#still bugs me that he texted me on valentine’s day this year about the hogwarts game

[exxpelliarrmus]

i had a(nother) dream graham wanted to be my friend and he was so sad and just “wanted to talk about everything”

ew

[gryffindor-glizzy-gobbler]

Out Past Curfew (Pt. 1/5)

“No, no- fuck off. I’m mad at you.”

Sitting on the bench with your arms crossed firmly over your chest whilst slouching in your seat, positioned right next to you was the one person you didn’t want to see right now.

Pansy Parkinson. It was no stranger to anyone that you two were the biggest ankle bitters in the house of Slytherin, which made you two being best friends even more unfortunate for the rest of the house members who had to deal with your nonsense. This was one of those cases.

“What? You don’t believe in a cause?” Pansy reached over to place both of her hands on your shoulders, her right arm clenching the shoulder farthest away from you. “This is a cause?” You cocked a brow at her, honest to God wondering if she was serious. Pansy was a fool all in her own right, and you respected that to a decent degree, but there comes a point where you sometimes can’t take some of her shit anymore. You sucked in your stomach through your teeth before using the back of your hands to brush her grip off of her shoulder, turning your entire body to face her.

“This is bullshit, Pansy. You didn’t even ask me first. Then you come here and you’re asking for ANOTHER favor?” “That’s what best friends do, squibby. I know you’re kind of a loser and haven’t really had friends before, but that’s how that works. You do me a favor and when you need something done, I’ll do you a favor. Get it? It’s called human fucking decency.” She stressed the last syllables of her coaxing, thinning out an imaginary line with her fingers, pinching the air as she furrowed her thick eyebrows at you.

“You don’t know a damn about human decency.” You grumbled before pushing off of the bench using the back of your legs to spring to your feet, looking down at her with a glare that could kill. What Pansy had done had been a bit worse than the things she had done in the past.

It was no secret to any one - not just in Slytherin - but in Hogwarts, that you hated Draco Malfoy more than anything. Probably Harry Potter himself, and that guy really hated that weasel.

Pansy knew this better than anyone, yet she still had a crush on Draco. She’s fancied him since their first year. It’s been 5 years since she acknowledged to herself that she had the fattest crush on the fattest asshole in the whole school. It was aggravating that your best friend was in love with the guy you hated the most, but you could tolerate that. What she had just done was too far.

Tonight you had planned to spend your time doing homework for Potions, but instead you were going to have to spend 2 hours of your precious sweet time with the most annoying boy imaginable. All thanks to Pansy.

You see, Pansy was head girl. The title of hers was definitely earned, and you had no doubt that she worked to secure her rank, but damn sometimes you wish she wasn’t head girl. It certainly disadvantaged you in more ways than one. Tonight, instead of studying for your Defense Against the Dark Arts test you have tomorrow and finishing up your Potions homework, you had to cover for Pansy’s prefect rounds tonight. And guess who happened to be Head Boy?


Draco Motherfucking Malfoy.

Loathing couldn’t even describe the feeling you had rumbling in your stomach right now that was harbored towards Pansy. You were seething. Fuming even. Your anger was unimaginable, but as Pansy had mentioned, she already signed you up for covering her rounds. This was a system that was created when you both were fifth years, being able to cover other prefects rounds.

You yourself were not a prefect this year, that baton got passed over to Pansy, but due to your previous expire in el with being a prefect, you were elegible to take rounds from the prefect of your house - even if they are Head Girl. You dreaded this information, because that means there was no way of getting out of it. 2 hours of Draco’s bitching would haunt your dreams tonight, and as the time came around to finally fulfill the task that Pansy roped you into, you had to wonder...

What was she doing that was so important to where she missed out on a chance to hang out with Draco? Her everything. Her little love bug. Whatever plans she had tonight must’ve been important for her to skip out on prefect rounds, the one time of day she can actually get Draco alone with out ripping him away from his friends.

Glancing at the clock that was above the doorway leading to the spiral staircase that took you down to the Slytherin common room, you grit your teeth as you were lacing up your black leather boots that you usually wore when you knew you were going to be taking a long walk. Of course, this was one of those night. Also, you knew that compared to your other shoes, that this pair hurt more when kicking a guy in the balls.

That might come in handy.

You glanced at Pansy, and she herself was also getting ready for something. It wasn’t for anything school related, based on the nature of her attire, which was a sexy slim fitting velvety green dress. It accentuated her figures quite nicely without making her look fat, which was always a plus.

“Oh don’t you look like a slut.” You snapped, lying about her obviously gorgeous looking appearance as to belittle her. Humbling her was all you could do right now to bite back at her for what she had submitted you to. “Where are you going anyways?” You cocked a brow at her. You had been speaking quietly due to the time of night that is was and the fact that some of the girls were already sleeping.

Even though it was...

You glanced at the clock.

9:55.

“Nevermind, tell me later, I don’t care right now.” You sprung off of the bed you were sitting on after fully lacing up your shoes. Under your robes that you were require to wear you were wearing a green and black plaid pleated skirt with a black wool vest over a white dress shirt.

“Have fun.” She sneered at you as you found your way around the mess that was scattered across the floor, said mess consisting of clothes, shoes, random crumbled up pieces of papers, and some text books. Note to self: clean up Slytherin dorm if you have time in the morning.

You already knew that asking the girls in your house to help you was as useful as asking a fish to breath air.

Skittering down the stairs, trying to make you footsteps as quiet as possible, you creeped into the Slytherin common room where you spotted a pair of curly haired brunettes - both of them were probably woman based on the angle you were looking at them from - and they were playing tonsel hockey right on the couch where you left your ashes and weathered satchel that held your wand and a couple of sweet snacks. You ignored the intimacy unfolding in front of you, despite the smacking sounds being practically negative-ASMR for you to listen to, and dashed out of the common room towards the meeting place that Pansy disclosed you on.

Middle courtyard right near the fountain that had the eagle statues on its corners. You knew the place, that was where some kids went on dates after curfew. Especially on valentine’s day. You shuddered at the nature of the place where you were meeting Draco, but nonetheless speed-walked towards the courtyard where you spotted the platinum-blonde weasel sitting, looking more annoying than usual.

His hair was a bit messy, obviously not making an effort to make it look like normal due to WHO he was doing his rounds with. Every time someone asked Draco how he felt about Pansy, it was always a one-worded answer, and if it was more than that... vague doesn’t even begin to describe it.

Though he sure had a lot to say about you.

“Oh that little squib? She’s an absolute thorn in my side. All the attractive qualities about her appearance is basically squashed by her whorish personality. She’s an absolute cunt, but getting on her nerves is the highlight of my day.”

That comment you can clearly remember Draco making in front of you to Blaise was something that you had imprinted on your mind. And as you walked up to the weasel himself, you could only leer at him.

“Evening, Malfoy.”