornby smiled, her eyes lighting up. “I was just reminding him about the meeting scheduled before lunch today. His presence at a HEPA meeting is going to send a strong message to all the other departments. They’re gonna take our draft legislation seriously or risk getting on Malfoy’s bad side.”

Hermione’s jaw clenched as Hornby talked about her most ambitious project as some sort of joke which could only be legitimised through a rich lobbyist’s sponsorship. House Elves (Protection and Advocacy) Bill  or HEPA for short was the defining idea of Hermione’s short career, conceived when she was just a school girl shaking donation boxes under other students’ noses for S.P.E.W. After five years working at the ministry, her idea for Elfish reform was finally getting somewhere.

“Why do we need his sponsorship again?” she asked curtly. “It’s not like the bill is envisaging House Elf freedom. It’s simply outlawing Elf abuse and allowing them a chance to be represented by the ministry in legal disputes.”

Hornby gave her that patient look which always gave Hermione the impression that even though her mentor clearly admired her intellect, she thought Hermione was still a little wet behind the ears.

Usually Hermione didn’t mind it, always eager to learn more about the psyche of the upper echelons of the Wizarding society, but in this context, where her school nemesis was involved, it rankled.

“We are essentially asking for house elves to be categorised as legal entities capable of taking their masters to the Wizengamot through a Ministry representative in extreme cases. That is bound to cause an uproar, Miss Granger.” Her lips twisted in a grimace. “Never mind the fact that we have had to limit this option to a few exceptional situations and House Elves are not likely to come forward and demand justice anyway, most witches and wizards will not see eye to eye with the DRCMC on this.”

Hermione sighed, reminded of the uphill battle in front of her. She had gotten a bit distracted with the recent developments in her personal life. Her desk was piling up with statistical reports and legal research she had to review and proposals she had to draft for the exact purpose of making witches and wizards see eye to eye with them on this bill.

Hornby continued. “Wealth matters, Miss Granger. No matter how much we want the system to work purely on the basis of good morals and righteousness, if people don’t see their own advantage in these kind of things, they don’t care much for it.”

Hermione rolled her eyes. “And that’s where Malfoy comes in.”

They were familiar enough with each other that Hornby didn’t mind Hermione’s cheek. “He has the galleons.” She shrugged, folding her arms. “And the connections.”

Hermione scowled. “That itself is a travesty.” She shuffled her medical report from one hand to the other. “I have to get back to work. I’ll see you at the meeting before lunch.”

With a nod of farewell, Hermione entered the archway that led to her department. The main hall contained the small cubicles for entry level workers and beyond that a series of equally sized boxed walls comprised the individual offices.

Hermione dodged interdepartmental memos as she made her way to the one north-east corner of the building. She loved her office. She only had one office neighbour directly to her left. An aged man who worked for the Office of Misinformation. She’d learned that he was long past his retirement age but still refused to actually retire. Hermione appreciated his hard work, as well as his penchant for being quiet and un-obtrusive.

As soon as Hermione entered she set about making some tea to calm her stomach. Waving her wand to start on boiling some water in the kettle kept on the side table, she took out her favourite green tea and a chipped mug Ginny had gifted her for Christmas two years ago which she only ever took out of its hiding place in the drawer when she was alone. The mug was a rather unfortunate consequence of Ginny’s lewd sense of humour and her awareness of Hermione’s aversion to Quidditch.

Hermione rolled her eyes at the looping picture of a broomstick flying on the porcelain surface before the spell “Reducio!” flashes in bold black letters and the broomstick shrinks, flying straight beneath the long skirts of an unsuspecting witch who widens her eyes.

If anyone other than Ginny had given it to Hermione, she would have clobbered them over the head with it.

Tea in hand she sat down behind her desk with a sigh, going over the  disastrous morning in her head like a movie reel.

Waking up tired and annoyed after a day of meetings and draft revisions of HEPA while avoiding inquisitive glances and words in the cafeteria and the corridors, finding out that Witch Weekly had published another piece about her and Ron in their “Trouble in Paradise” section of their society pages. Which also happened to have a picture of Draco Malfoy leaving an Opera House in Paris with a long legged blonde on his arm.

That had been enough to put Hermione in a foul mood but then her stomach had decided to act up again for the fifth time that week and because her own remedies had failed her she’d finally scheduled an appointment at St Mungo’s.

Then everything had crashed and burned around her.

Hermione burned holes in the crumpled parchment on her desk with her eyes.

She was pregnant. And she knew for a fact that it wasn’t Ron’s child, not that would have been any consolation. Her relationship with her school friend was also currently on the way down the drain if she didn’t do anything about it soon.

Her priorities had shifted though, and as her mind so helpfully supplied the image of Malfoy’s cold eyes just a few minutes ago, she began to comprehend the daunting task ahead of her.

That night had meant nothing, just a way to get back at Ron for kissing the younger Greengrass girl in front of half the British wizarding society. Malfoy had been the only one who had followed her after she left the ballroom with deadened eyes and her cheeks on fire, Harry had pulled Ron away to no doubt give him a piece of his mind and Ginny hadn’t been in attendance that night.

Afterwards she had wondered if Malfoy had only followed her because he didn’t trust her wandering by herself in his manor. He hadn’t been sympathetic or pitying when he found her in an empty study, just asked her if she’d like something stronger than the glass of champagne she’d been clutching in her hand. She’d agreed and as they shared a bottle of the finest firewhiskey in front of the fireplace in silence, something reckless took over her. She’d reached across the couch and grabbed his shirt to pull his mouth down to hers.

Later she’d convince herself that it had been the firewhiskey, but she knew better, she’d been entirely too sober when she kissed him. Too sober to blame it on anything else but her need to feel those full lips on hers, to run her fingers through silver strands that created a halo around his head in the moonlight filtering in from the tall window, and to finally satisfy a forbidden curiosity that she’d kept close to her heart since fourth year at Hogwarts.

A curiosity that had strayed too far from innocent teenage musings over the years.

But the worst part was, even now that she was facing the consequences of acting on her forbidden desires, she knew that that one night had done nothing to douse the fire of the depraved thoughts that came to her deep in the night, when she was all alone.

No, that one night had only served to add fuel to the flame.

Putting her mug down with a thunk on the desk, she reached up to massage her temples as she felt the familiar pressure of a stress headache beginning to form.

When she had rejected Ron’s marriage proposal at their favourite restaurant close to three months ago, she hadn’t known that one refusal would snowball into events that would forever change her life. She berated herself for telling him no in front of the whole restaurant, she should have accepted and then gently let him down in private. Then Ron wouldn’t have felt vindictive enough to return the favour and she wouldn’t have ended up in Draco Malfoy’s arms of all people.

Then she wouldn’t be carrying the baby of her school bully.

She didn’t know where it had all gone wrong. She vaguely remembered casting a contraceptive charm after they’d hurriedly divested their clothes just enough to allow him to thrust into her and erase all thoughts of precautions from her mind. Maybe she hadn’t been precise enough. Contraceptive charms weren’t always foolproof anyway.

She’d been uncharacteristically careless and now she was paying the price.

A thought popped into her head, replacing despair with anger.

She wasn’t the only person responsible for this, Malfoy could also have been more careful that night.

He could have refused her advances.

For all that he went about displaying his superiority and for all his vows in school that she was filthy, he hadn’t objected once to sex with her. Where was all his pure-blood nonsense when it was needed. Short term embarrassment at his rejection would have been better than this.

Apart from her, Harry and Ron, everyone else believed that he had changed for the better. His countless charity drives, reparation efforts and ministry donations, as well as his tendency to be behind all the post-war reconstruction efforts as a sponsor aided that public perception. He made frequent appearances at society events and funnelled galleons where they were required in the Ministry to clear the negative reputation his father had acquired for the Malfoy name.  

She didn’t buy that he had genuinely changed. Even though she had testified for him, believing that he didn’t deserve an Azkaban sentence was different from believing that he would shed his blood supremacist prejudices that easily.

Malfoys gravitated towards power, they didn’t rest until they got what they wanted. She wouldn’t put it past him to adopt a pleasant, progressive veneer to do exactly that.

Hermione got up as her stomach twisted for the second time that day. She didn’t have any of the nausea calming potions listed in the parchment atop her desk so she settled for taking deep breaths till the sensation passed.

No matter what she thought about Malfoy, she needed to tell him. Although her Gryffindor morals and passionate self-righteousness had evened out as she’d aged, she still had some tenets she stuck by. The thought of keeping the information that she was pregnant with his child from Malfoy didn’t sit right with her. No matter what she decided in the end, as the father he deserved to know about it.

As she took another deep breath her resolve hardened. She would tell him. Today. After the meeting. She would ask him to lunch and she would tell him.

[bchanslvr]

𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞

      pairing - Draco X Harry, and Draco/Astoria will be mentioned

      summary - Just some after the war Drarry with some angst and fluff.

      warnings - none :)

      words - 2, 568

      side-note - The beginning might seem a bit boring but I swear the further you read the more interesting it gets :>

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It was yet another boring day at work in the ministry. Harry was the head Auror along with his assistant Jade. She was helpful and helped Harry a lot. Even outside of work. So much so that most people thought they were dating. But they always responded with ' He's like a brother to me ' or ' She has a boyfriend ' whenever they asked them about it.

On the other side of him was Draco Malfoy. The head of the bank ministry. After the war, he had married Astoria and found himself a decent job to support them. Harry had dated Ginny for a while after the war till they broke up because they knew that the chemistry they had before wasn't working.

Harry and Draco would see each other almost every Fridays or Saturdays. Fridays were for work and or meetings. As Saturdays were for catching up or getting tea. And in the weekdays (excluding Friday) a quick nod or a smile, or a simple 'Good Morning' was always visible between the two.

The Golden Trio and the Bronze Trio had made up after the war and were good friends now.  But only Hermione and Ron knew about Harry's silly crush on Malfoy. And they’d tease him about it all the time.

He was devastated when he found out that Draco had married Astoria and planned on starting a family with her soon.

Many people thought that Harry would marry Ginny and have children with her but due to certain circumstances that didn’t work out.  

Harry tried so hard to move on but he was helpless. He tried dating others to keep his mind away from Malfoy but he couldn’t. Because every time he was reminded of soft blonde hair, crystal grey eyes, expensive cologne, and snarky comments. And it was especially difficult to keep these emotions when they met up almost every day.

Speaking of meeting up, today was a Saturday which means he'd get to hang out with Draco.

Harry was in his room in Grimmauld place getting ready for a nice evening at a nearby cafe with Draco.

It was the middle of summer meaning it was very hot in London. Harry was wearing a white button-up t-shirt underneath a plain dark navy blue jumper with beige pants, white socks, and checkered Vans shoes. After he left his house and was halfway there, he realized it was actually quite windy today despite the scorching sun blazing down on the streets. ‘Maybe I should have brought a jacket’ he thought as he crossed the street to the cafe,

The thought immediately disappearing once he found Draco sitting there in one of the corners drinking coffee. He made his way over to Draco and sat on the opposite of him.

Draco was wearing a dark blue shirt, tucked into some black jeans with black dress shoes, and he looked extremely hot just sitting there and sipping his coffee looking around like he had no care in the world. Harry tried his best to not blush when he saw Draco starting him discreetly as if he was trying to see what’s underneath-

Clearing his throat Harry said “Good Evening Draco”

“Good evening to you too Harry“ Draco replied as he looked out the window as if he was embarrassed.

‘Why is today so awkward?‘ Harry asked himself.

‘Is maybe today the day I should ask him?..., Who am I kidding he’s married... and I think even if he’s wasn’t he wouldn't like me that way, plus I think he doesn’t even like guys and-‘

He was shook away from his thoughts as a waitress pulled up next to him to ask his order. Harry ordered a medium hot chocolate with extra marshmallows, to reduce the amount of coffee he usually drinks at work.

After she left, Harry took another minute to stare at the man in front of him only to realize he was already being stared at.

A light tint of pink almost barely visible was spreading on Draco’s cheeks as he was caught in the act. A light blush also appearing on Harry’s cheeks as he realized that Draco was staring at him.

Not wanting to accept speechlessness or defeat Draco asked "So... um, How are you, Harry?"

‘Wow Draco, so smooth‘ He told himself as he waited for Harry’s answer.

"Ummm, ya I’m good, h-how is everything going on with you?" Harry strutted as he blushed more.

"Pretty good. My team is working on a somewhat difficult project but they’re doing a good job and Astoria's job is also going great"

"Oh..." said Harry sipping his chocolate trying not to sound as if his heart didn’t break from the inside.

"Are you okay Harry?” Draco asked, concerned slightly at how Harry suddenly became quiet.

"Yeah I'm fine...," Harry lied.

Another minute of silence passed as both took sips out of their drinks and occasionally stopped to look at each other for a brief second without letting the other know.

It was too awkward for Draco to handle so as a distraction from the silence Draco asked “So, umm, h-have you found a boyfriend or a girlfriend yet?”

"No, not yet..." replied Harry.

Harry was openly bi seeing nothing wrong with hiding it. And let’s just say Draco and Cedric might have been his bi awakening in his school years.

Almost everyone he knew were dating. Ron and Hermione, Pansy and Blaise, Ginny and Luna, Dean and Seamus, Jade and Zach, and lastly Draco and Astoria...

He was the only single one(seeming to never be consistent with keeping a partner because they always reminded him of Draco).

Everyone would always ask Harry if he had anyone in mind because they hated seeing Harry being lonely while everyone had a significant other. But he’d always reply with a no. But the truth is, he did have someone in mind but they already had someone.

"You should find someone Harry...," said Draco feeling sympathy for the man in front of him.

"Yes, I know..."

There was a long silence once more but it wasn’t like earlier when it was awkward. It was sort of comforting, yet kind of lonely.

"I think I should leave...," called Harry as he began to rise from his seat

"No don't!"

Draco held out his hand to Harry, to keep him there. They both blushed at the sudden contact.

"Okay... So, how is everything going on with umm... Astoria?" asked Harry trying to change the subject.

"Great. She's very kind and understanding."

"Oh...," Harry tried to hold back a tear as he thought about how Draco was already happy with someone else.

‘You know what. Fuck it.‘ thought Harry.

‘If now isn’t the time to ask him then there is no other‘

"D-Draco c-could you come with me somewhere?" Harry asked keeping his head down in case he got rejected.

"Okay," Draco replied as curiosity got the best of him.

It seemed like the right thing to say because Harry’s face lit up with a small smile.

Harry practically almost begged(not really) the waitress to come collect their drinks and for them to pay so they could get out of the shop sooner.

Once sorting out that mess, Harry dragged Draco out of the shop.

“So, where are we going?”

“Well, that’s a surprise. Follow me!“ said Harry and he started running without a warning making Draco follow him to wherever he was taking him.

Draco followed Harry through alleys, shops, doors, tunnels, almost all the way to the other side of the village.

‘How in Merlin is he still so energetic and fast,‘ Draco wondered as he ran and ran, following behind Harry.

Draco was getting tired, and so was Harry as he started slowing down near the end of their run.

Draco closed his eyes for a second to catch his breathing and when he opened them back up, Harry was standing there, right in front of him.

“Well?“

Harry simply just smiled before taking Draco’s hands with his own and intertwining them.

Draco inhaled sharply, Harry’s hands were so soft and warm. They were like a warm blanket that could protect you from all the horrors of the world as long as you're with them.

Harry was swinging their hands slightly as he walked them both through a small opening near a wall.

“We’re almost there,“ said Harry. Draco jumped slightly at Harry’s voice. He had been so caught up with holding Harry’s hands, that he nearly forgot they were going somewhere.

They stepped through the opening and-

Draco gasped loudly, shock written on his entire face.

A huge green meadow was flowing through his feet, it filled with all kinds of flowers, and fireflies dancing about. The sky now dark with ink, shining brightly of crystals, the moon electing an ethereal glow down onto the lands. A small tree-house was visible among the distance of the hundreds of trees littering the area as a barrier. This place looked like an area from a fantasy book. So mesmerizing, yet so unreal.

"It’s a really pretty place isn't it Draco?" asked Harry as he started up at the sky watching the stars flicker.

"Yes, it really is," Draco said in awe.

“How did you find this place?,“ questioned Draco as he continued to look around.

Harry laughed a small bitter laugh before saying something that broke Draco’s heart, “Sirius, my godfather, he showed this place, before you know...”

“He said this was a place that he used to hangout lot with my father and Remus, and Peter...,“ Harry’s eyes were now glazed, looking at the sky as if his parents and godfather would just magically appear before his eyes and tell him that everything was not real and that they were actually there.

Draco saw as Harry deep breath before closing his eyes and opening them back again to look at him with a look of pure love and admiration making Draco heart ache.

He squeezed Harry’s hands softly before asking him, "Why did you bring me here? Not that I’m complaining,” Draco chuckled “I feel honored to be here”

"Umm... Well... I wanted to tell y-you something...," strutted Harry, suddenly feeling nervous.

"Well what is it?," Draco asked.

He turned around to face Harry who's face was red and looking at the ground as if he was a small child, cowering in fear. Concerned he lifted Harry's chin so he was looking at him. Draco couldn't help but stare at those gorgeous green eyes he’s dreamed about, the green in his eyes looking like little galaxies. Harry stared right back at the sparkling grey ones, the grey eyes he’s seen so many times. They didn't know how but their faces were mere inches away from each other when they snapped back into reality.

Harry took a deep breath before building up some courage to say, "Draco... I-I like you..."

"Y-you like me?..." asked Draco, shock once more written on his face. He questioned internally if he was hearing this correctly or if this was his imagination.

"Yes, you. I’ve liked you a lot ever since third year. I can't keep my feelings for you hidden anymore Draco. It killed me when I found out you married Astoria. I tried to keep my mind away from you by dating others but I couldn't because they could never be like you. I’ll understand if you don’t like me or don’t want to be my friend anymore. I have to express my feelings for you now, or it’s never."

"Oh, Harry... I-I like you too, ever since we met,” now it was Harry’s turn to be shocked. ‘Draco’s joking, right? He doesn’t really love me right? right?,’ Harry questioned.

“I'm really sorry Harry, I never meant to hurt you. I’ve liked you a lot Harry, so much! And I know I never really expressed any of it during the war or school you know... I’m really sorry Harry! I really am and I never even wanted to marry Astoria! Yes, she’s really amazing and all a pure-blood man could ask for but... I want you. The only reason I married her was because my father forced me to so we can continue the bloodline. We only pretend to like each other Harry, and we’ve never even touched each other other than the kiss at the wedding at some kisses here and there for paparazzi. "

"Your lying! I know you are! You’d never like me!”

“S-she's prettier than me, and she’s so much more kinder and nicer than me, and s-she’s... I’m nothing like her and-

"Shut up Harry! You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are! Your eyes look like emeralds, so fucking beautiful and mesmerizing. You're so kind and nice to everyone. You've saved so many people! Hell, you sacrificed yourself for the whole wizarding world! YOU defeated the dark lord Harry! You... You even gave me a second chance..."

Harry blushed at the compliment given by Draco. They were still staring at each other their faces almost pressing. Draco was looking down. Harry couldn't stand Draco like this.

One of his favorite things about Draco is how he can take care of himself without needing other people’s help. He knew that if he was Draco’s boyfriend, he didn’t have to take care of anything. He was tired of taking care of others, he wanted others to take care of him. And here he was Draco, who would do that for him. Take care of him, love him, and treat him like an equal human being instead of Harry Potter. He knew that Draco liked him because of his personality and not for who he was. That’s why he loved him so much.

He lifted up Draco’s chin and kissed him, full on the lips. Draco was shocked but kissed him back. He’s been waiting for this moment for so long, he wasn’t going to end it here. Not ever.

His hands traveled down Harry's back down to his waist holding him there not letting him go anywhere for the last time. Harry's hands were on Draco's neck and his hair holding him. Draco was his and his only from now on.

It was nothing like the kisses they had with Ginny or Astoria. It could never compare. This wasn’t just any kiss, it was the kiss.

There wasn’t any sympathy or pity or pain, no. It was filled with pure love, adoration, and passion for one another. He didn’t want to change any of this, and it wasn’t ever going to.

They pulled apart for air, their foreheads resting on one another, eyes closed in bliss and contentment. They looked into each others eyes and smiled. A true smile, no sneers, no smirks, a true genuine smile.

Tears were running down Harry's face. He had finally gotten the Happy Ending he wanted.

They shared a brief kiss before they sat down on the grass, Harry's head on Draco's lap staring at the now fully sparkling, crystal sky. Draco stroked Harry's hair grinning from ear to ear. He was finally happy.

“Harry?“

“Yes?“

“Will you be my boyfriend?“ Draco asked as he looked down at those green eyes that had made him fall in love.

“Of course,“ Harry replied staring at his grey eyes that haunted him wherever he went.

"I love you Draco"

"I love you too Harry"

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Hello everyone! I hope your having a wonderful day or if your going to sleep then have a wonderful night! I was in the mood to write and I cooked this baby up and I don’t know how to feel about this. I haven’t written in a while so sorry if this is a little all over the place, and a little crappy. Anyways I hope you enjoyed this! 

And now I’m going to tag two of my favorite people so they can criticize this:

@choke-me-pansy and @dearhogwarts

[writtenbysj]

A Soulmate Who Wasn’t Meant To Be…

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak, Cormac McLaggen

Summary: Unstable relationship.

Word Count: 1362

Cold, salty tears desperately traced your cheeks. Your nose was no longer pink from your blush, but from crying. Your lips--crimson and swollen. You rounded into an alcove before you let yourself truly break down. There, you shakily rubbed your robes against your eyes to dry the tears.

Time with Draco was fleeting, and you had known it. Everyone knew it. It was a pattern, a fucking annoying pattern that was inquisitively predictable, but still you felt you could change him and that you could be the different one.

Being in different houses was already difficult. But holidays were a new added stress that had yet to be endured. Christmas had come and gone. Not to mention not a single letter.

I told you...my father wouldn’t want a non-slytherin at our parties. It’s more than just your blood status.

Draco, I can handle it.

Well, I don’t care. You’re not coming. How daft can a Ravenclaw be?

You hadn’t seen him on the train, but that doesn’t mean you didn’t hear the gossip or see the daily prophet with Astoria Greengrass standing proudly in his arms.

“I think it would be best to confront him. I do not believe it to be wise to let others determine the fate of your relationship,” Luna had said on the train.

So that’s what you did. After the thestreal ride to the castle, after the feast you navigated your way to the dungeons. Waiting to the side to avoid wandering Slytherins.

And that’s when you heard it. Lustful giggling and hushed whispers.

You stayed hidden in the shadows as the pair passed, too timid to confront the them. It was then you decided you would no longer seek him first, if he cared he would come to you.

The first night was long and grueling. Constantly tossing and turning around your sheets. Keeping your head buried under your quilt to muffle your cries.

You ate with Luna and Cho that next morning. Poking at your porridge, but not eating because you just could not stomach it. Your friends quieted when Draco and Astoria entered the Great Hall with their friends.

Cho sliding her textbook across the table to keep you from looking at the two, “Have you read this chapter? I don’t understand it.”

Your eyes wandered past her book and to the Slytherin table. His blue eyes landing on yours for a moment before flicking them away. His emotions unreadable.

“No. We haven’t even started our new classes yet,” you said quietly as you stood to exit the great hall.

Your classes had gone smoothly...mostly paired with gryffindors and a few hufflepuffs. You felt as though you could breathe a little more.

You had skipped dinner, and headed straight for the library. Wanting to be alone and tend to your bountifully-assigned homework.

You were deep in a book, reading upon the various uses of the Girding Potion.

“You should be at dinner.”

Looking up, you see his familiar unreadable expression, “You should be with your girlfriend.” Unsure if you meant yourself or Astoria.

His lips crooked into a sad smile, “About that.”

You could feel your stomach hurl down to hell, “No really.” You closed your book, finding the a small power of confidence.

“I’m sure Astoria is looking for you. Practically attached at the hip, you two. You’re a stranger, I don’t even know you anymore. I never should have thought we would really make it, I mean you said it yourself ‘how daft can a Ravenclaw be’.”

“Y/N, I didn’t mean it like that. I just...”

“I knew you’d leave me. I just didn’t think you would do it so easily.”

“I’m sorry,” he said painfully, avoiding your eyes.

“Me too, Draco. I wish I could go back and leave you that day we met. I could’ve done the stupid project on my own. Merlin knows you were just using me anyways.”

That night you slept more peaceful than the night before, but your heart was still in peaces. To be so easily replaced was more than soul crushing, it was physically painful. You could feel your stomach knot, and a headache forming from your knit eyebrows.

The next morning you finally ate. Dark rings still circled your eyes like old friends, rekindling a close bond. But the day’s got easier and soon, you could recover from sleepless nights.

Entering charms, you were paired with Cormac McLaggen for a project. Never giving him much thought, you were surprised at his prominent interest in you.

“We can start tonight? I’ll meet you after dinner, we can study at the fields outside,” he said, his blue eyes gazing into yours.

You bit your lip, considering his proposition, “Outside? Why not just the library?”

“It's stuffy and we have to be quiet in there. The weather is nice and we can be as obnoxious as we want,” he smirked.

“Obnoxious? What exactly are you proposing we do tonight, McLaggen?,” you giggled.

“Might just take you for a ride on my broom if the project gets too boring,Y/L/N.”

“Last name basis, huh? Well, come find me when you’re done eating,” you said slyly, standing up from your seat.

Dinner went by quickly, and your friends kept giggling at the flirty eyes Cormac kept sending you. Unknown to you, Draco was monitoring you both from his side of the hall. Ignoring his friends and Astoria.

His hands folded into fists, as Cormac approached you and you left with your arm snaked in his. Giggling at his exaggerated gentleman approach.

Studying with Cormac proved difficult when he paid more attention to you than the project at hand. “Cormac, we will never finish if you keep asking about me.”

“Forgive me for wondering how you know absolutely everything about everything.”

You laughed at his statement, “I don’t. That’s hermione, you know, the girl in your house that’s friends with Harry and Ron?”

“Yeah, yeah, but she’s less interesting than you,” he said leaning into his elbow that dug into the grass.

“Well, if we’re not working. How about that ride, hm?” you proposed.

“Thought you’d never ask,” he smirked. Sitting behind him, you wrapped your arms around his waist. Your face resting on his shoulder inhaling his musky scent. Flying above the grounds, then the lake, he showed you every inch of the school that he could.

You felt happy and comforted, but still he was no Draco. He later kissed your cheek as you left to return to your dorm. Unsure of your own feelings. On one hand, Cormac was giving you the attention you always wanted from Draco, but still, Draco stoked a fire in you and you found yourself exploring new boundaries with him. And that’s what excited you about him.

“McLaggen, huh? You know he trades girls more than the Magpies trade players right?”

Spinning on your heel, you saw the starkly pale boy emerge from the shadows of a nearby alcove.

“The same could be said for you. Guess old habits die hard,” you said before continuing your retreat.

“Clearly, you weren’t as in love as you said then, Darling. Moving on quickly, arent’ you,” he asked, stepping closer.

“You don’t get to say that. I knew it was coming, for weeks I knew you were growing bored with me,” you said through gritted teeth.

Still, he walked closer, backing you into a wall. “Was I? Or was it in your head? Did you ever go to bed without a kiss here or here?” His sultry lips, kiss the nape of your neck and trek to your lips.

“You were embarrassed. Couldn’t even spend Holiday together,” you spat out.

“That’s on me, Darling. I didn’t want you being belittled by my father,” he said against your lips. His warm breath kissing your hungry mouth.

“Tell me why I woke up to a picture of Astoria in your arms.”

“That’s on me again,” he breathed.

“Then what do you want,” you asked.

“You.”

His calloused hands roamed your back then your butt. Squeezing you closer, until your pelvis grinded against his bulge. His lips bruising your skin.

Pt.2?

[malfoymanortings]

bad child

SUMMARY: Gwendolyn Weasley was the only one of her family to be sorted into Slytherin, and she becomes the black sheep of the family. her morals get twisted as she fights for her place in Slytherin house, but will she lose them completely?

PAIRINGS: none, eventual Draco X OC if continued.

hello! really im not sure if this is worth continuing, but it’s been floating around my mind for awhile so I decided to start writing it out. possibly will become a mini series if anyone wants it? enjoy!

Ginerva and Gwendolyn Weasley were the second set of twins to be born to the Weasley family. Their parents had been ecstatic to finally receive the girls they had so desperately wanted (more so Molly than Arthur), that it temporarily overshadowed the sheer panic of them having been twins. Twin girls.

Their first set of twins, Fred and George, had been more than several handfuls to deal with. If they weren’t lighting something on fire, they were terrorizing their easiest target, their youngest brother Ron.

The girls had proved to be just as difficult in their own way.

From a very early age Gwendolyn was able to convince Ginerva to do just about anything she said. Stealing from muggle shops, their siblings, neighbors; setting out more vindictive traps for the muggles around their neighborhood. The girls were close, but there was always the understanding between them that Gwendolyn was the leader out of the two. In addition to that, she was also the more manipulative and cunning of the two.

That’s not to say that Ginerva wasn’t strong in herself. She just loved her twin dearly, and was willing to put her own morals aside for the sake of keeping the peace with her twin. Gwendolyn had always felt that as the only girls, and the second set of twins, they needed to work hard to stand out and not let opportunities for power pass them by. Even if that power was only enjoying stolen bubble gum while their siblings had none.

Regardless of her questionable morals, Gwendolyn fiercely loved her family and had a conscience, contrary to what her older brother Percy seemed to think. She just cared more about what would be best for her and in turn, her twin, than how her actions would affect others. Gwendolyn would go to the ends of the earth to ensure Ginerva was okay.

By the time the girls had turned nine, their parents had come to realize that although Ginerva was normally at the forefront of the trouble they got into, Gwendolyn was the orchestrator of the scheme. No matter how many times Molly berated the girls for their wrongdoings, they didn’t stop. She spoke with Ginerva and told her she did not always have to go along with her sisters plans, and she spoke with Gwendolyn, telling her just because Ginerva was willing to do things for her didn’t mean she should.

Ginerva had tearfully said she would do better. Gwendolyn had laughed.

When the girls had finally headed off to Hogwarts, their mother had fretted and worried and bitten her nails as she sent them off, giving their older brothers firm instruction to watch over them. Percy had taken the suggestion to heart and swore he would, the twins had saluted their mother and laughed as they nodded, Ron had just shrugged noncommittally. Molly even requested that Harry and Hermione do their best to watch out for them, and the second years promised they would.

Ginerva was sorted first. The hat sat on her head for a few moments before loudly proclaiming “GRYFFINDOR!”. The redhead made her way over to the rest of her redheaded family, who hooted and hollered and made a ruckus as she blushed.

Gwendolyn was next. The hat sat on her head for a few beats longer than her twin, before proclaiming “SLYTHERIN!” just as loudly as it had for Ginvera. The redhead’s eyes widened for a moment, before she quickly fixed her expression into an indifferent mask and walked stiffly towards the green and silver table. Her family at the Gryffindor table had hesitated before clapping; Percy with an expression of horror, the twins with a disappointed grimace, Ron with a mix of concern and fear, and Ginerva with a look of crushed devastation. 

Gwendolyn didn’t spare a second glance towards her family as she set down tentatively at the Slytherin table, hearing murmured whispers coming from an already established friend group a few seats down from her. She had felt out of place without her twin next to her.

“I’m Astoria,” the brunette next to her greeted, holding out a hand for her to shake.

“Gwendolyn,” she replied, giving the other girl a firm shake. “You can call me Gwen.”

The brunette nodded and smiled, before turning her attention back to the sorting.

“Weasley, hm?” a voice drawled to her left, and she turned to see a boy with slicked back silver hair giving her a haughty once over. “I’ll have to let father know they let one of you in Slytherin. Surely the hat has made a mistake. A muggle loving blood traitor would never be allowed in Slytherin.”

Gwendolyn paused for a moment, her thoughts racing. She knew enough about Draco Malfoy to know his approval would make or break her acceptance into Slytherin house. She needed to earn his approval. She had to show him he wasn’t just another Weasley. She had to break free.

Her eyes narrowed. “The hat doesn’t make mistakes, Malfoy. But perhaps you do. I’m not like my family. I absolutely hate muggles. They disgust me.”

She said the words with force, her lip slightly curled up in a snarl. A rush went through her at the admission. Her family would never allow her to talk like that. Although she didn’t thoroughly hate muggles, she certainly didn’t like them. It was thrilling to finally say it out loud.

Draco looked taken aback. He lifted an eyebrow, eyeing her appraisingly. “Well, Weasley, maybe your family isn’t a complete blood traitor waste after all.”

“My name is Gwendolyn.”

“I don’t recall caring.”

The two glowered at each other for a moment, before Dumbledore gathered everyone's attention for his speech. The night went on rather quickly from that moment, and before long they had headed up to their dorms. Gwendolyn spent her first night in Slytherin tower staring at the ceiling and contemplating her future. Tears would be useless. She had to be strong to get through her Hogwarts career. Her sister would not be at her side. That night, she resolved to be strong, sly, and cunning. It was her best bet at getting through the year unscathed.

Gwendolyn proved during her years at Hogwarts that she was nothing like her family. It gained her the approval of Malfoy, which shot her up the social ladder of Slytherin house. Astoria Greengrass had become her closest friend, and the two girls were accepted into Malfoy’s prominent social circle by the end of their first year. Her growth and flourishing in Slytherin house had driven a large wedge between herself and her family. Her voiced distaste of muggles and her turned nose at muggleborns did not go unnoticed by her family.

 In return for being accepted into Slytherin, she had lost her family relationships.

Summers were always the hardest. She no longer had Ginerva as a friend. The girls had grown cold and distant with each other as a result of Ginerva becoming more confident in herself without her sister constantly in her ear. Percy, before he too had abandoned their family for the ministry, had acted as though she didn’t exist. The twins were more and less the same, although they weren’t as sociable towards her as they were towards the others. Ron absolutely despised her for not only being Slytherin, but also being good friends with Malfoy. Charlie and Bill simply weren’t around.

Her mother was, to put it honestly, disappointed in how she had shunned everything she had been taught morally growing up. Her father resented the way she spoke of muggles, and endlessly attempted to change her mind. They didn’t understand that when she was sorted into Slytherin house as the only Weasley, she did what she needed to do to not only thrive, but survive. 

A small part of her that grown bigger over the years couldn’t help but start to believe in what the Slytherin’s thought. Especially with the way her family shunned her and couldn’t understand that she had done what she needed to do as a scared, lonely eleven year old.

Things had gotten worse since Voldemort's return. At the end of her fourth year, Ron and Ginny had accompanied Harry to the Department of Mysteries where they had fought against Death Eaters and Voldemort himself had shown up. Apparently in protest of Umbridge, they had been involved in Dumbledore’s Army, something they had not invited her to be part of. The rest of her family that still attended Hogwarts had been in the club, aside from her. 

She was used to not being included by now, of course. 

Her parents were a part of the Order of the Phoenix, an organization founded to fight Voldemort and his followers. Her siblings were much more informed on what went on during the meetings than she was. It wasn’t from her lack of trying, of course. When they had spent the summer at Grimmauld Place, she had attempted to listen in on the Extendable Ears with the others. But they always managed to shift away slightly or crowd around the ears so there was no way for her to hear. They simply didn’t trust her.

She had heard the Golden Trio speaking on more than one occasion about how she shouldn’t even have been allowed there with them. None of her siblings ever stuck up for her. It stung, but she supposed it was only reasonable. After all, she was a Slytherin. As Ron had always voiced, normally paired with a biting glare towards her, there wasn’t a witch or wizard that was in Slytherin that hadn’t gone bad. Apparently he had adopted the phrase from Hagrid.

So she sat outside most of the summer, alone, lying under the large Sycamore tree a yard away from the house. She had been offered more than once to visit her housemates' places during the summer, but her parents had forbidden it. With the war gaining momentum, it was too much of a risk. The unspoken message was clear. They didn’t trust that she would keep quiet about any 

“Hey, Gwen.”

Gwendolyn turned with a start, her thick red hair tumbling over her shoulder. Harry Potter stood a few feet away from her, looking awkward as he waited for her reply. She examined him for a moment. He was taller now, more filled out and sturdy, she supposed from an aesthetic standpoint she could understand why her sister liked him so much. 

“Can I help you?” the words were sharp, her brow raised as she awaited an answer. 

He rarely talked to her. None of them did really, except for when their mother forced them all too cheerily to interact ast family dinners and the more sparse family outings. But Harry had always treated her as though she were a bomb, one step too close and she might take him out. 

“Well, erm,” Harry seemed to blanch at her boldness. He seemed to have been expecting her to be more like Ginny. “I was wondering… I know you’re friends with Malfoy,” the name fell from his lips in a twisted spit. “Have you heard much from him this summer? I saw him in Knockturn alley while we were shopping for school supplies, and he seemed off. I just was wondering if he had said anything to you that made you worried.”

Gwendolyn stared at him for a moment, listening to him ramble on. He was awful at being subtle. He wanted to know if she knew any of Draco’s secrets, and he thought if he asked her nicely she would willingly give them up. She had to scoff at that. Typical Gryffindor.

“You’re concerned for his well being?” she stood, her voice falsely sweet. “That’s so kind of you, Potter. But from what I recall, you and Draco don’t care much for each other,” she tapped a finger to her chin, pretending to ponder the thought for a moment. “Oh! You were just hoping I would gossip with you. Perhaps next time, try Veritaserum. Or have your little brainiac give you a more subtle approach.”

Harry stuttered for a moment, seeming at a loss for words. He glanced backwards, and she followed his gaze to see Ron and Hermione standing at the front door of the Burrow, watching them. Her eyes narrowed, her jaw clenching.

“Get lost, Potter,” she snarled, anger flashing through her like a hot branding iron. “Or I’ll give them something to watch.”

“Right, erm, sorry.” Harry managed to say, turning and walking swiftly to the house. He didn’t spare her a backwards glance, and the trio slipped into the Burrow the moment Harry came back.

Gwen tamped down on her anger, wishing desperately she were at Hogwarts already. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

[bbyx]

ripple effect - part five

Summary: During her fourth year at Hogwarts, (y/n) Deauxville falls for none other than Cedric Diggory. But it's not easy when you have to deal with protecting your family's fortune, keeping your father's illness a secret and having two of your closest friends catch feelings for you.

Pairings : reader x cedric, reader x draco, reader x harry

(y/n) walks inside the huge double doors of Hogwarts when she gets hit in the face by a balloon. It explodes and leaves her soaking wet.

"Oh fuck you Peeves."

Peeves shrieks in delight seeing Millicent’s smooth newly straightened hair frizz back up to her usual red curls.

(y/n), Millicent and Daphne walk inside the bright Great Hall.

You eye your usual spot where Draco is sitting with his henchmen and you drag your friends away. They shoot you confused looks because you always sit in the exact center of the Slytherin table but you smile reassuringly.

"I want to be near the front today. So Daphne can have a front row seat to her sister's sorting ceremony."

Daphnee looks charmed by your thoughtfulness.

Thank god I was born a good liar.

The hat sings another ridiculous song. The first years line through the great hall and Professor Mcgonagall begins shouting names out. You start cracking your knuckles waiting for someone else to be sorted into Slytherin so your house can cheer loudly,

"Greengrass, Astoria"

"SLYTHERIN"

What seems like the entirety of the Slytherin house jumps up and cheers for the little brunette girl.

A proud looking Astoria Green takes the hat off and hurries to the Slytherin table, where everyone was applauding her. Harry caught a glance of (y/n) cheering Astoria on. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Slytherin table too.

During the whole dinner, (y/n) could feel Draco's eyes burning into the back of her head. She focused hard on not looking to her right and meeting his eyes. But during  dessert, while searching for the treacle tart, you meet his eyes. He looks strangely hurt?

As soon as Dumbledore starts his usual speech you zone out and start thinking about the hundreds of things on your mind and worrying about your father's business.

"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the inter-house Quidditch Cup will not take place this year."

"WHAT! Did he just... That's ridiculous... He can't possibly... Tell me he didn't just say... no quidditch?" You're at a loss for words.

Even if (y/n) didn't play Quidditch herself she was the Slytherin team's number one fan. She was there at any game, didn't matter the weather, and she screamed her lungs out cheering. The team even gave her an honorary member's Quidditch robe for Christmas. It was one of her most cherished possession.

For the first time this evening, you willingly look at Draco. You know that as the Slytherin Seeker Draco would be flipping tables. His cool gray eyes meet yours. He looks utterly unphased. You cock your head to the side, silently asking him What the fuck is going on?.

Just wait. He mouths back. (y/n) rolls her eyes at him, obviously annoyed and turns away.

A battered looking man bursts through the doors. His glass eye jerking around then fixes on (y/n). A shudder goes down her spine.

What a creepy little man.

"May I introduce the New Defense against The Dark Arts teacher" Professor Dumbledore bellows. "Professor Moody!"

Jesus fucking Christ.

"As I was saying" Dumbledore continues " we have the honour of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event which has not been held for over a century. It is my greatest pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year."

"YOU'RE JOKING!" says Fred loudly.

You were too busy trying to remember a conversation you overheard at the Burrow about Professor Moody to process all the excitement around you.

As students start to file out of the Great Hall, you feel someone tug at your robes.

"Do you know there's house elves at Hogwarts?" Hermione presses.

" Um yeah, never been to the kitchens?"

"No. And it wasn't mentioned in Hogwarts: A History." She purses her lips and continues.

"Do you have house elves (y/n)."

"We had a couple elves when I was little but then one of my dad's muggle business partners accidentally spotted one and the ministry had to erase his memory. Quite a funny little accident actually. So then my dad freed the elves and got muggle staff. Why?"

"Oh (y/n)! We have to do something about the house elves. It's basically slave labour. I was thinking about starting an organisa-"

She gets cut off by Fred and George.

" That's bloody bullshit! They can't do that!" George bursts. " We're seventeen in April, why can't we have a shot!"

"They're not stopping me entering." says Fred stubbornly. " The Champion'll get to do all sorts of stuff you'd never be able to do normally. And a hundred thousand Galleons."

"Yeah" says Ron wistfully "Yeah, a hundred thousand Galleons."

"God, Ron don't tell me you were actually thinking of entering. You wouldn't last a second" You tease.

"I'd last longer than you." He says poking his tongue out.

"Don't know about that" Harry joins.

"(Y/N) C'MON YOU'RE TAKING FOREVER." Daphne hollers from across the hall.

Ron turns a little pink when he hears her voice. Even though he would never admit it, you know he had a slight crush on Daphne.

You wave the Gryffindors goodbye and go meet your other friends.

"Death toll, huh?" Millicent says.

"Who do you think is gonna enter?" Daphne quips.

"I know Nick is gonna want to enter." Rolling your eyes at Millicent, who's blushes furiously whenever you mention your brother. " And probably some of his friends."

"You think Jeremy Barlett will enter? You shattered his nose less than a day ago!"

"Who knows" You laugh.

"(y/n)!"

You turn at the sound of that voice.

"Don't forget our date Saturday" Cedric shouts from the other end of the hallway. A group of Ravenclaw girls glare at you. You blush furiously as you walk towards him.

"A date, huh?" You smirk "Sorry Diggory I have no clue what you're talking about

He laughs. A beautiful melodic laugh. "Saturday, nine thirty, Great Hall."

"Only if you bring chocolate frogs" You cross your arms. He shakes his head and chuckles.

"Done."

You see Nick and his friends round the corner of the hallway, they join Cedric’s side.

"Oi Ced! Is my little sister annoying you?" Nick chuckles.

Yay! The arrogant asshole's here.

"Oh fuck off Nick" You say hitting him with the back of your hand.

"Feisty" Says Xavier, his Ravenclaw friend.

"Now now (y/n), that's no way to speak to your brother, the future Triwizard champion." Nick boasts.

You stifle a sarcastic laugh.

"Nick, you're not seriously thinking about entering" (y/n) wheezes "even Jeremy, with his broken nose, has a better chance of winning than you."

Nick shoots you the dirtiest look. Eager to change the subject he says

"Any of you guys entering?"

"Maybe"

"Sure thing"

"Absolutely"

"Of course"

(y/n) is taken aback by Cedric's answer. She turns to him.

"You're entering?"

Cedric looks down at the pretty little face looking up at him."You're entering?" She asks, a worried grimace flashes across her face."Yeah why ? Don't think I can do it?" He would never admit it but her opinion mattered to him, a lot. "No um I mean you're really talented but are you sure you should. It's.. it’s really dangerous."

Cedric doesn't miss the slight blush that sweeps across her cheeks as she says this.

Before he could answer, Professor McGonagall stomps in.

"Everyone to your common rooms now!"

"We'll talk Saturday, okay?"

She smiles his favourite slight smile. "See you later Diggory."

"Goodnight (y/n)." Cedric smiles the whole way back to the Hufflepuff common room.

"Let me get this straight" Daphne says walking inside the Slytherin common rooms. "Cedric freaking Diggory asked you on a date! And you didn't bother mentioning it to us! For God sakes (y/n)!"

"More importantly what are you gonna wear?" Millicent asks as the three of you sit down on one of the leather couches.

"Hadn't really thought about that." You admit to her. She huffs and playfully rolls her eyes.

"Don't worry we'll find you the perfect date outfit." Daphne reassures you.

"Date?" A low posh voice curiously chuckles. On the couch facing you are the rest of your Slytherin friends. Draco, Theodore and Blaise. Crabbe and Goyle were there as well but due to their lack of personality, they were more like furniture.

"Yes, Draco. A date. Is that so surprising?"

" With who? Your new friend Potter?" He sneers, obviously jealous of how much time you've been spending with Harry.

"Cedric Diggory." The look on Draco's face was absolutely priceless.

He scoffs. "A Hufflepuff? You could do better"

"I would never be caught dead on a date with a Puff" Pansy says, eager to join the conversation.

"Trust me Pansy, you're not gonna be caught dead on a date with anyone." You answer back.

The boys try to muffle their laughter while the girls spread out leaving no room for her to sit. She sits on the arm rest anyways. The subject of the conversation quickly changes.

"Did you see his glass eye?" Blaise asks you.

"How could she miss it" Millicent laughs " He was staring at her the entire time." Draco seems to stiffen at those words.

"While I was at the Burrow this summer, I overheard Mr.Weasley and Mr.Diggory talking about him and they said he's basically insane."

Draco chokes on his drink.

"YOU SPENT YOUR SUMMER WITH THE WEASELS!?"

"Got a problem with that, Draco?" You ask, arching your brows at him.

"Is it true they sleep in carton boxes, on the ground?" Pansy snickers looking extra proud of her oh-so-witty remark.

"Pansy, I hope you fall down the stairs and break your neck." You say in your sweetest voice.

She finally goes up to her dormitory, defeated.

"Alright goodnight boys. We're going up." You say.

Draco looks like he's about to say something else but you shoot him a I don't wanna hear it glance and walk up the stairs.

At the opposite end of the castle, Harry, Ron, and Neville got into their pajamas and into bed. Someone — a house-elf, no doubt — had placed warming pans between the sheets. It was extremely comfortable, lying there in bed and listening to the storm raging outside.

"I might go in for it, you know," Ron said sleepily through the darkness, "if Fred and George find out how to . . . the tournament . . . you never know, do you?"

"S'pose not. . . ."

Harry rolled over in bed, a series of dazzling new pictures forming in his mind's eye. . . . He had hoodwinked the impartial judge into believing he was seventeen . . . he had become Hogwarts champion . . . he was standing on the grounds, his arms raised in triumph in front of the whole school, all of whom were applauding and screaming . . . he had just won the Triwizard Tournament. . . . (y/n)'s face stood out particularly clearly in the blurred crowd, her face glowing with admiration. . . .

Harry grinned into his pillow, exceptionally glad that Ron couldn't see what he could

[dramioneasks]

Hey hey I'm looking for Dramione, Hermione ,comes home catching Ron and Astoria in their bed, of course, she breaks ,off her engagement to Ron, packs her bags and leaves, returns to Australia ,to her parents to start over, after a few years ,she returns with ,The children ,of a handsome blond man with, the same stormy steel eyes and the same smile, that she once hated but now loves,Don't worry, I won't be angry if you don't find what I'm looking for.

Anyone?

[desiredmalfoy]

Always Truly Mine

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Fluff? Angst? A Little Bit of Everything

Universe: No Voldy :)

Word Count: 2.0 K

Warning: Some can be interpreted as cheating depending on how you see it.

Summary: The point of view of the reader from when Draco falls out of love with Astoria and actually loves the reader.

Note: Reposting because I just realized the tags weren’t working on the last post :(

Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated and adored.

[Never Truly Mine]

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{Picture is mine :) }

You can’t exactly point to the moment you fell in love with him. He has always been there for you no matter what. A constant presence in your life that brought you comfort. The lines were always blurred between friends and lovers you suppose. Never knowing what the two of you truly were.

Unknown to you, it had all truly begun  before you had even realized it.

You ran down the corridors looking for your best friend. It seemed as if fate as you bumped straight into someone. Almost knocking you over if it weren’t for the firm grip on your waist. You looked to see who you had bumped into when you saw it was your best friend, Draco Malfoy. His girlfriend, Astoria Greengrass stood firmly right behind him.

“Where are you going? What’s got you all worked up?”

“Dray! I was looking for you!” You said with a smile on your face as the adrenaline still pumped through your veins. “Oh, Hi Tori!”

“Why were you looking for me exactly? Other than to see my handsome face of course.”

You rolled your eyes at this. “Ron asked me out!”

“Weasley? Gryffindor Weasley?” He let go of you and Astoria quickly grabbed his hand and placed it with hers.

You let out a small laugh. “Yes! What other Weasley could it be?”

“There are way too many Weasleys and I forgot you fancied him.”

“Stop being so sour Dray! Let’s go so you can help me pick an outfit for my date.”

“Date? With Weasley?” What you didn’t notice was the internal battle he was having regarding you going out with Ron.

“Obviously! Did you get hit while playing Quidditch? Well I have to go and get ready! Enjoy the day & stop being so sour Dray!” You grabbed him into a hug quickly as you ran off from the pair.

Looking back, it was the first time you noticed Draco meant more to you was when he first started to date Astoria Greengrass.  He had been dating her for a couple of months now. They seemed like an ideal pair. You didn’t know how to feel, you suppose you felt a bit strange. Strange because the ache in your chest began to rear its head as you felt something that you had yet to decipher its meaning. You pushed those feelings to the side instead to show happiness for your best friend. His happiness was all that mattered to you.

You attempted to forget about those feelings and thought you were doing a good job when Ron Weasley was the one who you couldn’t get out of your mind. Dating Ron seemed so perfect at first. He would open the door for you, hold your hand, shower you with nothing but attention and affection. But things soon begin to crack within your perfect relationship. You felt him slipping away from you and you didn’t know what to do. He would spend less and less time with you and you didn’t know what to do. It wasn’t until he had finally broken up with you in front of his friends that you knew there was no saving this. You didn’t even fight it as you threw the Cauldron Cakes you had brought him. They hit him right in his face, and a small part of you was satisfied. You turned on your heels and left as soon as you had arrived.

You should’ve known that a relationship started to forget someone would cause nothing but hurt to you. You were truly naïve.

You don’t know how long it had been but you sat on the floor of the astronomy tower. You wiped the tears from your face as you continued to cry. Cry because you had not only been dumped,  but humiliated. You had thought you could make it work. But it seemed it was not meant to be.

You didn’t know when but you felt a presence beside you. You turned your head and you saw Draco next to you. You didn’t say anything as you lunged yourself into his arms. He grabbed onto you instinctively and held you tightly.

You cried in his arms in silence for what seemed like an eternity.

“What’s wrong?” He whispered gently into your ear as he slowly rocked you in his arms.

“He broke up with me in front of all his friends.”

“Cheer up (y/n/n)! You’re no longer tied to Weasley.” He said as he playfully in an attempt to cheer you up. “Look at that positive side of it.”

“I don’t know what I did wrong Dray.” She was as you cried in his arms. Draco had his arms already wrapped around your frame as he brought you closer to him.

“You didn’t do anything wrong darling.” He wiped the tears from your rosy cheeks with the end of his sleeve. “That git never deserved you.”

“But how come it hurts so much?” You contemplated loudly. “I’ll never be good enough. Not for him or anyone.”

“You’re perfect. Don’t let anyone ever make you think otherwise.” He grabbed your chin and brought your face to look up directly at him. “You are perfect (y/n), don’t ever forget that my dear.”

“Thank you Dray, I love you, you know that right?”

“I love you too.”

You had spent days inside your dorm as you had refused to come out to talk to see anyone. It had been too much for you to see Ron on daily bases still and you wanted to honestly stay away from all the murmurs of the crowds talking. You knew they were talking about you and Ron. You wanted nothing to do with all that.

Draco would bring you breakfast, lunch and dinner and spend it with you. He would be there as you let everything off your chest. He sat with and just simply listened to you. It wasn’t until one day that he came in furious.

“What’s wrong Dray?” You got up from your bed quickly and met him halfway to the door. He looked extremely mad as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Can you believe her?”

“Who? What happened?” You grabbed his hand to stop him from pacing the room.

“Astoria. She wanted me to leave you.”

“Leave me? Like for lunch?” You questioned him, confused at what he was saying.

“No, like to stop being your friend. She made me choose between you and her.”

“Oh…” It was all you can really say. You looked down at your feet and waited in silence to  “I understand Dray. Don’t worry.”

“You don’t understand do you (y/n)? I told her I chose you.”

You looked up at him with your eyes wide as you attempted to process what he was saying. He grabbed your shoulders as he repeated what he had just said. “I told her I chose you.”

“Draco..” You whispered softly as you brought your hand to his cheek. Your thumb wiping away the few stray tears.

“I know you probably don’t want to even think of another guy but (y/n) listen to me.” He brought your hands into his, giving them a light squeeze. “You are the most important person to me. I love you with all my heart. You are the one person I can’t live without. Every time I saw you with him, it killed me. I love you (y/n), more than you can ever imagine.”

You were left speechless. You looked at him as a fresh set of tears came down your face and tears started to fall down his face. You didn’t know what to say so you simply showed him. You stood on the tip of your toes and pressed a kiss on his lips. He pulled you in closer as he grabbed on firmly to your waist. He deepened the kiss and you felt as if you were in heaven.

“I love you too, more than you can imagine.” You placed your head on his chest. You felt the most at peace then you had in awhile.

You had felt the happiest that you had in a while. Draco had made you the happiest person and you loved that he was by your side. He would hold your hand everyday and he would randomly bring your hand to his lips and would place a gentle kiss on your hand.

One day you were sitting on the couch of the Slytherin common room reading one of your books as you waited for Draco to show up. He was meeting up with Theo and Blaise for something Quidditch related and he had said he would meet you at the common room. You flipped through your book aimlessly as you heard a voice you hadn’t in a while.

“You really have no shame do you?” Astoria sneered as you lifted your head at the sound of her voice. She looked down at you as you placed your book down next to you.

“Excuse you?” You were confused at what she was talking about.

“I find it quite funny you act like you’re innocent in all of this.” Astoria rolled her eyes at you.

“In what exactly am I innocent? I don’t think I ever claimed any innocence.” You had now stood up and were face to face with her.

“You stole my boyfriend and you know it.”

“I didn’t steal anyone and Draco was never your possession to take.” Now it was your turn to roll your eyes as you crossed your arms across your chest.

She crossed her arms over her chest as she took a step towards you. You took a step back not wanting any physical confrontation with her.

“I’m not sorry for falling in love with him.” You said after a small period of silence. “I’ll never regret that.”

“You’re nothing more than a sl-”

Astoria didn’t get a chance to finish that statement as Draco walked over to you and her. He placed himself in front of you and faced Astoria with anger all over his face.

“You don’t get to talk to her like that.” He said to her with anger lacing his voice.

“Why don’t I? She’s the reason you broke up with me.”

“No. You know the reason we broke up.”

“Because you stopped loving me because of her!” Astoria exclaimed loudly.

“I never loved you!” Draco countered quickly. As the words left your mouth, you were shocked as well,  and your hand flew to your mouth.

“I see”, Astoria whispered barely audible to them. The only reason you heard her was because of the silence that had overtaken the room.

Draco didn’t say or spare another look at her. Instead he bent down to grab your things and then your hand to storm up to his dorm. You followed him up the stairs as he walked toward his room.

He dropped your things on his chair and grabbed you into an embrace. He did say a word as he pulled you into his bed. You laid down in silence with him as you placed your head on his chest. He softly ran his fingers through your hair in order to relax you.

“I love you.” Draco whispered into your ear as he embraced your figure as the two of you laid in between the silk sheets on his bed. The coolness contrasts the warmth of the boy you loved. “I hope you know it will never change.”

“I love you too.” You mumble as you feel the heaviness of your eyelids finally overtake you.

You suppose to some, you're nothing but someone with no remorse. Someone with enough callousness to take someone else's boyfriend. But it's hard to really care about the opinions of others as you lay in your lover's arms. You weren’t seeking anyone’s approval. The only thing that mattered to you was that you now had him.

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Saved By A Weasley

Hey guys, here’s a request from @its-not-a-peter-tingle, sorry it took so long I was having technical difficulties. Thank you so much for the request! This is my last week before I go back to school so send in your requests as they’re more likely to get done now! Thanks guys! :) 

Request: Could you do a Ron Weasley x reader? where the reader is Malfoy’s sister and at first hates Ron bc her brother does, but then they start liking each other? 

Word count: 2.6K 

WARNING: mentions of sexual assault and rape 

Summary: You’re Draco Malfoy’s younger sister. And all of Draco’s incessant nagging about how terrible Ron Weasley is got to you. Usually, you went along, but then something changed. 

    Yawning, you stretch your arms high above your head and slowly open your eyes. Before another second passes your mother shouts up to you, “Y/n! Get a move on! We’ve got to go get your school things today! Hurry up and come eat.” You sigh in fatigue and get up out of your bed. Pulling on a pair of jeans and a green Ireland Quidditch sweatshirt, you hastily brush your hair and braid it back, bustling down the stairs. 

    Five minutes later you’re pulling on your sneakers and swallowing your last bite of toast, headed for the fireplace. “Wait outside for me now dear,” your mother tells you. “Yes mum,” you sigh. Proclaiming the proper location, you travel by floo to Diagon Alley, followed by your brother Draco.

Waiting outside of the grate, you follow your mother into Flourish and Blotts. Who should you see when you walk in but none other than Ron Weasley himself. “Oh boy here we go,” your mother mutters under her breath, referring to the inevitable conflict that Ron and Malfoy will get into. “Maybe it won’t be so bad this time,” you offer the statement optimistically. Your mum raises her eyebrows at you, as if to say “Doubtful.” Sure enough Draco quickly picks a fight with Ron, knowing how hot headed he is. “Well well well Weasley, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be shopping in the second hand store across the street?” Draco sneers at Ron. Ron grows red in the face and huffs with anger. The youngest Weasley, Ginny, pipes up, “I wouldn’t poke the bear today Malfoy. Or you’ll have Ron beating you to a pulp.” You laugh and tell Draco, “It’s not worth it anyways, come on we’ve got books to get.” Draco follows after you and mumbles, “I don’t get why they don’t piss you off more.” You just laugh at your brother and say, “Come on Draco.” He groans and follows you through the store. 

After you get your school supplies, your mum departs for home with them, but you, and Draco decided to stay and shop some more. Blaise met up with you and the two boys insisted on going to Quality Quidditch Supplies. You went to follow, but your stomach growled in protest for a treat. “You guys go ahead, I’m gonna grab an ice cream. I’ll meet you back here.” The boys nod and with that you walk down the opposite side of the street, headed to the ice cream parlor. 

Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor was the last shop on Diagon alley before Knockturn Alley began. Approaching the door, you don’t even have the chance to scream as an unknown man covers your mouth with his hand, and drags you along the alleyway. Your muffled screams are easily silenced against the man’s palm. Biting down on his skin, you draw blood. He yanks his hand back in pain and you take this second to shout, “Help! Anybody please HELP!’ Your screams echoed against the brick, but it seemed like no one could hear you. The man looked at you in complete rage and shoved you hard against the brick wall. “You’ll pay for that sweetheart!” he grits his teeth at you. Yanking on your sweatshirt, he tears it as he attempts to undress you. Sobbing uncontrollably now, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine that you were somewhere else, anywhere else. The man tossed your sweatshirt aside and was yanking up your shirt when you heard a clambering of footsteps from somewhere further down the alley. “Stupefy!” a young voice bellows. The disgusting monster of a man is knocked away from you and you slide down the brick wall, sobbing into your knees. The footsteps grow closer and you draw into yourself, hoping to go unnoticed. But you don’t. The footsteps stop in front of you and you can feel someone’s eyes on you. Wiping your face, you look up and find yourself staring into the face of Ron Weasley. Only this time he didn’t wear a look of anger. No, instead he only looked concerned. 

Moments pass before Ron does anything. Then he falls to the pavement in front of you, kneeling before you. For a moment you thought you saw concern etched on his features. But you told yourself you had to be wrong. Ron’s voice comes out strangely hoarse as he asks, “Are you okay y/n?” You avoid his gaze and sniffle, “I’m fine. Really.” Ron sees right through you, and immediately places his hands on top of your own. “You’re not okay,” he states the obvious. Then, you break down. Between sobs you manage, “That man. He was trying to… to…. I can’t even say it. If you hadn’t gotten here, I can’t imagine what would have happened.” This time Ron really does look concerned this time. “Seriously Weasley… Ron, thank you,” you manage to compose yourself. A flash of anger crosses over his face as he says, “I should have done a lot worse. That guy is an animal. I should have killed him.” You bite back a gasp at this revelation. Silence falls over the two of you. Eventually, Ron slouches against the brick wall next to you. He notices the claw marks on your arm from that man tearing your sweatshirt off. “Here, let me help you with that,” he says softly. Resting your arm in his lap, he mutters, “Tergeo,” and closes the wounds. You bring your hand back in front of you and study the healed spots. “Thank you,” you say, suddenly shy. “Y/n, I am so sorry. You don’t have to right now, but eventually you’re going to need to talk about this. Please don’t hesitate to talk to me. I’ll be there for you,” he urges. You raise your eyebrows and ask, “Why are you suddenly being so nice to me?” Ron studies you intensely before replying, “Bloody hell y/n I couldn’t just let you get hurt. Besides, you’re much more tolerable than your brother. Sometimes I even forget you’re related. You’re always a pleasure to be around.” You blush in response. “You really mean that?” you whisper. Ron turns and studies you closely. Boldly, he wipes away a tear on your cheek, his fingers lingering on your skin. “Of course I mean it,” he answers. You stare into his eyes, and suddenly you feel like you misunderstood all of the rivalry between your two families.  And you wanted to stare at those eyes for a long time. You wanted to know what made him tick. But your thoughts are interrupted when footsteps come around the corner. 

Draco comes racing towards you. “What’s going on?” Draco shouts, his voice a mixture of anger and concern. He comes skidding to a stop in front of you and kneels down to look you in the eyes. “Y/n what happened?” he asks full of worry. You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. You choke on your words and look to Ron for help. He clears his throat and tells Draco, “Y/n was attacked by a man. He was trying to… assault her. I got there before he could hurt her.” Draco’s face is in shock. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have left you. Not when it’s getting late like this. I’m so sorry sis,” Draco’s voice is flooded with emotion. You shrug, “It’s okay Draco. I’m just lucky Ron was there.” Your gaze travels to the ginger haired boy, and you look at him full of admiration. You’re floored when Draco speaks up and says, “Thank you. For saving my sister.” The compliment clearly made Ron uncomfortable. In an attempt to lighten the mood he responds, “No big deal. After all couldn’t leave my favorite Malfoy in trouble.” You smile at him and Draco raises his eyebrows at you as if to say, “What the hell is going on?” Draco pulls you to your feet and says, “Mum’s probably waiting for us. We should head home.” You nod. Turning back to Ron, you search for what to say. Whispering so that only he could hear, you tell him, “I think I will take you up on that offer to talk. When school starts. Thank you again. I just want you to know that I can never repay you for how you’ve saved me. See you in school.” Ron looks longingly at you like he wants to say something more. Instead all he says is, “See you in school.” 

On your way home, you practically beg Draco not to say anything to mum. Luckily, he agrees, albeit very reluctantly. The next days pass by quickly as you get ready to head back to school. But when the night comes, you’re helpless to stop the nightmares that play out in your head. Of what might have happened if Ron hadn’t been there. You could only imagine. And as your nightmares continued, all you wanted to do was to talk to Ron. 

At the start of term feast, you gaze longingly at the Gryffindor table. Every ounce of you wanted to stride over to Ron Weasley and talk with him. Tell him everything that you were going through since that one fateful day in Diagon Alley. Draco was far too consumed with talking with Blaise about the latest broom. It was only your friend Astoria, that notices. She hisses in your ear, “Y/n if you stare any harder at Weasley you’ll drill a hole in his head.” You shoot back at her, “Astoria, I need to talk to him, okay? He saved my life.” She nods knowingly. So as the feast finishes up, you excuse yourself and race off after the familiar ginger haired boy who made his way towards Gryffindor tower. 

“Ron wait up!” you call after him. He turned at the sound of your voice and flashes you a bright smile. “My favorite Malfoy, are you really that eager to see me?” he chuckles lightly. You smile sheepishly, “Maybe a little bit. I just, I was wondering if we could have that talk. I won’t lie it hasn’t been an easy time since the whole incident.” Ron’s smile falls from his face and he takes your hand and says, “Let’s talk. We can go for a stroll around the black lake.” “Okay,” your voice shakes in reply, as he doesn’t let your hand go and you walk out the front doors. 

The autumn wind whips against your face and you struggle not to shiver in the cold September night air. “So what’s been going on?” Ron’s voice comes out as soft as a feather, the words washing sweetly over you. You briefly meet his gaze and sigh, “I’ve been having nightmares. Every night since then. I can’t sleep. It haunts me. I just keep having these thoughts of what might have happened if you hadn’t turned up. I would have been a goner. And it’s not only that, it’s how you made sure I was okay. I just, I don’t know how I could ever repay you. I’ve just been struggling so much. Everywhere I go now I’m always looking over my shoulder, completely paranoid. I just, I don’t feel safe anymore. Well, most of the time.” Ron stops walking and gulps nervously, taking your other hand and looking deep into your eyes. “Well when do you feel safe?: he asks. You bite your lip and turn your head away from him. “What is it?” he implores you. You gush out the words, “I only feel safe when I’m with you. You protected me from a horrible fate.” Ron blushes and clears his throat, replying, “I’m glad that you feel safe with me. I want to keep you safe.” “You do?” you respond immediately. Ron’s face deeply reddens and he sighs, “Yes I do. I really do.” It’s your turn to blush. A brief pause and you continue strolling around the lake. Finally, you ask, “When you say I’m your favorite Malfoy, do you really mean that?” Ron laughs lightly, “Of course I do. You know I’ve grown quite fond of you.” He immediately raises a hand to his mouth, as if he’s admitted too much. His face says he’s embarrassed, but his eyes say he’s longing for more. Taking a deep breath, you tell him, “I care about you too Ron. I want to know you, I mean really know you. I mean you saved me, and you can try to fool me with the joking and the rivalry, but I know there’s more to you than meets the eye.” Coming to rest beneath your favorite (Ordinary) willow tree, you plant yourself down in the grass. Ron sits next to you, his legs brushing against your own. 

“Well, what do you want to know?” Ron searches your gaze. You sigh, “Let’s say, that maybe everything my brother has said about you is wrong. And maybe, I want to be friends with you. Is that even possible? Theoretically speaking of course.” Ron studies you closely, and in that moment he decides that he won’t conceal his heart any longer. Swallowing his pride and mustering up what little courage he had, he responds, “No it’s not possible.” Your face falls and you struggle to swallow the disappointment filling your chest. “I see,” you mumble. Ron realizes what you had interpreted and gushes, “It’s not possible because I don’t think I could ever be just friends with you. I’ve got feelings for you y/n. I have for a while. But seeing you in that…. Situation, it made me realize how much I care for you and want to protect you.” Your face lights up bright as a Christmas tree and you beam widely at the Weasley boy. “I’ve had feelings for you too,” you admit. Ron grins at you and laughs, “Your brother will never go for it.” You shrug, “I’m sure we can get him on board. Besides the rivalry, you saved my life. He owes you.” Ron smirks, “Oh alright then. So I take it we’re dating now?” You answer him with a playful smile of your own, “I suppose we are.” Ron tentatively wraps his arms around you and you lean into his chest, relishing in how safe and comfortable you feel. Looking up into his mesmerizing gaze, you find a new feeling in them. A familiarity. He gazes at you adoringly, all things unspoken in the look he gives you. “Can I kiss you now?” he breathes quietly. You softly smile, ‘I’d like that.” And when his lips meet your own, you feel as if everything falls into place. Your lips fit against his own perfectly, as if he was always the person you were meant to be with, as if he was designed to kiss you and only you. His lips tasted oh so sweet, like the most delicious dessert. When he finally pulls away, you beam up at him. “You’ll keep the nightmares away?” you ask unsure. Ron replies determinedly, “I’ll keep them away. From now on, I’ll protect you. I’ll always protect you.” Pecking a kiss to his cheek, you whisper, “Good. I certainly wouldn’t mind having you around more.” Ron laughs wholeheartedly, “Believe me, you’re going to have some real trouble getting rid of me from now on.” You laugh with him and kiss him in the moonlight, relishing in the hope and love that blooms in your chest. 

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Choose Me Instead II Draco Malfoy x Reader II Ch. 24 of 27: Graduation

Summary: Pretending to be in a relationship with Draco Malfoy to get back at your ex might have not been the smartest idea you ever had. Especially during your last year of Hogwarts where you should be focusing on exams and your future plans. However, you were just pretending. There was no way in hell you could actually catch feelings for someone like Malfoy. … Right?

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Words: 3.2k Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader, post-war Warnings: mentions of mental health issues incl. self-harm (only in like 2 sentences tho)

Four weeks until graduation …

Draco Malfoy and you were over. Whatever glimpse of happiness and fleeting bliss had been bestowed upon you – it was gone. It was gone and you were alone again. In your head, you replayed your last time together over and over and over until you felt sick to your stomach. For months did you pretend not to feel anything for him beyond friendship but damn, you loved him. You loved with him with every fiber of your body. Every thought on every day was devoted to him and him only. You looked for him in the hallways, glanced at him during class and each time your eyes met, another piece of your heart broke.

To be quite honest, you weren’t worried about yourself as much as you worried about him. You spoke to Theo from time to time, asking him about Draco. He told you exactly what you had suspected all along: his dreams had gotten worse. He skipped therapy sessions, spent his days scribbling in his black notebook instead. You knew it wasn’t fair to you but you still couldn’t help but blame yourself.

During meals, you watched him with Astoria who was glued to his side. To your surprise, she seemed happier. Even though she grew paler with each day she wore a smile on her face. An honest, happy smile. You heard her laugh and wondered if it had been this beautiful all the time. You watched her talk to Draco with a spark in her eyes that hadn’t been there before. You wanted to hate her but seeing her like this? It certainly made it harder for you to do so. Still, each time you saw them walking to class or sit outside on the grass, your stomach plummeted and on particularly bad days, tears filled your eyes.

Eventually, you grew sick of feeling this way. You had fought hard for your own happiness to return after all the shit you went through and to now have it taken away from you in an instant by him felt humiliating. The whole mess started because you wanted to hurt Ron. So how did you end up hurting instead?

You tried tuning out the pain by burying yourself in work. Studying, quidditch training, stupid parties in the Gryffindor common room – you tried anything and everything to numb down the pain. It worked. For the most part. However, your thoughts always began to stray after a while. As soon as his image popped up in your mind, you pinched yourself as if you were trying to wake up from a bad dream. One time, you did it during a therapy session and Merlin, did you regret that. The lecture about self-harm that followed was definitely not worth it.

The days grew warmer. Sunlight fell through the dusty windows of the Hogwarts classrooms, the smell of flowers and freshly cut grass filled the air. Summer had begun to knock on the door. You weren’t ready to open it yet. Once summer arrived, your life would change once again.

However, before that happened you still had to get through your exams. You dreaded the thought of taking them. These past months … well, to put it gently, your focus hadn’t been on school exactly. Sure, you spent hours upon hours in the library but you weren’t sure how much of the things you read actually stuck with you.

“Ready?”, Ginny asked you the morning of your final exams.

You glanced at her and shook your head. She laughed. “Come on, it won’t be that bad. We’ve taken thousands of exams, we’ll get through it. What’s the worst that can happen?”

“Y/N doesn’t achieve the grades she needs to become an auror,” Hermione chimed in matter-of-factly. “That’s the worst that can happen.”

“Thanks, Mione,” you said dryly.

She smiled at you apologetically. “It won’t come to this, don’t worry. You got this. We all do.” She took a deep breath. “Let’s go.”

 ***

Two weeks until graduation …

You sat together with Ginny and Hermione at the Black Lake, feet dangling in the water, eyes closed as you enjoyed the sunrays warming your face. Ginny kept on talking about the tryouts for the Holyhead Harpies that would take place just a few days after graduation while you and Hermione only occasionally commented. You reassured her that she would do just fine. After all, there was no doubt in your mind that Ginny Weasley would join the team and have a successful quidditch career ahead of her.

After a while, the conversation shifted. Hermione worried about the amount of reading she had to do before her internship at the Ministry of Magic started, and you snorted. “They don’t expect you to know everything about the job beforehand, y’know?”

“Well, good impressions are important,” she replied.

During the whole afternoon, the topic of your future plans didn’t come up. Your friends sensed your apprehension regarding that particular topic. After the utter debacle that was your exams, you tried to forget that you were supposed to have an idea of what to do with your life in just about two weeks. You still waited on a letter from the Ministry, waited for the news that your plan had worked out. That you could become an auror, a dream you had since you could think. Yet, you screwed up and you weren’t sure if your performance in the final exams was enough to get you a placement. Thankfully, your parents were still too wound up in the whole drama Alissa brought with her. They didn’t even ask how your exams went and you weren’t mad. The importance of exams paled in comparison to the prospect of a life sentence in Azkaban.

A bee buzzed close to your ear and you opened your eyes again.

 ***

One week before graduation …

“You look horrible, darling.”

You rolled your eyes when Theo appeared by your side. You were on your way to the Great Hall, earlier than usual in an attempt to study a few more minutes in the library before your first class. “Thank you, Theodore. Just what a woman wants to hear before breakfast.”

He snickered. “Apologies.” Then he held his hands out, motioning you to give him some of the books in your arms to help you carry them.

“Accepted,” you said and gave him the whole pile of books instead. He groaned and you chuckled at him. “How are you then?”, you asked.

“Relieved about the fact that school is almost over.” He dodged a first year student who ran past him and one books slid dangerously close to the edge of the pile. You were surprised by how many students were already awake.

“Any plans for what comes after?”

“Yes,” he nodded. “Travel.”

You looked at him in surprise. “Travel?”

“Blaise and I are going to travel around Europe for a few months,” he explained. “I need to get out of the country where everyone knows me as ‘that Death Eaters kid’ and Blaise is simply loaded with money and doesn’t want to work.” The two of you laughed at the last statement. “And afterwards …” Theo shrugged. “I don’t know yet.”

“That sounds nice,” you sighed. “When will you leave?”

“After Draco’s wed-” He stopped midsentence. “Ah, shit.”

You bit your tongue. Actually bit it. “It’s official then,” you said softly. “I haven’t seen the announcement yet.”

Theo stopped. You had almost reached the Great Hall. The Slytherin looked at you with sympathy. “It’ll come out today.” He lowered his voice: “I’m sorry, Y/N.”

You avoided his gaze. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

Theodore stayed quiet until you resumed your walk. “For what it’s worth, he doesn’t love her,” he finally said. The statement hurt even more.

“What a fucking mess we made.”

Theo nodded. He didn’t say anything else. When you walked into the Great Hall, he handed you the books back and softly squeezed your arm before mumbling: “I’m really sorry.”

He was right – the Daily Prophet printed the announcement of the wedding on that same day. Yet, when an owl dropped the paper onto your plate, you were oddly calm. You lowered the glass of orange juice carefully and rolled up the newspaper. Their picture was on the front page.

Astoria’s beauty was unlike anything you had ever seen. She wore a simple black dress and was glowing in the picture. She smiled widely as her gaze switched between Draco and the camera. Spooky how different she looked. You wondered if they had used magic to hide the circles underneath her eyes and the sunken-in cheeks. Draco stood beside her, wearing his trademark simple, black suit. His back was straight, his eyes focused on the camera. He didn’t smile.

As if you had felt his stare, you looked up. Draco sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, Greengrass – his fiancée – by his side who excitedly showed the article to Parkinson. You forced yourself to smile but it didn’t reach your eyes. He turned away. Just in time to miss the tears you had to blink away.

This isn’t right, you thought, none of this is right.

 ***

One day before graduation …

Tears streamed down your face as another sob shook your body. You stared at the letter in your hand, reading it over and over again. At this point, you had memorized every word but you couldn’t bring yourself to stop.

Dear Ms. Y/N Y/L/N,

When an owl brought you the letter, you didn’t open it immediately. You didn’t want to do it in front of your friends, already sensing what was written inside of it. So instead you grabbed it and went to the bleachers of the Quidditch field. High up above, where no one would interrupt you.

We regret to inform you …

It wasn’t entirely unsuspected but it didn’t hinder the tears from dwelling up. Before you knew it, they streamed down your face. Cold fear gripped your heart. This is it, you thought, it’s all over now. Your entirely life you wanted to become an auror. You had no plan b, no other option, it had always been this. And now you failed.

“Y/N?” The voice caused you to whirl around. “What happened?” Draco. His eyes widened in shock and concern when he saw your face. With three long strides he crossed the distance between the two of you.

“Draco …”, you whimpered and then he was there, pulling you into a tight hug.

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispered and held you tighter. Instinctively, you relaxed against his body and let him embrace you. It felt so right. “Shh, it’s fine, it’s all going to be fine.” He repeated over and over. Sobs shook your body while your tears drenched his uniform. It felt as if hours had passed until you finally began to calm down. With each shaking breath, the scent of his cologne wrapped itself around you.

“What happened?”, Draco asked again when no more sobs escaped you and you quietly buried your face in his shoulders. Without a word, you held up the letter. A few seconds passed and Draco snorted. “Well, their loss,” he said, audibly disgusted.

You whimpered another time. “It’s all my fault. I should’ve done more, I-I …” You wiped over your eyes. “What do I do now, Draco?”

He sighed before he answered: “Anything you want. Y/N, you’re intelligent, clever, witty, beautiful – you can do anything you want.”

“Except for becoming an auror,” you scoffed.

“Maybe. So what?” He shrugged. “Fuck them. It’s their loss.”

You remained silent. Draco had his arms still wrapped around you. In this position, you almost forgot your situation. This felt so … normal. So right, so natural. As if it was meant to be. As if he was the one to hold you in this exact moment. You thought about asking why he was up here on this night but held your tongue. A part of you wanted to believe that it was because of you. Everything started up here on the bleachers, last year in September. Right here, the two of you talked for the first time in years. A conversation, you could recall to this day. Everything began here. Maybe he came back because he hoped to find you here. You wanted to believe that.

“It’s all I ever wanted to do,” you whispered after a moment. “I don’t have a plan b. I –” Another tear rolled down your cheek. He looked at you, his grey eyes full of love and adoration, and wiped it away.

“You’re hurting, I know. I’m sorry, sweetheart. It’s going to be alright though, I promise.”

You smiled sadly. “Everything goes to shit in my life, everything! The fucking war is over and yet I can’t seem to catch a fucking breath.”

“I believe, the war will stay with us for a lot longer than we thought,” Draco whispered. He didn’t let go of you as he watched the castle in the distance. The sun begun to set and drowned the Scottish landscape in its golden light. It was a marvelous sight.

Sudden music caused you to flinch. A group of seventh year students had arrived on the Quidditch field. Loud voices and laughter mixed with the rhythm of a new popular song. They weren’t from your house, you realized.

“I should leave,” Draco said. And when you recognized Astoria’s high-pitched scream as a drunken Blaise picked her up, you knew why he was here to begin with. Not for you. For them.

“Yes, right, I’m sorry.” You cleared your throat and sat up straight. Draco let go of you reluctantly before he got up. He looked at you and you wondered if he was going to say something. But even if he wanted to, he didn’t. He only nodded and then made his way towards the stairs.

“I feel as if I should congratulate you on the engagement but …”, you suddenly spoke up.

Draco stopped and glanced at you. “Don’t.”

You saw how a shadow flickered over his face. Then you remembered something else. “Wait, I have something for you.” You reached inside your back and pulled out a picture. He looked at you in surprise when he gave it to you. It was a picture of you two from the last Christmas, taken during a dinner. Draco had his arm wrapped around you and raised a glass of wine, an amused smirk on his face. You laughed in it, covering your mouth with your hand. It was the only picture of the two of you but you loved it. It showed Draco the way he truly was. The way he made you feel every time you looked at him.

“You carried it with you this whole time?”, he asked softly. He held the picture so carefully as if he was afraid to accidentally damage it.

You gave a half shrug. “Only for the last few days. I hoped to catch you alone at some point.”

“Thank you.”

“Will I see you?”

He looked up at the question.

“After graduation, I mean?”, you clarified. “Maybe send me an owl once or twice a year? I need to know you’re okay.”

“So you can rip out my heart again, little Gryffindor?”

You opened and closed your mouth at the statement. Draco chuckled. “I’ll do it. If you promise me to reply.”

“I promise.”

You didn’t know it yet but Draco would keep his promise. However, when you received his first letter, you broke yours.

 ***

A few weeks after graduation …

The last day of school came and went. Funny how you had expected it to be filled with tears and laughter when, in the end, it was just another insignificant day of the year. To be fair, some tears had been shed. Long hugs with your friends and promises to stay in touch were shared on the train station in King’s Cross before all of you parted ways.

Your parents picked you up. They looked like mere shells of themselves as they kissed you on the cheek. A lump formed in your throat when you saw their sad faces. They had aged immensely in these past few months, the stress had left deep wrinkles and tired eyes behind.

They didn’t speak much on this day. They only hugged you when you told them about the rejection from the Ministry. “I’m so sorry, darling,” your father had mumbled, “you’ll find something else, I’m sure.” A part of you was relieved they didn’t ask any further questions.

The next morning, your mother had asked you if you wanted to see Alissa. You didn’t. You couldn’t. The mere mention of her name made you grit your teeth. Alissa was the reason for all the suffering in your family’s life. For all the heartbreak and tears. All the sisterly feelings had shrunken during the past year. Now you were left with rage and hatred when you heard her name.

“Will you please come to the court hearing in two weeks then?”, your mother had asked when she noticed the expression on your face and you had agreed.

And here you were. Standing in your kitchen, a cup of freshly brewed tea in your hand while you listened to your parents screaming at each other upstairs. You had just come home from the hearing and now looked outside into the garden. The roses, once your mother’s pride and joy, were neglected, you noticed. Their heads hung, most of them dried up from the summer sun.

“Twenty-five years in Azkaban,” you mumbled to yourself. Alissa’s future. Twenty-five years locked away on an island. You had hoped the sentence would give you satisfaction. It didn’t. Instead it frightened you. Would Alissa survive this? Twenty-five years without seeing her family? Would your mother survive it? Or would she wither like the roses in her garden?

You took a sip of your tea and wondered how your life changed once again, now that the problem of Alissa was finally … resolved. It ended. The anxious waiting, the not knowing … it all ended. By now, she would have already arrived in the prison cell that would be her home for the years to come.

You hadn’t spoken to her. You had watched her in the courtroom while she didn’t look up at your family. During the whole hearing, her eyes were locked on the ground and she remained silent. It was the strangest sight – the broken-down woman in the dirty dress wasn’t your sister. The fiery spirit inside her had left a long time ago together with her beauty and wits. You stared at Alissa, desperately trying to find a glimpse of the sister you once knew and loved. You were unsuccessful. This woman was a stranger and your sister was dead. And you wanted nothing more than to simply move on.

“The nerve this family has,” your father muttered behind you. “Unbelievable.”

You sat the tea cup down on the counter and turned to him. The screaming had stopped, you realized. You had been so lost in your thoughts, you hadn’t noticed how your father came downstairs again.

“What are you talking about?”, you asked.

Your father shook his head and handed you an envelope without another word. Your gaze fell onto the dark green emblem printed on the back and suddenly, your throat felt very, very dry. You’d recognize the sign anywhere. With shaking hands you opened the envelope and pulled out a card. 

“Can you believe it?”, your father asked. “They actually have the nerve to invite us to his wedding?”

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‘All that’s best of dark and bright’ - a Draco x Hermione x Theo story - Chapter Five

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Summary:

Hermione makes up with Ginny again, and is then given plenty to think about after a few revelations during and after a double potions class partnered with Theo. Draco remains distant and wary, but Theo seems determined to haul him into the limelight regardless.

Hermione drew back the curtain of her four-poster, shattering the silencing charm she habitually placed around it, to find that Ginny was also just getting up, her hair a tangled, tousled mess on one side, and her cheek lined with pillow creases. Gentle morning light filtered in through the warped glass of the leaded window beside her, making the vibrant red of her hair stand out all the more in the Gryffindor-red dormitory.  

The moment she spotted Hermione stirring too, Ginny opened her mouth, but before she could say whatever it was, Hermione barrelled over the top of her with an apology. “Ginny, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I was insensitive, and —”

“Godric, Hermione,” Ginny laughed, rolling her eyes, “I’m the one who nearly bit your head off at the table!”  

“You had every right,” Hermione countered quietly, running her fingers through her hair in a vain attempt to tame it. “I understand why you were upset.”

Ginny came over and plonked herself down on Hermione’s bed, drawing her legs up and hugging her knees. She swallowed thickly and then shot her friend a sidelong look and sighed heavily. “I spoke to George yesterday morning while everyone was at breakfast,” she said and Hermione’s stomach dropped. “He… He wasn’t doing so well, and it brought it all back.”

Hermione put her arm around Ginny’s shoulders and hugged her close. With everything freshly dredged up again, it was no wonder she’d reacted the way she had to Hermione’s growing closeness to a Slytherin, and her thoughts on attempting to move on. They’d only lost Fred four months ago, right here in the castle.  

“I miss him so much,” she choked. “It still doesn’t feel real. I keep expecting him to come round a corner with George or something…”

“I know.”  

Neither of them moved for a little while, but Ginny finally snuffled a bit and Hermione drew back. “So…” Ginny said sceptically. “Nott really isn't a complete arsehole?”

She shook her head, curls bouncing everywhere. “He doesn't seem to be, no.”

“Huh.” Her mind was clearly still on the topic of the company the Slytherin kept, because a moment later she raised an eyebrow and asked, “I suppose not all Slytherins are terrible. Astoria Greengrass is actually quite nice. She’s in Charms with me.” After a moment she added, “What about… Malfoy?”  

Hermione hadn’t had the time - or quite frankly the inclination - to think about anything from his point of view before his trial, but now that she was back here and only really had her classes to focus on, she had found herself studying her fellow ‘eighth years’ a little more closely. There were only a handful of them, and only three in Slytherin had deigned to return for their N.E.W.T.s. Of Hermione’s own already limited circle of friends, there was just Neville and Luna. Beyond that, only Padma Patil, Ernie Macmillian, Anthony Goldstein, Hannah Abbott, Daphne Greengrass, Theodore Nott, and Draco Malfoy had returned to finish off their studies formally. Everyone else was out there living their lives already, rebuilding, and trying to move on however they could.  

Realising she’d been quiet for a bit too long, Hermione shrugged. “I actually haven’t had much to do with Malfoy this term, beyond the occasional partnering with him in class. He’s definitely different though.” She recalled how sickly she’d thought Malfoy in her sixth year, how gaunt he’d been and thought again about the immense pressure he must have been under on all sides… “He never volunteers any information in class now, and I don’t think I’ve seen him speak to anyone other than Theo… and perhaps Daphne Greengrass once or twice, though I’m not taking any of the same classes as her.” After another pause, she ventured, “Hagrid said he actually went to apologise to him.”

“You’re shitting me?”

“Nope.”

Ginny looked like she’d been slapped. “Huh. Too bad he hasn’t extended the same courtesy to us yet…”

Hermione shrugged. “Maybe he’s working up to it,” she said with knowingly generous optimism, and Ginny snorted. “We Gryffindors can be rather intimidating, you know?” she added playfully and Ginny grinned at her. The warmth and genuine amusement in that smile went some way to reassuring Hermione that, fundamentally, Ginny would be alright in the end. Behind the weight of grief, she was still the same playful, fierce, loyal, loving friend she had come to know. Their friendship was mostly through their mutual connections to Ron and Harry rather than in its own right, but recently they’d become a little closer.  

“Too bloody right we’re intimidating,” Ginny agreed. “Come on, I’m starving. Let’s go down to breakfast,” she said as she pushed herself off Hermione’s bed. She paused and looked back at her. “You might want to… uh… fix your hair a bit,” she said, eyeing Hermione’s bed-head of frizzy curls.  

“Likewise,” she snorted, reaching for a bottle of Sleakeasy’s on her bedside table. “You want some?”  

Down in the Great Hall, their respective manes just about tamed, Ginny slid a plate of chocolate croissants Hermione’s way and asked, “You sure you won’t come to tryouts on Saturday?”  

Halfheartedly sliding one off the platter and plucking it gently into pieces, she shook her head. “I think I’ll probably just use the time to get ahead with some homework.”

“But it’s your birthday!” Ginny blurted, horrified. “You can’t do homework on your birthday! Plus it’s a weekend! If I didn’t have tryouts, I’d be throwing you a huge all-day party…”

“Yes, because I really love big parties, Ginny,” she said with affectionate sarcasm.  

“A small three hour party?” Ginny asked hopefully, pouring Hermione some more tea before topping up her own mug.  

She rolled her eyes. “Fine. I’ll come down to the common room at three. Don’t do anything embarrassing.”

Ginny grinned and it went absolutely nowhere towards reassuring her. She was a Weasley after all, and they were all prone to shenanigans, if not pranks. “Better make it four. The Slytherin team is holding their tryouts in the morning, and Gryffindor’s up after lunch, but I should be done by half three.”

With another gentle eye roll, she nodded. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ve got a plan…”

In double Potions later that morning, Hermione found herself paired with Theo for the brewing of a volubilis potion. It seemed that after their playful patrol the night before, the two had inched a little closer towards something that might be called friendship, and although he rarely strayed from polite remarks and the vaguest hint of teasing banter, she got the distinct impression he wanted to open up a little more.  

Malfoy was the only one in the class without a partner, sitting at a bench on his own since there was an odd number that day, and he wasn’t exactly anyone’s first choice. Besides, he was good enough at potions that he probably didn’t need a partner anyway. Except, he was usually Theo’s first choice of course, but something wordless had passed between them as they’d entered the Potions dungeon together and their gazes - one sapphire, the other mercury - had sought her out at the same time. Apparently as a result, Theo had returned Malfoy’s little nod and made a beeline for her table, while Malfoy had seated himself at the bench on the end without comment. She didn’t ask, and the potion they were focusing on that day was a complicated one. Done correctly, it would change the way a person’s voice sounded, but any mistakes and it could leave the vocal cords permanently damaged at best; completely corroded away at worst.  

“Now,” Slughorn chirped as they neared the end of the intricate brewing process an hour and a half later. “If you wish to alter your voice to that of someone specific, remember that the volubilis potion will work in much the same way as a polyjuice potion once it’s reached this stage. It’ll still function as it is without any additions, but the effects will be somewhat more random. Go ahead and try it out. I’m satisfied that all of you have produced the correct formula, though some of them might taste a little funny,” he added with a sceptical glance into Padma and her partner Emma’s cauldron. “And don’t worry - I have the antidote here so that you don’t have to go into lunch sounding like your Potions partner, or perhaps a surprised doxy.” He chortled to himself at that and let them continue.  

Hermione looked up at Theo across the gold-tinged fumes rising from their finished potion, and he grinned a slow-dawning, feral smile at her. “Granger,” he purred.  

“Nott…” she smiled back warily, mirroring his tone. He clearly wanted to switch voices with her and she found that she actually wasn’t averse to the notion.  

“Come on,” he said, raising the sharp, delicate scissors to his forelock and snipping off a single hair as she ladled a tiny amount of the syrupy potion into the two cups in front of her.

He dropped the hair into her cup and they watched it dissolve completely while he stirred it with a glass rod. He had purple ink on his knuckles that day, she tried not to note. To distract herself, she cut a few inches off the end of a single hair of her own and placed it into his potion.  

They chinked cups as if they were celebrating at the Three Broomsticks after a quidditch match, and then downed it.  

It had a slightly minty taste, sweet from the honeywater and with a bitter aftertaste from the mandrake root. She looked at Theo and waited for him to unleash whatever delightful torment he had planned. It never even struck her as odd that she trusted him not to humiliate her, but she did expect a fairly decent ribbing, almost the way she’d got used to from Harry and Ron.

“I’m Hermione Granger,” Theo cooed a moment later in her voice, bringing his fingers dramatically to his collarbone and flouncing his imaginary hair about with the other. “And I’m smart and beautiful and there’s literally nothing in the world I don’t know.”

She flushed hot and looked down at her notebook on the table.  

“What?” Theo-with-Hermione’s-voice asked innocently. “Are you suggesting that we shouldn’t all be on our knees before you? Oh Gryffindor goddess? Oh Golden Girl of the legendary —”

She had to shut him up. Of all the things he could have said, she hadn’t expected him to embarrass her with praise and flattery. “That’s not —” she snorted, but she stopped abruptly as Theo’s own voice sounded from her throat. “Well,” she said, touching her fingers to her neck. “That’s interesting.”

Theo paused and offered her a crooked smile, one dimple pinching his cheek. “Having fun there, Granger?” he said. “Discovering all the joys of my sultry tones…? Oh the things my voice can do, Hermione… If only you knew the power you held right now…” and to his surprise, he shot a look sideways at Malfoy.  

She followed his gaze and her eyebrows rose. The apples of Malfoy’s cheeks had flushed an unexpected pink and he was glowering into his potion as if it were a draft of living death. “Just because I’ve currently got the silky voice of a well-spoken prat,” she grumbled, “Doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything about it.”  

Theo leaned in close, the golden fumes of the potion illuminating the coppery highlights in his curly hair like fairy dust, and he said in a stage whisper that carried perfectly across the room and over the bubble of all six cauldrons, “Anything filthy you want to say, love, I suggest you say it now.”

“Before you go ahead and say it in my voice instead, you mean?” she smirked, still feeling very strange about speaking in Theo’s husky baritone.  

Theo’s eyes rolled slightly but he didn’t exactly look exasperated. He glanced over his shoulder and caught Malfoy’s eye, opening his mouth, but before Theo could say anything, Malfoy raised the long, pale index finger of his left hand and pointed it threateningly at Theo before carefully drawling, “Do. Not.”  

All three of them froze.  

The low voice that came pouring out of Malfoy’s lips like liquid silk was so eerily similar to Severus Snape’s that it chilled her blood.  

Even Malfoy seemed shaken, and whatever Theo had been going to say in jest died on his tongue. Instead, he left Hermione at their bench and went over to Malfoy’s while Slughorn was occupied in trying to stop some Hufflepuff seventh year from hyperventilating with laughter in the corner. She and her partner both sounded like hysterical chipmunks, and the laughter was only making it worse.

What the two boys whispered together, she couldn’t be sure, but Malfoy finally offered Theo a heartbreakingly gentle smile and her insides writhed almost painfully at the tenderness of the exchange. She suddenly got the striking impression that there was more between them than mere friendship, her gaze snagging on the lingering way their fingertips brushed against each other’s on the desk, and Theo even swiped a lock of Malfoy’s white hair off his forehead and out of his glassy grey eyes.  

She knew that Malfoy had known Theo since they were children, but that seemed to run deeper than just long-term familiarity. The whole exchange was so achingly gentle, so intimately private despite the location, and so completely at odds with the sharp edges of Draco Malfoy with which she was familiar by now, that she felt like an intruder, standing there gaping openly at them, as further proof of his naturally tactile nature played out before her astonished eyes. This was the second time she’d witnessed him quieting like a skittish horse under Theo's touch.

Immediately, she busied herself in tidying up, bustling about and clinking jars and bottles noisily.  

Professor Slughorn came round with volubilis antidotes a minute or two later, and she chugged hers down the second he gave it to her. “That’s better,” she said as her own warm alto sounded in her ears.  

“Missing me already?” Theo said, still in her own voice, though he held a glass of antidote ready in one hand.  

She hadn’t noticed him return to their bench, and she jumped a bit as he spoke. She just shook her head mutely.  

He downed his own antidote and then cleared his throat. “You alright?”

She nodded. “Quite alright.”  

She wasn’t quite alright. Seeing Draco Malfoy being downright affectionate with someone was… unnerving. His long fingers had trailed over Theo’s knuckles like… well, like a lover’s touch.  

“You look —” Theo began, but whatever she looked like, he didn’t get the chance to tell her, because the contents of Padma’s cauldron were suddenly spilling all over her and her partner’s bench in a tidal wave of sweet-smelling potion, covering the Ravenclaws’ notes and drowning everything in volubilis potion. The upended cauldron rolled on the desk and potion began to drip onto the floor and seep towards Theo’s smart, black shoes in a glistening, viscous tide.

“Careful, careful!” Slughorn scolded, scuttling over and vanishing the remnants of the potion with a flick of his wand. “No harm done, no harm done, but be grateful that wasn’t an erumpment potion!” he added. “Right, well, that’s it for today. Finish tidying up and I’ll let you go a few minutes early. Don’t forget that I want that calculations sheet by next Monday.”

“You headed to lunch, Granger?” Theo asked as he stashed his books into his leather shoulder bag and hefted its weight so that it sat more comfortably.  

She nodded.  

“May we accompany you?” he asked with a playful tone that somehow didn’t feel in the least bit mocking.  

“Sure,” she smiled, and her eyes drifted over to Malfoy who had drifted over to stand like a silent, pale spectre beside him, gaze locked on the flagstone floor. “You don’t mind?” she asked him.  

Malfoy swallowed thickly, looking reticent about using his voice despite having had the antidote. “‘Mind’, Granger?” he asked with an affected drawl that lacked all its usual sting.  

She shrugged. “You don’t exactly seem all that keen to hang around with me,” she said, trying not to sound sniffy. She didn’t want to pressure him to be near her if it made him uncomfortable after all.  

Malfoy’s shoulders dropped an inch or so, and he suddenly looked extremely tired. “It’s not that I mind, Granger. I really don’t. Let’s go before Slughorn turns us into potions ingredients, or ropes us all into some dire new club of his.”

Being made to endure another Slug Club dinner was about as appealing as being pickled and put in a jar, so she nodded and scurried out of the room with Theo and Malfoy behind her.  

Outside in the corridor, Theo walked beside her, and Malfoy on Theo's other side. He had folded his arms across his body, clutching two textbooks so tightly to his chest that his knuckles bleached white from the strain. His jaw was set and a tendon stood out in his neck.  

Theo shot him a look too and jabbed him with his elbow. “Lighten up, Drake, or she’ll think you’ve still got a wand up your arse about everything.”

“I do not need to think about what may or may not be up Malfoy’s arse,” she joked lightly, and the laughter in her voice made Theo snort and then guffaw with laughter.  

“Told you she’s not as much of a prude as you’d think,” he said conversationally to Malfoy when he’d recovered. Malfoy had turned crimson. “Plus, she practically admitted to me on patrol last night that she’s been caught in flagrante delicto in the corridors by a prefect.”

“I’ll try not to take that first bit the wrong way. And you admitted as much - if not more - to me, Nott” she said curtly, and watched Malfoy’s mouth part with horror and his eyes widen while the deep, scarlet flush in his cheeks spread down his neck. She nearly fell up the stairs from the dungeons in shock. Surely Malfoy hadn’t been the one… Well.  

Theo tipped his head back and crowed another laugh that echoed off the vaulted ceiling and made several portraits hiss at him to keep it down. He did nothing of the sort.  

He leaned over and whispered in Hermione’s ear as they hit the top of the staircase and headed for the great hall, “That’ll give that brilliant mind of yours something to think about, eh, Granger?”  

Malfoy thumped him hard on the upper arm and they parted ways before she could formulate a response, each heading for their respective tables, while Malfoy still sported a vibrant blush and Hermione pursed her lips.  

Yes. Yes it most certainly would.

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Dystopia

Pairing: Ron Weasley x Astoria Greengrass Words: 1,277 You can also read this on AO3.  This is dedicated to the anon who requested I write about a fight and makeup sex for this pairing over a year ago. I’m sorry it took so long to do, but I hope you enjoy it. x

All Astoria could hear was Ron's heavy breathing and the hammering of her heart in her chest. Her world around her was up in flames, and she was the reason why. She had created her own dystopia, and there was no one else to blame. She had her reasons. The words her parents spoke about them had sliced through Astoria's heart like a hot knife; she was burned. She was so burned that she knew she could not bring Ron down with her. But he didn't seem to understand, not when all he did his whole life was fight to be heard. To be the hero of the story, and to put out the flames.

"I don't care what they said!" Ron yelled, "It doesn't mean shit!"

She had never seen him this angry, but she couldn't blame him. She knew if she were him, she would be too.

"I-I can't let you ruin your life for me because of what they said," she reasoned, "This just wouldn't work. It was a nice fantasy but-"

Ron punched the wall, and Astoria heard his knuckles crack. He seemed to ignore the pain as he ran his other hand through his hair.

"I won't allow them to do this to us. I have been fighting against this pureblood bullshit my entire life."

"They don't care," she explained, "My parents.. they still believe in the old ways."

"But you don't! Why don't you fight back?"

She took a deep breath, "I'm not as brave as you Ron, you know that."

"Bullshit."

He took the seat across from her and put his head in his hands. She watched as he tried to compose himself.

"Astoria, you're one of the bravest people I know. You have fought against your family's customs your whole life, why does it make a difference now? Do you-"

His voice faltered, and he avoided looking in her direction. He stood up again and muttered under his breath, "I see."

"What?" She asked.

"You-you don't love me," he whispered, more to himself than her, "That's why it isn't worth the fight."

Astoria's breath quickened, "Ron! That's not it," she protested, "You must know that."

"Then why not fight for me?" His voice broke, and she watched as tears filled up in his eyes.

Astoria stood up and made her way towards him, but he pulled away from her attempt to comfort him.

"Don't," he snapped, "I can't deal with pity. Not from you."

"I'm not pitying you, I'm trying to show you that I love you."

"If you really loved me, then none of this would even matter."

She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say a word, he apparated on the spot.

Two weeks had gone by since that night, and Astoria had barely slept since. She had always dealt with insomnia, but this was different. She realized she had no way of falling asleep until Ron was back in her arms. She needed to hear his quiet snores in her ear and feel the way his legs would wrap around her's in the middle of the night. She needed him to ground her, and she knew he was right all along. It wasn't up to her family if she married him or not. It was up to her. She always talked about creating her own future; Ron had given her the chance, and she had turned it down after overthinking and ridiculous contemplation. It would be the biggest mistake of her life if she didn't fix it. Her life was not a Muggle dystopia; it was her own.

She mustered up the courage Ron claimed she had and apparated to his flat that he shared with George above the joke shop. She knew George was out of town with Hermione for the month, so she could still catch Ron while he was alone. She hoped he was home, and if he wasn't, she would wait. He was worth it. He was worth everything.

She knocked on his front door and clasped her hands behind her back. She twiddled her thumbs like she always did when she was nervous. Her breath caught in her throat when she heard his footsteps come toward the door.

Astoria read the expression on Ron's face as the door opened; she watched as he contemplated slamming it in her face, but he didn't. Instead, he took a side-step and offered for her to come in silently. She took up his offer and made her way over to his couch. He sat down next to her, but he avoided looking her in the eye.

"So, is this your final goodbye?" He asked her sarcastically, "Or are you here to rub it in a little more that I am unlovable and that it makes sense that my best friend would leave me for my brother rather than marry me?"

She ignored the jab and knew he was just upset. Ron had been over Hermione for years, but the rejection still hurt him. He had felt rejected his whole life; Astoria was familiar with that feeling, until she met Ron.

"I need you to forgive me," she told him quietly, "I was wrong."

She watched as shock spread across his face and he looked up into her eyes, but it was quickly replaced with anger once again.

"You-you just want me to forgive you?" He spat, "After-after all that you said and reasoned? Astoria, life doesn't work that way. I can't just pick up the broken pieces and glue them back together. It takes time."

"I-I know," Astoria fumbled, she felt like she was going to cry, "But I do love you, Ron, and I never should have let what my parent's said impact our engagement. When you proposed.. I-I was the happiest I had ever been. I ruined that. I understand. I ruin everything I touch. I always have."

He surprised her by taking her hands, "Stori-"

But she didn't let him finish, because when she looked into his eyes, she knew his anger was quickly dissolved and she was forgiven. He understood her; he understood her in a way most people didn't. They were used to being second-rate, but not in each other's eyes; they were always first. There was no need to be afraid or insecure. So she kissed him; she kissed him like it was the first time. Taken aback, he moaned, and before she knew it, she was straddling his hips as he unbuttoned her blouse.

"Is make-up sex really going to be a thing right now?" Ron joked. He was breathless, but she watched as his pupils dilated when her top fell off her shoulders.

"I guess so," she replied, "Because I honestly don't have the words to show you how sorry I am, or how much I love you."

A relieved smile spread across his face as she leaned down and kissed him. His hands cupped her cheeks gently, and once again, Astoria felt whole. Ron was always the hero in her story. And as he picked her up to carry her into his bedroom he asked, "So does that mean we are saying 'fuck the world' and we are getting married?"

Astoria couldn't help but laugh; it had been that easy. She was forgiven, and deep down, she knew she would be for her ridiculous fears.

"Only on two conditions," she told him.

"Anything."

"We don't invite my parents and I get to wear a dress that is not white. I hate that tradition. As you know, I hate most traditions."

His smile was beaming as he replied, "Anything for you."

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Title: Assassination Author: Savva Rating: MT Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,226 Summary: Some words are just too long and difficult to remember. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Alternate Links: ff.net  Published: August 17, 2013 Themes: Alcohol Hermione: Bossy, Feisty Locations: Malfoy Manor Characters: Narcissa Malfoy Note: Part of Savva’s Summer Rain Dramione drabbles compilation.

Title: Assertiveness Pays Author: venominred Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Plot? What Plot?  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,500 Summary: A chance meeting, some spilled tea, and a mutual attraction. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Fest/Exchange: hp_kinkfest Published: February 28, 2011 Draco: Long Hair, Redeemed Hermione: Bossy Locations: Draco’s Flat/House

Title: Assurance Author: Hanako A Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Humor Chapters: 1 Word Count: 8,183 Summary: Hermione knew that if she didn’t have a date of her choosing, then she would have several of her friends’ choosing. That was when she had the brilliant idea to try to invite Draco along.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: September 22, 2008 Relationship: Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Breakup/Together Again Themes: Apologies [Draco & Hermione], Insecurity Draco: Redeemed Hermione: Auror, Emotional Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendship: Draco & Goyle, Draco & Pansy, Draco & Theo, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Gregory Goyle, Narcissa Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott Character Point of View/POVs: Hermione

Title: At Long Last Author: cullens_pet Rating: NC-17 Genre(s): Romance Chapters: 6 Word Count: 5,413 Summary: “I’m going to make buttons out of your bones, Malfoy!” Hermione gritted out as she thrashed about trying dislodge his grip on her wrists. Draco chuckled darkly. “I don’t think so, Granger. I recall telling you a few moments ago that I was going to show you how hard things could be. I aim to deliver on that promise.” A veela Dramione drabble fic Status: Complete Timeline: War Alternate Links: ff.net Published: August 6, 2012  Completed: August 11, 2012 Themes: Endearments/Pet Names, Veela Draco: Veela Hermione: Feisty

Title: At Long Last Author: literaryspell/LiteraryBeauty Rating: M/R Genre(s): Drama, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,824 Summary: Hermione left the Wizarding World with her son four years ago. What was she running from, and what will she do when the past catches up with them both? Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Alternate Links: FF.net  Published: June 10, 2009 Relationship: On-off Relationship Pregnancy/Children: Accidental Pregnancy, Children Names [Orion], Draco-Doesn’t-Know Themes: Deception, Running Away, Travel [New Zealand] Draco: Business Man, Draco’s Feelings Hermione: Emotional Locations: New Zealand Side Pairings: Lucius/Narcissa Characters: Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy

Title: At The High Table Author: MissiAmphetamine  Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Friendship Chapters: 4 Word Count: 25,236 Summary: The Transfiguration and Muggle Studies professors happily have no reason to interact with each other…except at meals, where fate - and poor seating arrangements - place them far too close for comfort. Hermione fears she may be driven to murder Malfoy with her fork, but instead resigns herself to attempting professional courtesy, and finds out that people change. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, EWE Published: March 5, 2014 Completed: June 3, 2014 Themes: Apologies [Draco] Draco: Hogwarts Professor [Transfiguration], Redeemed Hermione: Hogwarts Professor [Muggle Studies] Locations: Great Hall, Hogwarts Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry Characters: Ginny Weasley, Harry Potter, Minerva McGonagall, Neville Longbottom Featured Holidays: Christmas

Title: At The Park Author: yourebrilliant Rating: K Genre(s): Humor, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 2,223 Summary: He only sees her on Saturdays. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, Semi-Epilogue Compliant Alternate Links: AO3 Published: January 6, 2011 Themes: Marital Problems/Divorce Draco: Broody, Divorced, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Divorced, Feisty Characters: Hugo Weasley, Ron Weasley, Rose Weasley, Scorpius Malfoy

Title: At the Quidditch World Cup Author: ladymacbeth99 Rating: K+ Genre(s): Romance, Angst Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,496 Summary: The incident at the Quidditch World Cup involving the Death Eaters seemed harmless enough to Draco-until it occurred to him that Granger could be in danger from his own parents. Not that he was concerned for her, of course…  Status: Complete Timeline: Year 4 Published: November 25, 2011 Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley

Title: At The Turning Of The New Year Author: RZZMG Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 1 Word Count: 9,313 Summary: Epilogue to “The Hate Of His Life.” 2010 has come, and Draco Malfoy finds that sometimes unexpected miracles happen at the turn of a decade. Will he and Hermione Granger get their chance after all? One-shot. Romance/Hot Shagging-DM x HG.  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, Semi-Epilogue Compliant Holiday: Christmas/New Year’s Published: January 10, 2010 Themes: Affection, Alcohol,Events/Celebration [Party], Endearments/Pet Names, Games/Challenges/Dares [Drinking Game] Draco: Business Man, Divorced, Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed, Sex God Hermione: Divorced, Emotional, Hermione’s Feelings, Know-It-All Locations: Malfoy Manor Side Pairings: Ernie/Astoria Friendships: Hermione & Harry Characters: Harry Potter  Prequel: The Hate Of His Life - T, one shot - Draco Malfoy looks at his relationship with Hermione Granger over the last 7 years as his side and hers collide in battle. Maybe Dumbledore was right about love being at the heart of every decision. Canon, 7th Yr.

Title: At Waterloo Author: yenesi Rating: R Genre(s): Romance  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 6,813 Summary: Several days before his 30th birthday, Draco is upset, and questioning his life and the choices he has made. Can he finally make the right one, or will it be too late when he at long last makes his move?  Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War, AU Fest/Exchange: dmhgficexchange Published: July 3, 2006 Themes: Apologies [Draco], Baths/Showers, Jewellery, Presents/Gift Giving [From Hermione to Draco] Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Healer Hermione: Healer Locations: Draco’s Flat/House, Hermione’s Flat/House, St. Mungo’s Side Pairings: Draco/Original Characters Characters: Original Characters Character Birthdays: Draco

Title: Atonement Author: SomethingBlue42 Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 16 Word Count: 29,017 Summary: After Lord Voldemort’s victory, Hermione Granger is bought by Draco Malfoy, the Dark Lord’s most trusted servant. The longer she stays at Malfoy Manor the more she comes to learn that while Malfoy is vicious and unrelenting, not everything is as it seems. Status: Complete Timeline: War Fest/Exchange: hermione_smut Alternate Links: LJ Published: November 14, 2011 Themes: Endearments/Pet Names, Injuries [Hermione], Kidnapping/Imprisonment [Hermione is Draco’s prisoner], Promises, Voldemort Wins, Wandless/Non-verbal Magic [Draco] Draco: Death Eater, Draco’s Feelings, Redeemed Hermione: Emotional, Feisty Locations: Diagon Alley, Flourish and Blotts, Malfoy Manor Characters: Adrian Pucey, Blaise Zabini, C. Warrington, Dean Thomas, Dennis Creevey, Ginny Weasley, Gregory Goyle, Lavender Brown, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Pansy Parkinson, Seamus Finnigan, Vincent Crabbe Character Deaths: Harry Potter, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Ron Weasley Featured Holidays: Christmas

Title: Atrophy in the Library Author: applecede Rating: PG-13 Genre(s): General, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,166 Summary: Hermione finds her own personal library in Draco Malfoy. Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years, AU Fest/Exchanged: dmhgficexchange Published: November 28, 2005 Draco: Smoker Hermione: Know-It-All Characters: Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley

Title: Attention Author: jess_lovecat04 Rating: MA/NC-17 Genre(s): Humor, Plot? What Plot? Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,102 Summary: No Summary Status: Complete Timeline: Hogwarts Years Locations: Slytherin Dungeons

Title: Auld Lang Syne Author: Minervasrevenge Rating: G Genre(s): Fluff, Romance Chapters: 1 Word Count: 1,391 Summary: The beginning of a romance starts at the unlikeliest moment. Status: Complete Timeline: Post Hogwarts/Post War, EWE Fest/Exchange: Written in 2008 for LJ comm dramione_awards Published: March 18, 2015 Completed: March 18, 2015 Relationship: Friendship, Progressive Themes: Events/Celebrations Draco: Redeemed, Auror Hermione: Ministry employee Side Pairings: Ron/Lavendar Featured Holidays: New Years

Title: Aurelian Author: BittyBlueEyes Rating: T Genre(s): Action, Mystery, Romance Chapters: 43 Word Count: 271,132 Summary: Two years after the war, a young stranger pays a visit to the burrow. His arrival alone is baffling, but the news he brings of an upcoming war  turns the world upside down. Hermione’s quiet, post-war life will never be the same. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-war, War Alternate Links: AO3  Published: December 25, 2010  Completed: May 15, 2011 Relationship: Engaged/Married (At Some Point) Pregnancy/Children: Children Names [Aurelian] Themes: Cooking/Baking [Hermione], Cruciatus Curse [Hermione], Curses/Spells, Injuries [Hermione], Magical Items, Pensieves [Draco & Hermione], Polyjuice [Draco], Sharing a Bed, Time Travel [Children] Draco: Draco’s Feelings, Draco’s Patronus, Redeemed, Snarky Hermione: Bossy, Feisty, Know-It-All Locations: Diagon Alley, Grimmauld Place, Knockturn Alley, Malfoy Manor, Ministry of Magic, The Burrow, The Three Broomsticks Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Draco & Ginny, Draco & Harry, Draco & Pansy, Draco & Ron, Draco & The Weasleys, Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Harry, Hermione & Ron Characters: Andromeda Tonks, Arthur Weasley, Bellatrix Lestrange, Bill Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Charlie Weasley, Dennis Creevey, Fleur Delcour, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Grangers, Harry Potter, Katie Bell, Luna Lovegood, Molly Weasley, Narcissa Malfoy, Original Characters, Pansy Parkinson, Percy Weasley, Ron Weasley, Rodolphus Lestrange, Teddy Lupin

Title: Autumn Chill Author: Inspire Rating: T Genre(s): General Chapters: 1 Word Count: 4,653 Summary: An unexpected chill falls over a Samhain bonfire festival. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Fest/Exchange: luvlikerocketz Alternate Links: LJ Holiday: Halloween/Samhain Published: October 31, 2009 Themes: Events/Celebrations [Festival], Matchmaking/Blind Dates [Matchmakers: Ginny & Blaise] Draco: Redeemed, Snarky Side Pairings: Blaise/Ginny Friendships: Draco & Blaise, Hermione & Ginny Characters: Blaise Zabini, Ginny Weasley

Title: Avoiding the Dragon  Author: PrincessHamideh  Rating: M Genre(s): Romance, Hurt/Comfort  Chapters: 1 Word Count: 10,479 Summary: Hermione has been a professor at Hogwarts for years. But how will she cope when Draco Malfoy steps of hiding to return to Hogwarts himself, and take the still vacant Potions position? AU, lemons.  Status: Complete  Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War  Published: August 13, 2010 Relationship: Getting Together  Themes: Co Workers Office Parters, Sharing a Bed, Apologies, Flirting  Draco: Redeemed, Snarky, Hogwarts Professor  Hermione: Feisty, Hogwarts Professor  Locations: Hogwarts Characters: Minerva McGonagall 

Title: Avoiding the Marriage Law Author: Dekaying Rating: T Genre(s): Romance, Drama Chapters: 25 Word Count: 36,720 Summary: Although they both want to avoid the prospect of a marriage law being passed, Hermione and Draco have very different approaches to getting their way. For them, in the end, it won’t matter. Status: Complete Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War Published: February 28, 2016 Completed: September 5, 2016 Themes: Marriage Law, Letters, Ministry and Politics, Blind Dates, Jealousy, Insecurity, Misunderstandings, Dancing, Co Workers Office Partners Draco: Ministry Worker, Romantic Hermione: Ministry Worker, Emotional Side Pairings: Harry/Ginny Friendships: Hermione & Ginny, Hermione & Ron, Draco & Blaise Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Narcissa Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Original Character Additional Notes: Characters are OOC. 

Title: Awake Author: SlytheringBacktoHogwarts  Rating: M  Genre(s): Romance, Hurt/Comfort  Chapters: 2 Word Count: 7,741 Summary: “The greatest torture one can endure is being forced to kill the one that you love.” Draco is in Azkaban, awaiting death for war crimes. Her word can’t save him - only his - and those words he can’t bring himself to speak aloud. Dramione. Was originally a oneshot based on the song Awake by Secondhand Serenade but I decided to add a second chapter. I couldn’t leave it alone!  Status: Complete  Timeline: Post-Hogwarts/Post-War  Published: December 10, 2015 Completed: January 8, 2016 Relationship: Secret Feelings  Themes: Apologies, Kidnapping and Imprisonment, Ministry and Politics, Azkaban  Draco: Death Eater, Draco’s Feelings  Hermione: Campaigner  Locations: Ministry of Magic, Azkaban, Hermione’s Flat/House  Characters: Kingsley Shacklebolt, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley  Character Point of View/POV: Hermione