#this also means i have to find someone else for draco to date

[t1oui]

okay so update on this even tho it still has a lot of time left: as much as i love vikron and runa, i think i have to narrow it to padma or blaise bc i honestly can't see luna or viktor offering to help ron get lavender, or ron asking either of them for help lol. i was originally going to do vikron but then went to write it down in the page i made for this fic and realized there's no way they'd work in this scenario 😔 guess i have to remember how to write blairon now lol

OKAY so i'm trying to plan out a fic that i probably won't even do anything with but i can't figure out who ron should end up with

it's a no voldemort au where ron and hermione both have a crush on lavender and are competing w each other to see who will take her to the yule ball. hermione and lavender end up together and ron dates whoever he gets to help him get w lav. sooo...

[hjparisian]

you're losing me- theodore nott x reader

p: theodore nott x gn!reader w: kinda sad, angst summary: Theodore Nott and (Y/N) (L/N) have been close friends since they were kids. Realizing their feelings for each other, they pursue a relationship. Theodore begins to change and (Y/N) feels that they're losing him. a/n: i wanna apologize for how long it's taken for me to get this out, but i hope its still enjoyable. also do you guys like the summaries before the story? not sure if i should keep them or not

Theodore Nott and (Y/N) (L/N) have known each other since they were young. Being purebloods, they were put together with the other pureblood kids at parties. The first party they ever been to, the two clicked, deciding they were designated party buddies at these boring functions.

Aside from the Malfoy's, the (L/N)'s also threw numerous elegant parties. The (L/N)'s never cared for where the kids were as long as they were exhibiting proper sophisticated behavior when present. At one of the (L/N)'s parties, young (Y/N) dragged young Theodore to one of the many rooms in the manor, wanting to escape the adults. The room had rows of books from floor to ceiling, a fireplace, and big windows that brought in beautiful sunlight during the day.

From that day forward, that was (Y/N)'s and Theodore's room. (Y/N) would always bring Theodore to the room whenever he was over, whether it be during parties or the holidays, and Theodore would bring more books to add to the shelves. Sometimes they would invites some of their closet pureblood friends like Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy, Blaise, and the Greengrass sisters, but to them, it was their room only.

Once the two began going to Hogwarts, they felt closer than ever, and the fact that they were both placed in Slytherin helped. If (Y/N) was in the library studying, Theodore was next to them helping. If Theodore was chilling in the common room with his mates, (Y/N) was sitting right next to him.

In fourth year, the Triwizard Tournament was taking place and the Yule Ball was announced. Everyone was scrambling to find someone to take. Theodore had only one person in mind though, (Y/N). He told them to meet him at the astronomy tower, where he stood there holding their favorite flowers, ready to pop the question.

"(Y/N) (L/N), will you make me the luckiest man alive by being my date to the Yule Ball?"

Much to his pleasure, (Y/N) said yes.

The day of the Yule Ball finally came and everyone was excited. Both (Y/N) and Theodore were nervous, not wanting to embarrass themselves in front of the other. The moment the two laid their eyes on each other, they didn't even notice the other people around them, all they saw was each other. Toward the end of the night, Theodore told (Y/N) his feelings, sparking a new relationship at Hogwarts.

Everything was going just fine, sure they may have small arguments, but Theodore and (Y/N) would always be able to patch things up. But things start to change in the sixth year. Theodore started to be more distant. He would either be late to breakfast or not show up at all. Everytime (Y/N) would ask if they could meet somewhere, Theodore would always reply with "Can't, I'm busy right now." This change was putting a strain on their relationship.

To everyone else, it seemed that Theodore and (Y/N) were fine, but in reality, there's an unknown battle going on. (Y/N) tried to appear happy in front of their friends, not wanting to worry them, but there was one person that could see through their facade. Pansy.

Every time Pansy would confront (Y/N) about this, (Y/N) would defend Theodore with their life.

"(Y/N), I can see things between you and Theo aren't okay."

"No! I mean, we're fine. Theo's just busy right now with school."

Pansy knew that they really cared for Theodore and don't want to face the facts that their relationship is starting to fall. But by doing so, (Y/N) is slowly bleeding out from the pain he is causing them.

Before winter break, (Y/N) was invited to Slughorn's Christmas Party. Those who were attending were encouraged to bring a date. They decided to take a chance and ask Theodore to be their date, not wanting to go with anyone else.

(Y/N) was able to find Theodore in the common room reading, and decided to take chance.

"Hey."

Theo looks up at them. "Hey."

"I was wondering, if you weren't busy, if you would be my date to Slughorn's Christmas Party?" There was a slight pause. "Blaise and Pansy are going. I think Daphne too."

(Y/N) looks at Theodore, slightly scared for his response. The man took a breathe before answering.

"Sure."

"Good." (Y/N) said. "It's on the 20th at 8 o'clock. Dress nice."

Theodore Nott said yes to going. So why was (Y/N) disappointed by his response? It's because his response wasn't what they were expecting. Theodore's responses were typically more energetic, telling them there was nothing else he'd rather do than spend time with them.

Was this the beginning of an end? Is (Y/N) starting to lose Theodore? Or is it the other way around? Will Theodore lose (Y/N) by pushing them away?

The night of Slughorn's Christmas Party was not an exciting one. (Y/N) was deciding if they should just ditch it and leave Theodore waiting for them, if he even bothered to show up. But of course, Theodore wouldn't ditch them nor would (Y/N), having been taught manners all their life by their parents.

The two met up in the common room, deciding they could walk together to Slughorn's office for the party. The walk was painfully silent, until (Y/N) decided to break it.

"So. How have you been?"

"Fine." Theodore responds. "You?"

"I've been alright. Mainly doing school work."

Theodore hums in response, ending the brief conversation.

Luckily, they had arrived at Slughorn's office. Theodore opened the door and as they walked in, it felt like they were transported somewhere else. It seemed as if the Potions professor really out did himself, with all the gold, crimson, and emerald hangings, it definitely did not feel like they were in his office.

(Y/N) spotted their Slytherin friends and dragged Theodore towards them. Pansy stood with Blaise, who was holding her waist while Daphne Greengrass was chatting it up with Adrian Pucey.

"Hey, Pansy!" (Y/N) called out.

Pansy turned towards the two Slytherins at the sound of her name. "(Y/N)! Theodore!" She ran to give (Y/N) a hug, Blaise joining her to give Theodore their so called 'bro hugs'.

"You look stunning," Pansy says.

"Aw thank you Pansy," said (Y/N). "You do too!"

"And what about your other favorite Slytherin? Don't I look hot?" Blaise asks with a sly grin.

"Ah Blaise," (Y/N) begins to say. "You look absolutely terrible." A small 'Hey!' leaves Blaise's month as he looks offend. "Joking, joking!"

A voice calls (Y/N)'s name. It was Professor Slughorn.

"Ah (Y/N)! I'm so glad you're here. Come with me, I've got a couple people who are want to meet the (L/N)'s heir!"

"Oh er, sure Professor," (Y/N) tells him as he begins to drag them away.

"Worry not dear (Y/N) you'll be back with your friends soon!"

As Slughorn was bringing (Y/N) to meet some of his friends and alumni, (Y/N)'s eyes looked at Theodore, who wasn't even aware or concerned about their temporary departure. In fact, he was more focused on the seemingly wonderful conversation he was having with Daphne Greengrass.

While being forced to talk with numerous people, thanks to Professor Slughorn, (Y/N) couldn't help but keep looking for Theodore, hoping he was looking for them but to their disappointment, he was staring still staring into the eyes of Daphne, smiling as she was talking. He hadn't looked at them like that in ages.

They had to talk to Theodore.

(Y/N) turned to the lady that was currently chatting with her. "My apologies, I must be heading now, if you could excuse me." They began walking towards their supposed lover and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Hello Theodore, Daphne. I hope you don't mind if I talk to Theo about something, do you?" (Y/N) asks.

"Oh no, go ahead," Daphne tells them.

(Y/N) had already begun to drag Theodore outside the party, pulling him into an empty corridor. As soon as they stopped, Theodore yanks his hand out of (Y/N)'s grasp.

"What is it you want, (Y/N)?" Theodore asks. "Daphne and I were in the middle of a conversation."

"What I wanna know is what is up with you? Since the start of this year, you've practically been ignoring me! Everytime I've asked to do something, you always say you're busy!"

"That's because I am busy-"

"Doing what? Spending time with Daphne? Avoiding us?"

"(Y/N), no. It isn't-"

"It isn't what, Theodore? I see the way you look at Daphne. It's how you used to look at me."

At this point, (Y/N) was struggling to hold their tears back, releasing all the anger, frustration and pain they've been holding in.

"This whole time I've been pretending everything was fine, but in reality I was waiting for you to do something to save us. To show that you still love me."

"(Y/N) I still love you."

"If you still did, we wouldn't be having this conversation."

Theodore took a deep breath, obviously starting to get frustrated.

"Listen (Y/N), let's just go back to the party and talk about this later." Theo tells them.

"Oh? So you can avoid this whole conversation and me the rest of the night? To spend your night with someone else?"

"Honestly (Y/N), you're over exaggerating," Theodore scoffs. He turns and starts walking away from them.

"And where are you going?"

"Away. I think we need space right now. I'll see you after break."

Theodore leaves (Y/N) alone in the corridor. All (Y/N) could do was sob, feeling heartbroken. The next day, they took the next train and returned to the (L/N)'s manor.

"How has school been? Are you passing all your classes?" (Y/N)'s mother asked during lunch.

(Y/N) swallowed the piece of food in their mouth before responding. "It's been alright. I'm doing well in all my classes. I have O's and E's."

"And how are your friends?" (Y/N)'s father chimes in. "Oh and Nott's boy! How could I forget? How is he?"

"Oh Theodore! That boy is so sweet." (Y/N)'s mother said.

Of course they'd have to bring up Theodore. "Everyone's doing alright. We're just all busy with classes and preparing for NEWTs next year." said (Y/N), trying to avoid the topic of the Slytherin boy.

"You know," their mother begins. "I wouldn't mind if you and Theodore got married once you graduate from Hogwarts."

If (Y/N) had anything in their mouth, they would've done a spit take.

(Y/N)'s father agreed. "I think it would be wonderful! Uniting the Nott and (L/N) families."

(Y/N) didn't want to let their parents know what happened between the two. It would only cause more harm and could ruin any business going on between the two families. Besides, who'd want to marry the insecure heir of the (L/N)?

Not wanting to discuss this anymore (as well as losing their appetite), (Y/N) handing their plate to the families house elf before standing up.

"If you'll excuse me, I would like to do a bit of studying."

(Y/N) began walking straight to their room, until a specific set of doors caught their eye. They decide to take a detour and enter it. It was the room where Theodore and (Y/N) would spend their times hiding from the adults at the elegant pureblooded parties.

It looked about the same since they were last in it near the beginning of summer. Shelves of books filled from floor to ceiling, the fireplace was out, books strewn about on tables, and their most favorite part of this room, the large windows that shined sunlight on them. It was one of the major things that Theodore and (Y/N) liked about this room.

On one of the tables was a handkerchief with the initials T.N. embroidered on it. It was Theodore's.

One summer afternoon, (Y/N) and Theodore sat across from each other reading. Theodore heard small sniffs and looked up to see (Y/N) with tears welled up in their eyes.

"(Y/N) are you alright?" He asked them, concerned for their wellbeing.

(Y/N) looked up at him. "Oh, yes, sorry. I just got to a really emotional part in my book, but I'm alright."

Theodore put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a white cloth with the letters T.N. on it in gold.

"Here, (Y/N)," Theodore says as he hands it to them. "So you can wipe the tears. I hate to see you cry."

(Y/N) immediately takes the handkerchief and dabs the tears away. "Thank you so much Theo."

The boy gave them a smile. "Anything for you (Y/N)."

All (Y/N) could do was cry at the memory. The Theodore that they once loved, was practically gone. The love they had for each other has faded. They could no longer find the pulse leading to their love.

All that remain was the room that Theodore and (Y/N) had loved because of the light.

[hollowed-theory-hall]

What do you think would be the biggest points of divergence in Harry's character if he'd never met/never befriended Ron?

I mean, if Harry didn't meet Ron on the train and befriend him, say he figured out the platform 9 3/4 situation before the Weasleys arrive and so they don't meet at that point, I think the first change would be that he won't have the added bad impression from Draco on the train, and then, it's possible he wouldn't be that desperate to not be in Slytherin. So, a Harry who didn't befriend Ron on the train might end up in Slytherin. I also think he'd be more studious. I mean, he read all his coursebooks before school and only really started being lazy about schoolwork because everyone in Gryffindor was doing it. A Slytherin Harry who didn't befriend Ron would probably be more academically inclined (though, he'd still play Quidditch).

From this point, there are so many points of divergence that it just becomes a whole fic at this point. It would change how first year goes, and second year (Ginny won't be able to steal the diary back for starters, but would Harry even be in Myrtle's bathroom to find the diary? Would Ginny's crush remain the same if she didn't spend a whole summer watching Harry hang out with her brothers? How would Harry even get to Hogwarts if Ron isn't there with the flying Ford Angelica?). Third year would also change, I mean, the Weasleys would probably still go to Egypt and have their photo in the Prophet which would cause Sirius to escape, but Peter would be pretty far from Harry this go around. And Fred and George would have no reason to give Harry the Maurader's Map.

Harry won't be in the Quidditch World Cup at the beginning of GoF, or, at least he won't be there with the Weasleys. If Harry doesn't befriend Ron, it means he either goes to live with someone else during August or he's stuck at the Dursleys for longer each summer without the Weasleys' support. I also don't think Harry would really consider Ginny as a dating option if he wasn't close to the Weasleys, so I think he'd find someone else to think he has a crush on.

And the plot continues changing, obviously. Like, I'd say a lot would change. Ron (and the Weasleys in general) is pretty plot-integral.

[scribescrawls]

Taco headcanons?

Apologies to anon who sent this for the late response! I meant to respond earlier, but I am kind of slow in replying to messages and comments a lot of the time sorry!!

I think with taco it depends on the story I am trying to tell at the moment that could change the way I characterize them from story to story. I will list some of the more general headcanons I have about them or when I write them though some of these might differ between each other depending on the story I work on (of course these are just my personal opinions or me being delulu haha and it’s totally fine if people have differing opinions or don’t agree lol)

Taco headcanons:

-I do not agree with the idea that Tom/Voldemort is incapable of love. I also don’t really see them as different people, perhaps depending on the setting I can see them at different life stages so they are different from each other but I don’t really see them as separate people if that makes any sense lol

-I see Tom as being actually a very sentimental person when he gets attached to something and in some ways is both a cynic about the world but also a romantic in that he romanticizes certain things about his life. Like the way he clings to his connection to being “heir of Slytherin” and the idea of being special over others, I see as more of a coping mechanism for his trauma of growing up as an orphan during a war where the very real fear of dying in that time in obscurity like so many other orphans or like his mother has him clinging onto any hope that he won’t end up the same. He’s probably grown up with most people believing and saying that he’s nobody and will die as a nobody in a pauper’s grave. I can see him telling himself that he is special and forcing himself to believe that he is someone of worth meant for greater things because no one else will. Because the alternative is admitting that you will probably die alone and forgotten by the world and no one will care.

-I think once he actually reaches a point of self-awareness that he likes/loves someone and wants them in his life it goes from 0 to 100 real quick. I actually see him as the one with less commitment issues most of the time once he realizes his emotions because I guess I view it as when he wants something he’s determined to get it and keep it forever. Of course this requires him to grow attached or care for whatever idea/object/person in question first and admit it to himself which I see as more rare but when it happens he loves with an intense fervor/obsession. I could imagine Draco casually dating people for fun before they get together, but I can’t see Tom enjoying casual dating at all. If he was going to officially date someone, I think Tom would already have decided this is the one and you’re never leaving him :)

-I headcanon Tom as demisexual and demiromantic. For Draco I personally headcanon him as bi, both bisexual and biromantic

-Though their differing personalities can be a source of conflict, I also think it can be beneficial in balancing them. I see Draco as being able to bring out the more fun side of Tom and just brings a bit of silliness and fun in general to their dynamic and in Tom’s life. In turn, I see Tom as being able to ground Draco’s flights of fancy and stop Draco from overthinking things when he gets too in his own head about things. I also think Draco helps Tom not overthink certain things too but in different ways. I think if they manage to strike the right balance between their personalities they kind of ground each other.

-I see Tom as having a dry sense of humor mixed with some gallows humor and also occasionally makes puns, like with the whole Wormtail hand joke lol, I think Draco actually really enjoys Tom’s dry sense of humor and one of the things Draco likes about him is that he can make him laugh. I think Tom is also the kind to make mean scathing remarks about people usually in a dry way and Draco’s humor is kind of similar and finds it funny when Tom is mean so long as it’s not targeted at him. I also think that Draco’s over dramatic ridiculousness sometimes exasperates Tom, but I think it also amuses him in some ways and Draco just by the nature of how he is sometimes brings levity to the situation when Tom is being too serious.

-I think Tom is bad at social cues and understanding other people. I think he can read people enough to manipulate them to use them, but if you try to get him to truly understand someone he doesn’t really get it most of the time. Like he can understand a certain pattern of behavior gets a certain reaction, but understanding why that would make someone else feel that way is a struggle especially if he hasn’t experienced it himself.

While he can put on a charismatic facade I don’t think he enjoys it and I think it’s actually very tiring for him when he has to do it long term.

-I think Tom shows his care and affection through actions over words

-I think Tom has a romanticized idea of his mother and I think part of him feels angry she died and left him alone (even if it’s not a rational thought), but I think he also loves her or at least the idea of her that he’s built up in his mind since he never actually knew what she was like in real life. Like she died and ‘left him’ (even if we know dying in childbirth isn’t choosing to leave someone), but she also seems to be the only one in the world who wanted him. And I think that’s why he’s so protective of this idea he’s made of her in his head and her memory. The way he only moves to attack Morfin when his uncle starts calling his mother horrible names and insulting her or the way he was so dead set on getting the locket that belonged to her. Or his hatred of his dad for leaving them.

-I think Tom has an idealized concept of motherhood and that traits like love, care, affection, gentleness, understanding, comfort, etc (things I think he craves but won’t admit) are things he associates with mothers. Mothers are the ones who love their children and want them. Mothers care for their children enough to die for them. But they are also in his eyes weak, fragile, and they die on you. (Of course we know not all mothers are like that) 

I don’t think Tom is looking for someone to replace his mom, but I think Draco’s way of caring for people that he’s learned from growing up in a loving family reflects a lot of the ideals of what Tom imagines a family or more specifically the only family member worth anything in his eyes (mothers) embody 

-Because Draco grew up in a loving family with two overprotective parents, when he takes care of others especially those he loves or sees as family whether it’s intentional or not I think it’s a bit coddling, sometimes nagging, but gentle and very warm. And Tom getting to be on the receiving end of all of that from Draco, it’s probably the closest he’s ever felt to having a family and the safety and care the feeling invokes probably makes him want to hoard it like a starving man. Draco is also magically weaker (though that’s not saying much considering it’s Voldemort/Tom he’s being compared to and almost everyone would be weaker) and Tom’s probably aware of how easy it would be to kill him or for him to die. Draco’s probably playing on all his mommy issues lol

-I like to think that Tom likes discussing Dark Arts with Draco and likes that he can talk about the stuff without Draco blinking an eye at the subject matter or being appalled that Tom is fascinated with the Dark Arts as a subject since Draco grew up in a family that practices Dark Arts and has a bunch of Dark artifacts and items just hanging around Malfoy Manor like they’re your everyday vase considering Lucius had to sell some of it off to Borgin and Burkes to avoid the Ministry’s prying in book 2. While yes he is fascinated with the Dark Arts for the power it could bring him, I also just see Tom as someone who is fascinated by magic in general and how it works. I see his fascination with the Dark Arts equally as an academic interest and think he’d like talking about his interests. 

Draco’s less judgemental view of the Dark Arts means he’d be more comfortable talking about it without judging Tom in regards to his interests on principle, since he wouldn’t view the Dark Arts as inherently bad. Draco growing up in a loving family who also happened to practice Dark Arts means he wouldn’t have that association that Dark magic always equals bad. I actually think he’d have a more nuanced view that it’s all in the application of the spell rather than the type of spell that makes it bad to do. I also think because of that Draco also brings up sometimes creative but also silly applications for the spells Tom is studying or making. Like a spell that would sear the flesh of a person’s skin without burning through their whole body quickly until their insides slowly melted. And Draco would probably ask if the same spell could be used to roast the perfect marshmallow with a perfect gooey center. Tom would call him ridiculous and then five minutes later they’d probably be hunched over a marshmallow trying it out because now the thought won’t leave Tom’s head and Draco would whine about wanting to try it lol

-I see them as both very stubborn people so conflicts do happen, but I think as long as they work on their communication over time they have the potential to be a solid couple. Though I don’t think their communication skills came naturally. I think a lot of it came with trial and error.

-I think there are moments where Draco does things and Tom has that feeling/thought of “I do not understand rich people” lol

-I don’t see Taco as a “match made in heaven perfect for each other in every way" kind of ship, I think it’s one of those ships where they don’t easily mesh together naturally but when they find the balance between their personalities I think they could make for a very strong couple. Very much a “you want to make it work so you put in the effort to stay in each other’s lives because it is something you both want” kind of ship.

-I see them as an “I accidentally fell in love” (this was neither of our initial intents), but “I chose to remain in love and every day I choose to love you” kind of ship

Of course this all depends on how they are written and I will admit I do tend to write them softer than perhaps most portrayals lol, though darker portrayals can be fun to explore too but at the moment somehow all of mine so far have been coming out quite soft…lol

-Taco for me is like that one Emperor’s New Groove scene where he pulls down the chart and is like “by all accounts it doesn’t make sense”, but it compels me though and here I am haha 

And it is fun exploring the many ways they could meet and fall in love UwU

[wowzah2nd]

The Lioness and her Serpent lover: A forbidden love story (Draco Malfoy x reader)

Forbidden Attraction

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 3.5

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Within Hogwarts many secretes and mysteries were held some solved and discovered. The castle may hold many secretes but within those wall were student holding their very own secrets. Y/N potter being one of them holding a secret that would shock not only her brother and friends but the whole school it self. What is that secret you may ask well. She was dating non-other the Slytherin prince Draco Malfoy

In the bustling halls of Hogwarts there was a girl named Y/N potter, yes you heard correctly harry potter had a sister, a twin sister to be exact. This was her third year and it was one she was very excited about. The 2nd term of last year was a surprise for Y/N since she had received a letter asking her to meet someone at the owlery at midnight this worried her but also excited her so she decided to go. Once there she had notice no one was there think she was early she stayed but as the night went on no one had arrived for 5 mins thinking someone had pulled a cruel joke on her she decided to leave but just as she made it to the exit someone else came into view. It was hard to see who it was until they came into the light emitted from your wand. It was Draco Malfoy confused and shocked you stayed silent until he decided to speak 

Draco: I’m sorry I was late no one was asleep yet so i had to sneak out 

Still in shock you remained silent waiting for him to carry on speaking 

Draco: you must be wondering why im here. Actually you probably know your pretty smart uhhh i sent you that letter and wanted to tell you something.

Finally snapping out of the feeling of shock you decided to speak 

Y/N: I won’t lie im very surprised that it’s you, i mean you and my brother hate each other id assumed you hated me too

He looked a bit surprised at that statement

Draco: I could never hate you i mean i dont have a reason to not even you being related to potter could make me hate you

Y/N: But you never really interacted with me, i even tried to talk to you once and you ignored me 

Draco: that on me sorry im not very good with people outside my own house but its a bit more harder with you 

That caused you to furrow your brows confused

Y/N: what do you mean its harder with you 

Draco stayed silent for a bit then taking a deep breathe 

Draco: well thats the reason i asked you here to night i want to confess something to you 

He paused again

draco :im actually in love with you Y/N potter…ever since i saw you in our first year i have been in love with you. From the kindness you showed me that day.

Y/N  Pov

You remember that day very vividly it was the day you were to begin your journey as a witch but also the day you saw the most beautiful grey eyes. 

You didnt rember much of that day only when you first saw him he looked smug and cocky but you didnt really care you were just focused on those eyes they were beautiful then you heard the boy speak to harry he introduced his friends crabe and goyle then finally himself finally finding who this boy was. Draco Malfoy 

He tried to befriend harry but failed due to insulting ron his new found friend which was a bad move on his part after harry rejected dracos offer professor mcgonagall had returned to usher the students to the great hall to be sorted. Before it was draco turn to be sorted you made your way to him no one really noticing since they were distracted with watching the students ahead of them being sorted

You tapped his shoulder to make him face you 

Draco: who are you? 

He asked confused at the thought someone would come up to him like that 

Y/N: Im Y/N potter 

You said with a big smile 

Draco: your related to that other potter

Y/N: yes i am, his actually my twin brother

Draco: In that case what do you want? Here to rub it into my face he said no to me

I lookd at him confused why would i do that seemed a bit rude and mean 

Y/N; no, why would i do that? Im actually wanted to say sorry about my brother being like that but you did insult his friend

Draco: And? Not my fault he was offended 

I giggled at that answer

Y/N still you could have done it alot better then insulting his friend 

Draco: oh yeah and how would you have gone about it then

Y/N: well id ask them nicely and not insult their friends like this

You first held out your hand for a hand shake then said

Y/N: would you like to be friends draco malfoy

You said with a big smile showing how genuine you were in your question 

Dracos Pov

I looked at her shocked. I knew for a fact she didn;t know who i was seeing as her brother didn’t know either. Most of the time people only wanted ot be my friends for family gain since my family is very influential in the wizrding world meaning most oh my friendships were transactional and non-genuine just people trying to social climb by being my friend. But she actually wanted to be my friend not cause my family was well known but just wanted to 

Draco: I-

I was going to answer but i was interrupted 

Magonagoll: Draco Malfoy

I made my way to the seat to be sort but before the hat was placed on my head it yelled slytherin

The slytherin table clapped i decided to look at Y/N direction seeing her happy for me and clapping as loud too.

After the ceremony i tried to talk to her again but her brother always stopped me from talking to her saying “ leave us alone” or “ leave her out of this” i never really could get near her so i decided to stop

End Flash Back

Y/N: so youve liked me ever since that day why didnt you talk to me then after that\

I said a bit angry

Draco: i could never get near you or alone your brother was always stopping me thinking i was gonna have a go at you too but i wasn’t then one day i just stopped cause i thought you didnt wanna be friends anymore cause maybe your brother said something

Y/N: draco i still wanted to be friends nothing he said changed anything all i sw was someone who wanted a friend not the bully they saw and to be hinest ive always had a crush on you but thought id never geta chance due to us being different 

Draco: you always had a chance more chances then any of the slytherin girl that try to talk to me all i ever saw was you Y/N only you

At that i smiled, blushing even this is so romantic. He walked towards be taking a hold of both of my hanf and bringing it towards his chest 

Draco: i love you and would you do me the honour of allowing me to date you and eventually maybe be my girlfriend

That made me smile so hard my cheeks hurt i let go of his hands and swang mine around his neck in pure joy and excitement 

Y/N: yes yes yes absolutely yes draco i love would love that.

And every since that day she’d be in and abnormally good mood. Over the last term draco and her had been going on date and eventually after enough of them he had finally asked her to be official which she of course she said yes.

And that brings us back to today walking though the bustling halls of hogwarts towards her next class potions excited to see her boyfriend even though they were allows to be public due to dracos family and y/ns brother they still dhows some form of affection even if it diddnt look that affectionate to other 

Walking into potions i already noticed students waiting for the class to start. Making her way towards her seat she noticed draco was already seating there waiting. Honestly harry wasnt happy about the seating plan and i wasn’t to bothered of course but was surprised that we were sat together and thought draco might have had something to do with. I giggled at the thought 

Taking my seat next to draco he greets me 

Draco: Hello Potter 

Y/N: Malfoy 

As i sat down making sure no one could see i held his hand giving it a little squeeze this was our way of saying it nice to see you 

As class started i pulled out a special book along with my quill and paper to take notes as well. What was this special book? Well it was a thoughtful gift that draco made that would allow me and him to talk with out having to exchange letter or passing notes.

Book Pov

Draco: how was your day love?

Y/N: it was pretty good but had a bit of an argument with harry in the common room again

Draco: what did the git do this time 

Y/N: he was mad that im nice to you and i argued im nice to everyone. He then tried to counter that statement by saying that you should be the exception. So i shut that down then and there

Draco: sorry to hear that love i wish i could do something about it 

Y/N: dont worry about it draco really it not your fault plus nothing he can say will make me stop loving you 

At that he turned towards you giving you a smile and you giving one back. Unbenounced to you harry saw the whole thing 

Class had finally finished and you stand up to head of of class but before leaving you decided to say bye to draco

Y/N: Bye malfoy

Draco: Bye 

It may have sounded mean to other but you know he didn't mean it to be as walk out the door to go to lunch you were pulled harshly by someone 

Y/N hey what the hell 

 You turn to look at who had just pulled you seeing that is was harry

Y/n what the hell is wrong with you that really hurt you idiot

Harry: what the hell was thay

I looked at him confused

Y/N: what  the hell was what im so confused 

Harry: you know what im talking about dont you lie to me 

Y/N: im not lying what are you on about harry 

Harry: why did you look at him like that 

Y/N: who the hell are you talking about

Harry: malfoy. Why were you looking at him like that 

I tensed up a little 

y/n: looking at him like what i just looked at him i cant really help having eyes you know 

Harry: dont play dumb i saw that way you looked at him, you smiled at him like you liked him 

Honestly does he have better things to do then monitoring my every move jeez this boy 

Y/N: harry i smiled at him cause he helped me he didnt even smile at me back 

I was really hoping he couldnt see draco smiling form his angle or else he’d know i feed him a dead lie

Harry: Still why would you do that you know his evil right 

Y/N: oh my god not this again harry you dont know him that well stop pulling theories out your ass 

Harry: yes i know that his family are death eater his dad tried to kill me second year 

Y/N that may be true but his not his dad his him 

At that i walked away he was ridiculous throwing accusations like that yes his father are those things but Draco would never

[beestriker015]

Rika x male s/o headcanons

Everyone who knows Rika and s/o would tell you that they are absolutely made for each other.

S/o’s friendly and outgoing personality pairs really well with his girlfriend’s calm and confident nature.

Rika and s/o got together in their second year at the academy when s/o transferred there after his family moved to Paldea from the Kalos region.

Having been charmed by s/o’s warm and extroverted personality, Rika immediately began subtly flirting with him every chance she got, successfully leaving the handsome young man flustered every time.

Eventually, Rika stops with the flirting and bluntly asks s/o out.

“S/o, I think you’re really awesome and I want to go out with you. What do you say babe, wanna go out on a date with me?”

He accepted, much to Rika’s delight, and the two have been together ever since.

When they both graduated from the academy, s/o smiled ear to ear when his girlfriend was offered a spot as one of Paldea’s Elite 4.

“That’s amazing! I’m so proud of you babe! Though I’m not suprised, I already knew my gal was one of the bestest trainers ever!”

Rika chuckled at her s/o’s praise, while also trying to hide the faint blush on her face.

Now, you would think that being an Elite 4 member, Rika would struggle trying to find time to spend with her s/o due to her busy schedule right?

Nope.

Rika always finds time for her boyfriend, whether it be multiple phone calls all throughout the day, or s/o coming to pay her a visit at work occasionally.

One time, Rika was in the middle of a battle when s/o showed up for a visit and began cheering her on.

“Woo! Go, Rika! You got this babe!”

After the battle, Geeta told s/o he couldn’t come to visit anymore when there is a challenger, though that isn’t to say she wasn’t mildly amused by his antics.

Being Rika’s boyfriend means that s/o is well acquainted with the other Elite 4 members.

Poppy loves s/o and views him as her big brother, much like how she has a little sister/big sister relationship with Rika.

Hassel is easily the biggest proponent of s/o and Rika’s relationship, always going on and on about how great they are together.

“You two’s love for one another is stronger than a Draco Meteor from even the mightiest dragon!”

He exclaims before bursting into happy tears as Rika and s/o deadpan at the sight.

Despite Larry’s brooding and tired nature, no one has ever seen him smile as much as he does when s/o is around.

Seriously, s/o has such an infectious personality that even the most stone-hearted person can’t help but lighten up when he’s near them.

As for Geeta, she gets along fairly well with s/o.

While she does scold him occasionally for his antics when he visits, Geeta does generally like s/o and has a small smile on her face whenever he comes to the Pokémon League to visit Rika.

Jealousy is pretty much nonexistent between Rika and s/o, as she is too secure and confident to believe that s/o would ever leave her for someone else, and s/o is too positive minded to have any jealous thoughts.

If s/o would ever be hit on by someone else, Rika would take it in stride.

She understands very well that s/o is an incredibly hot guy that a lot of people would want to be with, but would smirk pridefully to herself fully knowing that s/o is hers.

Should someone ever hit on Rika, s/o wouldn’t think too much of it, as he knows that despite her being a massive flirt, Rika would never flirt with anyone other than him.

However, if the flirting would ever get to a point where it gets uncomfortable for either of them, the other will step in and put an end to it.

When she’s not busy with her Elite 4 duties, Rika and s/o are practically connected at the hip, whether they be battling each other or are simply spending time together alone in their shared home.

Dates often involve Rika and s/o going someplace peaceful and quiet, not just as a way for Rika to unwind after a long day of battling, but also so she can have s/o all to herself without any distractions.

“I missed this babe. There’s no one around, people or pokémon. That means you and I can enjoy each other’s company for as long as we want.”

“Sounds good to me babe. As long as I get to spend time with you Rika, it doesn’t matter to me where we are.”

One thing Rika really loves about s/o, besides everything, is how much he adores her Clodsire.

There has been multiple times when Rika has caught s/o giving her Clodsire a belly rub and feeding him berries, causing her to gush at the sight every time.

“That’s so adorable s/o!”

He blushes and chuckles.

“I can’t help it Rika, I love this little guy. He baby!”

S/o exclaims while holding Clodsire like Simba from the Lion King before he gently places him back on the ground.

“I swear s/o, I think I’m falling more and more in love with you everyday.”

Rika says before getting pulled into a kiss by her boyfriend, surprising her before she sinks fully into the kiss.

They both pull away for air as s/o smiles warmly at his girlfriend.

“I love you too Rika.”

She grins and drags s/o off to the living room so they can chill and watch movies together, Clodsire watching his trainer and her boyfriend with a carefree smile on his face.

[sunshinemarauders]

Why do people babygirl-ify Death Eaters?

Hi everyone! I'm back with more of my research!

After returning to the marauders fandom to study it, I was particularly interested in why fans were drawn to characters that were canonically death eaters. I understood the obsession with Regulus Black and Draco Malfoy- they were canonically children and they canonically defied the Death Eaters, but I was curious about Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr. To my (pretty extensive) knowledge, all we know about them is that they're Death Eaters, they're Wizard Nazis. So why did I, in doing my research, keep finding people saying these two characters were their "babygirls"? It concerned both me and my professor, who thought it indicated a bigger problem within fandom as a whole. The ability to think that making a character queer erases them of their ties to the Death Eaters is, in my opinion, dangerous. How will this be played out in the real world? Will we see actual Nazis, or actual terrorists, or actual war criminals be called babygirls?

This is a short summary of why people said they think people "babygirl-ify" Rosekiller (Evan Rosier and Barty Crouch Jr.) from my research. As always, if you have any questions or if you want to chat about any of this, reach out to me! My asks are open

Because its fun

I truly think it has less to do with their evilness, and more to do with what we have in canon. We know characters Draco Malfoy, we know what they're like, what they've done. Then, we see something 'uncharacteristic' and it stands out, like a literary uncanny valley. It stands out, and if someone was to try, I know I'd just swipe past it. However, when you compare them to "empty vessel" name-only characters, because we don't have many fully-fleshed out evil characters in the material, it's easy to slap a babygirl sticker all over him, and be like oh its my headcanon. A popular character, with facts and details about them, will stand out when you make a new headcanon that doesn't fit inside what we know about HP. I think characters like Barty, Evan, and even Regulus, are ragdolled around and basically original by the time nearly anyone writes them. This isn't a condemnation! Just how I understand it.

People started to realize that Regulus was an interesting character himself, rather than him being a bratty younger sibling to Sirius. Therefore he had to have friends, so we started to see a surge in Evan and Barty. In the early Reggie appreciation era (early 2022) we saw quite a bit of Bartylus, but that has died down as people like to think of Jegulus as their endgame now. I also think that fanfiction greatly shapes the minds of the fandom, especially well written popular ones. The first and most prominent one that Rosekiller character appears in is Just Lovers (like we were supposed to be) on ao3 by bizarrestars. Here, they are playful and sarcastic best friends of Reggie who help him through his lil emotions. Everyone loved them so much that the zar (the author) gave us their own lil intermission of it.

Because it's fun! I really don't think it's deeper than that. People started liking Regulus and then they decided that his friends could be nice too, and then they decided that his friends could be queer or even dating each other and they could be babygirls and who cares it's just fun. I'm not a big Rosekiller shipper and I'm more of a Wolfstar girl lately (but that's just because most of the Jegulus fics are sooo poor quatlity, like yes I know that Regulus is mean, but if you make him an absolute ass with no redeaming qualites I'm not gonna want them to get together) so I might not have the most insight on this, but I don't really with there's a deeper reasoning here other than the fact that it's fun.i guess because people just wanted to see them as "normal teenagers" like the marauders, like to remember that before they became death eaters they were boys as well doing stupid things and getting in trouble like everyone else did, and also because they fit well into regulus' potential circle of friends, idk i like the idea that the three of them (evan, barty and reg) were friends in school and then they took different paths where regulus "got" his redemption arc and the others just went insane following voldemort's ideals, i guess i just love angst and it would be a tragic story of how their friendship ended tbh

For a long time we had very few Slytherin students in the Marauders era, and whether we like it or not Slytherin is the most popular house of Harry Potter, people love characters with tragic pasts and dubious morality and also they are characters with very poor description and easy to shape in their personal desire, I don't think that's wrong, but I have no interest in them as characters, to me they're just irrelevent, occasionally appearing in my ideas for fanfics I'll never write, usually as future death eaters

i think the current fandom is less inclined to read/write self-insert fics or OCs, and evan and barty are essentially blank slates that authors can overlay whatever personality they want to that will help fill out their story. also, it’s fun to add characters to the slytherin house during years we don’t know much about. also x2, most fics aren’t writing about them killing people and enjoying it. i don’t think the fact that they were death eaters is the reason people are babygirl-ifying them or wanting to ship them.

this is a very interesting question, and i haven’t thought about it in these terms. personally, as i mentioned briefly in the last question, i hate babygirl-ification in general. i don’t like the way that it infantilizes men, and despite the fact that in this case they’re fictional, i’ve seen it happen with real people several times (dan and phil, crankgameplays, even markiplier a little bit). it has very weird connotations and i just don’t vibe with it at all. he’s not your softboy cinnamon roll babygirl, he’s a man in his 20s. it’s just odd to me, and i’m FTM transgender, so i’ve seen it happen to trans men too and it just feels gross to me. like i’m not softboy cinnamon roll i’m just. a guy. i am literally just a guy. but like in general i hate the concept of babygirl-ifying anyone, as for it being characters without a redemption arc, i think it’s because they got popular in a fic where they were never evil in the first place. i could be wrong, but from what i noticed barty and evan only became liked characters in Just Lovers, which is a no-voldemort AU, meaning they were never death eaters. and they were given nicer roles in the story to serve the plot and further regulus’ character development. like they only got a better reputation because the author needed them to for the plot and they were in a setting where that made sense, and ever since then they’ve been big characters. like i don’t think it’s necessarily about them in canon at all. i think people liked who they were in that one story and it just kind of exploded from there and now they’re being written with redemption arcs in other works too. and really, i don’t see anything wrong with that. i will say i am Not A Fan of those AUs where someone joins the death eaters to save someone else, like james joining for reg, i refuse to touch them. that’s icky to me. but yeah idk. i don’t like babygirl on the whole, i think it’s gross and infantilizing and weird, but as for why these characters are getting that treatment, i think it’s literally just because of a fic they read where they were interesting characters and weren’t morally reprehensible and it’s snowballed from there.

[fantisyoflove]

So You Wanna Play With Magic - Part 16

WC: 5,340

‘Single Savior’

The paper posts a rather odd angled photo of Harry shaking Draco’s hand at the engagement party.

‘... for someone who was the savior of our world, it shocks this writer that famous Harry Potter can't seem to find a date to “ex - girlfriends” engagement party. I guess fame isn't everything.”

Harry lights the paper on fire and watches it burn slowly.

[]

You are sobbing into your hands. Preacher has been trapped under the fallen stone for hours now. Bugs and Slim have stopped talking. It's too quiet in this tomb.

You try thinking but everything you can come up with involves magic. If you use it it might make the whole thing topple down. There has to be a better way.

[]

Draco jumps as he hears your voice echoing in his head, ‘Draco? Draco, can you hear me?’ You call to him.

He grabs on to the bond the best he can and shouts back, ‘Tell me where you are.’ He hopes his tone comes across as serious as he meant it to.

He told Harry what happened when he and Hermione returned from the Ministry.

So the only thing left to do was go home then. Harry promised he would stop by more often, he just didn’t want to impose.

“Please, Harry, if you can get him to sleep you will always be welcome.”

Harry chuckled, “Actually it was Draco.”

[]

Day Nine

They have managed to get Preacher out!

He is in rough shape but otherwise the muggle healers say he should pull through!

It is a huge relief to you.

After a war it took awhile before you stopped assuming anyone was dead. Someone was late? Your first thought was they were gone, kidnapped, would you find a body? But no, they were just held up at check in. Someone doesn't respond to your owl for a few days? Must mean they are dead now. Nope, just busy.

It takes time for your brain to understand that every moment is not surrounded by death anymore. Preacher would have been the first person you knew to die since the war ended. Thankfully he didn’t break your streak of people living.

“Alright ma’am,” calls Bugs “I’m sorry but it will be one more day… Hopefully tomorrow we are able to get enough moved so you can wiggle through.”

You thank him and Slim. They tell you the crate has some food for the night and an extra blanket. You thank them again and carefully pull it through. They wait until you tell them you got it, in case more of the stones fall, and then head top side for the night.

Someone forgot to put out a torch along the wall and it casts warm yellow shadows into the room. You watch them dance as you eat.

‘Tell me where you are.’

You are startled, that was the loudest you have ever heard Draco in your mind. It was like he was sitting right next to you. You could feel the glare he would have given you if he could.

‘I’m safe.’

[]

Draco had fallen asleep on the couch.

Harry cleaned up around him quietly. They spent the day with Hermione since Ron was back to work now. Hugo thankfully seemed to have settled in and wasn't nearly as ornery anymore.

They stayed for dinner, Ron joined halfway through with no more news about you from his department.

Draco rocked the beer bottle he was holding on its edge and let it swirl around in a circle while he stared at it.

“I think she’s okay. I just have to know.” He said finally. “This bond would tell me if she had passed or was actually hurt, wouldn't it?”

Harry nodded and squeezed Draco’s arm affectionately.

Hermione shifted in her seat, she was still uncomfortable with the whole bond and magical marriage. It had been made highly illegal and parties found to have a bond or have facilitated the bonding ceremony were sent to Azkaban. The knowledge that there was more than just Draco and you out there also didn't sit well with her. She did her best to focus on what she could, exposing anyone else with the bond might expose you and Draco as well. She could see how it wasn’t any of your faults, having been only babies at the time, but the magic it created was strange. Unknown to those without it and stronger when the pair were together. It's no wonder Voldemort did it, he created a whole generation of children who would be stronger than their parents ever were. Each generation of the bond increases the strength of it. Since your whole family had had their marriages arranged and from all documented accounts so had Draco’s, you both had the chance of a very powerful union.

Hermione snuggled her son closer to her chest. She couldn’t imagine putting him through all that.

Harry went over and gave Draco a little shake. He startled awake but was calming down quicker after the fact. Hermione paused in the doorway to the kitchen to watch as Harry took Draco’s hand in his, his thumb brushing along Draco’s wrist and with the other hand shook his shoulder. Draco tried to bolt right off the couch but Harry held him there. He muttered to him something Hermione couldn’t hear and kept rubbing lazy circles on his wrist.

She quickly escaped to the kitchen when she noticed the two breaking apart again.

[]

Back at Harry’s Draco was lingering by the front door.

“What's the matter?”

“You don't have to pretend for me. I know I should probably get out of your hair. I have overstayed my welcome.”

Harry gave him a look, “Draco, you are family now. Stay as long as you want. She will come here after this mission and will expect you to be here.”

“You could just tell me when she gets back.”

Harry took a tentative step closer and reached out his hand. Draco stared at it for a long time before sighing dramatically and taking it in his.

“She would want you here… and so do I.”

If Harry hadn’t been holding onto Draco’s hand he would have fallen a step back. Nobody wanted him. Nobody chose him.

“Come on, it's late, let's go to bed.”

Harry let Draco’s hand drop and went upstairs. He found that Draco listened better when he left him for a moment to think on it.

Harry came out of the bathroom and Draco was standing in the hallway in front of the spare room.

“She’ll be okay?” He whispered.

Harry gave him a soft smile, “Yea.” He whispered back and went to his room.

Draco stood there for a moment looking between the two rooms before turning and going to his own bed.

[]

‘I'm safe’ he hears echoing in his head. He reaches for you but you aren't actually there. He tries to pull the blankets up into his arms but it's not the same. One night with you and he craves your warmth.

He never knew how good it could feel to hold someone close. To breathe them in and feel their heartbeat so close to his own.

He glanced at the doorway. Setting his jaw he turned over in the bed stubbornly and tried to get comfortable.

An hour trickled by and his head hurt, his eyes burned, and his heart ached.

He got up and tiptoed into Harry's room.

He stood at the foot of the bed and just watched as Harry slept. He contemplated just getting into bed with him to avoid waking him but he thought better of it in case Potter didn't want him there.

He held his wand just in case. He reached to shake Harry's shoulder but a dark hand snatched his wrist. Harry pulled him closer to his face, squinting.

“Draco?”

“Yea,” he felt the air whoosh out of his lungs. “Can I sleep here?” His voice cracked at the end.

Harry let him go and pulled the blanket back.

Draco hesitated then walked around to the empty side of the bed.

Harry couldn't see him but he felt the bed dip and smirked to himself before settling back in.

Draco laid on his back keeping his arms and legs straight. Harry was already half asleep.

Draco felt better just being in the same room as someone else it seemed. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep.

[]

Day ten

It's early when the stones start to shake. They are tumbling down as the pile grows smaller and smaller.

Finally the side is open and you run to it.

“Hold up ma'am. Just a moment more.”

“You spend a week in this forsaken room and try and wait a moment more!” You snap but step back and let them move a few more stones.

Finally two men are visible. One holds his hand out to you and you let him help you out.

“Thank you!” You call before sprinting to the opening. You run past everyone tears pricking your eyes. You burst out into the early morning sun and fall to your knees. Rolling onto your back you stare at the beautiful sky!

“Y/n!” Someone calls and you hear several feet scuffing in the hard packed sand.

You have your eyes closed but the sunlight is blocked out as your friends and co workers circle around you.

“What day is it?”

There is a quiet shuffling and someone from the back calls, “March 2nd!”

March! You squeeze your eyes tight.

“Did anyone send word to ha.. Draco for me?”

More silence.

“Didn't you write to ‘im after Bill arrived?” Fleur asked.

“Well… no I let Dean go before me.” You lift a hand to your eyes and then try to sit up. Someone comes behind you and lifts you up by your armpits.

“Careful I am pretty stinky. A scrougify only does so much.”

The team dispersed and you head to the tent to shower and finally change clothes.

You feel so much better after you cleaned up and drank a full jug of water in the process too.

“Y/n, I need to debrief you and everyone about the collapse. We have to figure out what caused it.”

“Okay, let me just send an owl quick…”

“No! Now!” She snaps and stomps out of the tent.

You groan but follow to another tent that is for meeting and storing documents and unsorted items.

You sit down next to Dean. He leans into your shoulder, “glad to have you back!”

“Glad to be back! Hey what happened to the American, Preacher?”

Dean opened his mouth but your supervisor called for silence.

“Attention, now that y/n is finally out of the tunnel we need a full account of what led to the collapse.” she gave you an expecting look.

“I'm not too sure. Bill was able to get the staff in place. It held fine. It was on the other side of the room from the tunnel. Bill left and I felt a shudder and the tunnel collapsed.”

She nodded then turned to Bill, “next.”

“I had just left the tunnel opening. I didn't have anything with me. And nobody was in the other room.”

Bill didn't work directly with your boss, he was more often at Gringotts than anywhere else. You however spent many long days with this woman. Her face had a tell, a small tick in her jaw when she didn't trust something… or someone.

“Bill wouldn't have either,” you butt in “he is always so careful. His record is spotless.”

She purses her lips but moves on. “Dean?”

Everyone gave an account of where they were and what they were doing at the time.

You zoned out at that point.

Ten days.

Ten whole days.

Your hands twitched by your sides. You never liked sitting still for long.

…..

‘You must have been about 4 when your governess started locking you in the closet. She didn't like when you climbed on the furniture and tried jumping off. You had so much energy as a child. She wasn't allowed to hit you yet per your mother's request but honestly you would prefer it. She would lock you away for hours at a time. “You won't mind then you won't do anything” she would snarl in your face.’

You can still feel the spit flying from her mouth and landing on your face when you remember her.

…..

It was dark when she finally let everyone go to bed. You thought about sending an owl now but the camp owl was gone for the evening. You reached down the bond instead. “Everything is fine!”

[]

Draco woke up to the sound of snoring in his ear.

‘Y/n doesn't snore.’ he thought. He was too warm but also too comfortable to pull away.

The mass beneath him shifted and he cracked an open to see nothing but jet black hair. He tried to move just to get the hair to stop tickling his nose. He was becoming more aware of which parts were his and which were Harry’s.

He was mostly on top, Harry was tucked under his chest. He mumbled something and nuzzled his face into Draco’s shoulder. Draco tried not to react but his body stiffened up. He wasn’t trying to wake Harry just now but he had to get up. He had a problem .. rising.

Not because he was bent for Harry!

No!

Because it was morning and he had to use the loo.

Draco tried to slip away but Harry’s arm tightened against his back. He froze and tried to breathe evenly. Harry hooked his leg over Draco’s and pulled his thigh closer to his hard length.

Draco pulled away fast.

Harry jolted awake too, his hand going for his wand but only holding it in his hand. “Draco?”

“Harry?”

Harry took a breath, “Sorry, I still struggle with being … woken.” He said, twisting his wand in his lap. “It doesn’t help,” He added as he reached back for his glasses, “that I can't see.” He gave a half-hearted chuckle.

Draco just nodded, he held the blankets over his lap. “Sorry I don’t know how to help with that.”

“It will get better once I get used to you. I am used to y/n, I think it's her smell.”

Draco raises an eyebrow questioningly, “Her… smell?”

Harry smiled down at his wand, not looking at Draco. “Yea, sometimes I smell her in my dreams. It's very calming, don't you think?”

Draco tries to remember what you smell like but nothing comes to mind. He didn't remember. He couldn’t recall. Draco stood suddenly and stomped out of the room.

Harry sat there and tried to think of how he could have offended Draco this time.

[]

Day eleven

You woke up on your cot, your legs tangled in the blanket you had kicked down. You tried to untangle yourself when you thumped down to the ground. You groan and finish kicking the blanket off.

“Y/n?”

“Fine, just fell.”

“Well don't do that.”

“I didn't do it on purpose!”

Dean helped pull you up to your feet. You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“The owl is back if you want to send that letter.”

“Thanks, did Seamus write back?”

“Yea, he isn’t too pleased this is taking so long. You know how he gets.”

“You think if he lived somewhere … sunnier it would help?” You tease.

“I don’t think I could ever get him to leave Ireland. After his mother passed he doesn’t like to travel much.”

You nod and give him a hug. “Few more days.”

You pen a note for Draco and Harry separately.

The ministry man standing by it holds out his hand for your letters. He reads each separately before handing them back to you. “No.”

You give him a puzzled look, “No?”

“Yea, no.” He flicked back open his newspaper.

“What do you mean, no?”

“This dig has become confidential and no information may leave.”

“How am I supposed to explain why I have been gone for so long.”

“Not my problem.” He shook the paper out again and crossed his ankle over his knee.

You snarled and held out the papers in front of you and wordlessly lit them both on fire.

The man didn’t even look up from his reading.

You stomped off to your tent and rewrote the notes. Significantly shorter and with no details.

You came back to the owl man and presented the new notes.

“And who are these too?” He asked, still reading them. You only ever used initials in your notes.

“Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter.”

The owl man raised his eyebrows, “Friends in high places.” He set the notes on his knee and picked up a clipboard from the ground. He flipped the first page over and then tossed the whole thing back down.

“Not on the list.” He said and handed you back the notes.

“What list!?” You throw your hands up exasperated.

“Rakepick’s orders.” He goes back to his paper.

You aren’t proud of this but your temper has always been a bit of a problem. You grabbed the top of his newspaper and turned the whole thing to dust in his hands. You brushed the remaining dust off your hands right into his face and then stomped off, again.

[]

Draco had gone back to his room and was pacing back and forth. He was struggling with the thought that Harry knew you. He knew you knew you! He was able to recall what you smelled like. He called on that memory to soothe himself.

You had told Draco that you and Harry saw other people even when you were together but he is starting to get the feeling that only you were doing that.

He had a thought and stomped back into Harry’s room.

“Who were the others?”

Harry was in the middle of changing and had just pulled up his trousers.

“These other people you were supposedly seeing when y/n was gone?”

Harry was caught off guard, “Oh, umm well. Nobody you would know. But there hasn’t been anyone for a while.”

“How long.”

“A few years or so… Why?”

Draco crossed his arms and glared down his nose at Harry.

Harry squared his jaw and stared back. This hot and cold thing Draco did was throwing him for a loop.

“What about the people she was seeing?”

“I never met them. We kept it separate.”

“And that worked?”

“For us, yea.” Harry sat back down on the bed hoping it would help dissipate Draco's temper.

“Were they people she met on these missions?”

“I don't know Malfoy. She and I didn't discuss details. Besides, you would know if there was someone else.”

Draco glared at Harry. He took a few steps to pace then stopped and looked at him again.

“I am starting to think there was never anyone else.”

Harry waited patiently, something told him he had to let Draco come to his own conclusions sometimes. It wouldn't help to race him to the finish line.

The minutes stretched on and Draco was pacing again. Harry just watched him walk back and forth, he yawned and rubbed at his eyes under his glasses. When he readjusted them to sit on his face nice Draco was staring at him.

“I think there were long stretches of time where I didn’t feel anything from her. And like you said sometimes she would be gone for up to a month. I think you both downplay your relationship to each other.”

Harry thought about it, you both never specifically said you had stopped seeing other people. Harry had just stopped one day… Nothing special made him decide. Another terrible date, another crazy ‘fan’. He just didn’t want to tell you you had to stop or make you feel like you should.

“It isn’t fun trying to date when you're me.” Harry said with a half laugh.

Draco stopped pacing and stood in front of Harry, arms folded over his chest.

Harry had the idea that if he just pulled Draco closer he would let him but he kept his hands to himself. Darn you for putting these thoughts into his head. He would have never! Well maybe that wasn't true, he might have, given the right circumstances. You are the one who rushed these new feelings to him. Draco was fit.

“Do you love her?”

Harry had to stifle a laugh, of course he loved you! Looking at Draco though he probably didn’t give his love out as freely as Harry did. Draco probably had come to accept that he wouldn't be allowed to love anyone else.

“Yes.”

“Good. Let's go get her then!” He said finally and stomped out of the room.

He was just in the hallway when a sharp pain hit his chest, he gasped as his body flinched forward.

He saw you. He saw you on the ground, blankets tangled around your legs. Dean came in and picked you up off the floor. You smiled at him, Draco melted at the sight, he missed your smile. Then you pulled Dean closer and kissed his cheek. He sees you and Dean chatting but he can’t hear anything.

The image is gone faster than he is ready for it to be.

In the hall Harry is patting his face trying to get his attention.

“...Draco! Hey look at me. Draco!”

Draco gives him a little push away from him. “I saw her!”

“What?”

“Y/n! I saw her kissing Dean.”

Harry blinked rapidly and shook his head. “How sure are we that what you see is real?”

Draco sighed, “Not like that, Potter. He kissed his cheek. She was in a tent.” Draco tried to pull the image back and take in every detail. “She was in a tan tent with cots. There were other people sleeping around her. The ground looked like packed sand.”

“If Dean is with her we can at least try and find his location.”

“My thoughts exactly!” Draco gives Harry’s arm a squeeze and runs to his room to change.

[]

“Pat!” You call and shove back the tent flap. “Pat?”

Your supervisor is leaning over a table reading over yesterday’s reports.

“Y/l/n?”

“I need you to authorize a letter home for me.”

“Are they someone in your contact list?”

“What?!”

She closes her eyes and takes a breath, “Y/n, you have to have them approved prior to missions. You get one person to list to contact.”

“That’s never been an issue before!”

“We haven’t worked on a case like this before.”

You open your mouth to speak again but she holds up her hand. “Enough. This is above my head. I can't do anything for you.” She finally looks up at you. “I’m sorry, y/n.”

You head out of the tent and go to find Dean again.

[]

Dean is in the tomb working when you find him.

“Dean,”

“Alright, y/n?”

“Yea, fine, hey can you do me a favor.”

You ask Dean to send a note to Seamus to get in touch with Draco and Harry for you. He is more than happy to help.

“I’m sorry they aren't letting you contact them. We haven’t had a case like this in years! When we get back I can help you put in the paperwork to put Draco on the list. It might take awhile… because.. Well because…” Dean coughs

“Because he used to be a Death Eater?”

Dean nodded and wouldn't meet your eye.

“Dean, it's fine,” You touch his arm. “I know what he was. He isn’t like that anymore though. He has changed so much since then.”

Dean gives you a weak smile and nods. Dean has always been your friend, Seamus too, they just want what's best for you.

“But!” He says with new excitement. “Since you are engaged, after the wedding they will have to let you contact him. Some old law they have about spouses. Bet they never thought people like us would benefit from their backwards rules.” You have to smile at that.

Dean was able to get the letter through the ministry guy, you hid in the tents in case he was still cross about the newspaper incident.

Dean came back to let you know that it was sent without issue.

Feeling much better you went to get your next assignment.

[]

Draco and Harry were turned away again from the Ministry. They were much nicer this time because Harry was there but they still wouldn’t tell them anything.

“Top secret? What on Earth could she be doing!?” Draco was fumming.

Harry sighed and pulled Draco away from the muggle phone box and led him down to a spot they could apparate.

They were sitting down for lunch when there was a knock at the door.

Harry drew his wand and held it in his hand as he answered.

“Morning Harry!” A cheery voiced greeted.

“Seamus!” Harry threw open the door and pulled the man in for a hug.

Draco had been standing just a few steps behind Harry.

“Whatcher self there. Got a bit ‘o nosh wit me.” He took a step back and held the bags up as if to prove it. “Blimy! Malfoys ‘ere too. Brilliant. Figured I'd have one ‘ell of a time findin’ ‘em on me own.”

Harry was beaming and poor Draco looked so confused. He remembered how your accent used to sound so similar to the Irishman before him. Thankfully one of you learned to speak proper English. Draco then scolded himself for such a thought. He wasn't trying to be a dickhead. He gave himself a shake and followed Harry and Seamus to the kitchen.

Seamus busied himself with taking out several Tupperware containers from his bags.

“I gotcha some tings. You know how I get when he's gone.”

“Yea… hey thanks for coming over and thanks for all this!” Harry had to gesture to the whole kitchen since Seamus had covered every surface with tubs and plates of various things.

Draco picked up a container and checked inside. Blueberry scones. In another one cookies. A plate with a whole cheesecake.

“Seamus bakes.” Harry said

“I see.” Draco said, mildly impressed. The last thing he knew about their guest was he was particularly good at pyrotechnics. Baking seemed like an odd leap.

“He's opened up his own bakery and everything.”

Seamus blushed and turned to busy himself with folding the bags, “s'nothing”

“It's bloody brilliant! Don't sell yourself short.” Harry insisted and touched Seamus's shoulder. Seamus looked up at him with a warm smile.

Draco watched the whole exchange curiously. Seamus and Dean were the first openly gay couple Draco had ever known. His father made his opinions about homosexuals VERY apparent.

Draco used to think he held the same feelings… but he had thought that about a lot of things.

Still, the exchange between Harry and Seamus was different than say Dean and Harry or Ron and Seamus. Draco couldn't put his finger on it quite yet.

They sat around the table and tucked into some of the pastries Seamus brought.

“Oh, right, sorry. The whole reason I came by…” Seamus stood and started rummaging through his pockets. He patted himself down and looked around lost. Then he snapped his fingers and walked back to the front door where he left his jacket.

“It's for you.” He set a piece of parchment in front of Draco. Harry leaned in to read it too.

‘Love, Remember Lightning? Remember the summer of 1993

Dragon. Your girl is good. Tell the dragon to try harder. Time is unknown. Please tell the bat. Bring snacks.

I'll see you when I can. Don't burn down the kitchen please.

Love you Dean’

“Has he had a stroke?” Draco asked after reading it four times over.

Harry and Seamus exchanged a look and laughed together.

“S'code.”

“Dean made up codes during the war and he specializes in them at work. When they go on missions they sometimes have their letters read before they are sent. They can't say a lot of things.” Harry explained.

“See when we talked about Harry we would say ‘lighting has struck’. Lightning must be Harry, Dean is a stickler for punctuation,” Seamus said tapping the end of the second sentence. “So he's not asking, he's telling you Harry.”

Harry screwed up his face, “The summer of 1993 … we were 13. Going into 3rd year. Sirius was wanted and had just escaped Azkaban.” Harry thought aloud, Draco flinched.

“Remember Ron at the leaky telling anyone who would listen about their trip that year.” Seamus chuckled. Harry groaned. “Oh yea.”

Draco's eyes lit up, “She's in Egypt then?”

Harry squinted at the note then his eyes widened. “Yea that's probably it, and you are the dragon.”

“She said we couldn't call you ferret anymore.” Seamus said with a laugh.

Draco scrunched his nose but went back to the note. He figured you meant for him to try harder at using the bond. Possibly. And the bat had to be Severus. He hadn't even thought about contacting Snape and letting him know that you were gone. He didn't even know how often you visited him or that you brought him food apparently.

“So if you're lightning and he's dragon. Who is the bat?” Seamus asked.

Harry touched Seamus’ forearm and leaned in closer to him. “Hey Seamus thanks for passing along the message. Do you mind if we keep this? Maybe puzzle it out a bit.”

Seamus was looking into Harry's eyes, searching. Draco saw it then, the separate connection. Harry and Seamus used to be together.

“Yea, yea sorry Harry. Just got caught up in the excitement I guess. That's your private business. Can I… Can I just have the bottom part? I'm pretty sure that part is for me.” A soft blush spread across his cheeks and he leaned in a little closer so his shoulder brushed on Harry's.

“O'course.” Harry used his wand and cut the bottom half cleanly away and handed it to Seamus.

“‘M just gunna wash up and I'll get outta your hair.”

Harry gave his arm another squeeze before Seamus left.

Draco looked pointedly at Harry, when he met his eye he flicked his eyes to where Seamus just was and then back at Harry. “Thought you said it wasn't anyone I knew?”

Harry gave him a startled look, “Seamus was a long time ago. Back at Hogwarts. I didn't think you meant that. What, you jealous Malfoy?”

“No! I just thought …” Draco began but then stopped with a scowl and folded his arms.

“Seamus knew, he's said he's known since he was a kid. He has an eye for it, if you are gay. He had a way of bringing it up so you kind of figured it out yourself. He was patient and kind and just the person I needed then. We are good friends now.”

Draco bristled, he did not want to be here right now.

Seamus came back and gave Draco an odd look that he couldn't name. Was this it? Was he trying to decide? Did he know!

Draco suddenly had a darker thought, one that wasn't his, but his fathers. ‘What is there to know, Draco?’ His fathers voice still haunted him sometimes.

“Well I best be heading off.” Seamus said as he came back into the kitchen. Harry pulled him into a hug. They walked him to the door.

“Hey let me know if you need any messages passed along. I guess they are only letting people owl their main contact. We told y/n she should list somebody but she didn't want to bother with it. Never thought she would be on such a high profile case she did.” Seamus ducked his head and gave a wave before disapperating from the step.

[feltwrong]

me: okay, I'm going to buckle down and work on this IW fix-it now

creative brain: wouldn't it be funny if Draco Malfoy was just minding his own business sometime after the war and someone who was on the other side got drunk and decided to start yelling at him about Dumbledore's canonically dubious decision-making?

me: yeah that would be pretty funny

me: anyway, the biggest problem with the IW fix-it is the story structure. Some of these reveals need to come before the big fight, or else the story is going to be like 60% dénouement

creative brain: you know those stories where people get a soulmark or a creature inheritance or something like that exactly on their birthdays? I think that's kind of messed up. It should work more like puberty, where you have a general idea of how old you'll probably be when various things happen but the exact day is a surprise

creative brain: and also, in a world like that you could find out that you had your birthday wrong all along

me: huh, and the exact dates of certain characters' birthdays are plot relevant, so what would it mean if they had it wrong?

me: anyway, I can't tell if the characterization is working in this IW fix-it

me: god those election results sucked. I'm worried about where exactly the line is between working within the system and collaborating with fascists

creative brain: you know, I can think of a fictional character who crossed that line

me: yeah, at this point it's not too hard to imagine what was going on in her head

me: anyway, I'm having trouble keeping some of the dialog interesting in this IW fix-it

creative brain: you know, if you wrote a fic where the youngest Weasley sibling was trans, you could call it "The Seventh Son"

creative brain: actually what if you wrote a whole series with a separate story for each sibling

me: argh

I want so badly to finally finish writing my Infinity War fix-it, so why does my creative brain insist on only coming up with ideas for HP one-shots?

[lazywonderlvnd]

been thinking a lot abt when harry says to ginny at the end of hbp that being with her has been like “something out of someone else’s life” and how weirdly soulful and romantic that is. so here’s some of that harry and draco being in love with him

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rating: pg-13 word count: ~1.7k pairing: harry/draco

Rain has drummed ceaselessly against the flimsy roof of their tent for the last two hours. Sometimes softly, sometimes with the sort of ferocity that suggests the world is ending. Harry likes the latter kind.

“It’s romantic,” he’d said, with a joint between his fingers.

It’s a one-person Muggle tent, comically small and Charmed not to leak. This Harry had agreed to only when the first apocalyptic crash of summer thunder rattled the ground and Draco threatened to leave if he felt even one drop of water.

Privately, however, he’s come to decide Harry was right, as he so often is in these matters. He isn’t romantic like Draco’s first boyfriend after Hogwarts, who’d taken him on expensive dates and brought him flowers at work, who’d whisked him away to Paris for his birthday and brought him breakfast in bed at weekends and any of a hundred other things which technically made him a terribly lovely and very romantic partner, just … not like Harry. Harry is not so much romantic in practice as he is an insufferable romantic by nature.

Harry likes rain and thunderstorms and cloudy days and foggy nights. He likes kissing Draco in the morning before they’ve brushed their teeth and he likes living in a small flat with a hundred plants and big windows that he always keeps open.

He likes sharing things. Clothes, food, thoughts, furniture. Secrets.

And he makes Draco sleep in Muggle tents in the middle of thunderstorms, gets stoned and says things like “I love you like I love the rain” right before fucking him.

Afterwards he stretches out on his back with his shirt off and sweat drying on his bony chest, arms behind his head, covered in all those stupid, mostly meaningless flash tattoos Draco secretly likes only for the fact that they’re bizarre little pictures on Harry’s skin that speak to his personality. His glasses lay next to their air mattress and his hair is in disarray. Off to the side is a Muggle radio playing soft guitar music and the smell of rain is pervasive and all-consuming. He can taste it every time he draws breath. 

Harry says, “Find us another joint,” and smirks when Draco glares but does it anyway, because he likes placing it carefully between Harry’s lips while Harry watches him with his unfathomable green eyes and then sparking it for him the Muggle way, using Harry’s charmingly crude lighter that has a peeling picture of a cartoon woman on the front with a large head, a very short red dress and a matching red garter around one exposed thigh. 

“Tell me something,” says Harry. He does this sometimes. At first it had taken Draco off guard, made him uncomfortable, being put on the spot like that. 

“What do you mean?” he’d asked, to which Harry had replied, “Just tell me something. Whatever you want.” And so Draco had told him about the properties of moonstone, because that was the first thing that popped into his head, and Harry laid there and listened like nothing in the world could have interested him more. The next time Draco explained his theory concerning Patronuses and Dark Marks and the time after that he told Harry about how he’d run away from home for a whole day the summer before second year.

In return Harry told him about his favourite music and anecdotes from nights out with his friends and how he’d been abused as a child and what it felt like to die. 

“Go on,” he prompts when Draco remains silent. He breathes smoke out through his nostrils and offers the joint to Draco, who declines. Rain beats rhythmically against the thin polyester surrounding them. The song on the radio changes. He recognises it as one of Harry’s favourites, by an American with a funny voice and two first names. 

“Hm,” Draco hums. He crosses his legs and his knee presses against Harry’s hip. Harry puts an absent-minded hand on his calf. “You first.”

Harry grins. “Alright,” he says, and after contemplating a minute, “have I ever told you about Valerie?”

“Who?”

“Right. So, Valerie was a girl I went to primary school with.” Perhaps because of Draco’s blank look, he then clarifies, “Muggle school, before Hogwarts. Anyway I had a crush on her in year five, but because of Dudley it was sort of, like, risky for anyone to be friends with me, you know, ‘cause he and his mates always beat me up and they’d do the same to anyone they thought was being chummy with me. And I was really awkward anyway, not like I could’ve talked to her even if I hadn’t been a pariah.” He hits the joint again and Draco frowns at him but says nothing, because Harry has made it clear he’s perfectly aware how sick and twisted his childhood was, and he doesn’t need Draco to tell him. “Kids at my school started ‘dating’ each other that year,” he says, holding the joint between his lips to make air quotes. “It wasn’t real, just hanging out at break and holding hands or whatever, you know how kids are. But Valerie was going out with one of Dudley’s mates.”

“Sounds like a bint with bad taste.”

“Nah,” says Harry, smirking. “I don’t think she really liked him.”

“A social-climbing bint with bad taste.”

“Will you shut it,” Harry laughs. The corners of his eyes crinkle endearingly and he squeezes Draco’s leg. “There was this one time they cornered me when she was there. I said something to Dudley — can’t remember what it was — but she laughed. I do remember really vividly the way her hands flew to her mouth, like she couldn’t believe she’d done it.”

“Must’ve been devastatingly witty,” Draco comments.

“You know me so well.”

“Mm.” He reaches forward and moves aside some hair hanging in front of Harry’s eyes. “Comedy king. Continue.”

“They had me cornered so I couldn’t just outrun them like I usually would have. Daniel, the kid she was dating, he got in a couple good punches before they were calling us back inside. Broke my glasses for the fifteenth time, I had to retape them. Later on that day, though, I passed her in the hallway and she smiled at me and told me she was sorry she didn’t do anything, and she hoped I was alright.” A nostalgic look passes over his face that inspires a paradox of feelings in Draco: absurd jealousy for Harry’s affections — even in memory — being directed towards anyone but him, and a great swell of tenderness. It seems incredible that somebody with so many horrors in their past can be so soft. “I used to think maybe things would be different in secondary because Dudley was going to a different school than me, but then obviously I went to Hogwarts, so.” He shrugs. 

“Did you ever see her again?” Draco asks. Outside the tent, there’s a low, threatening roll of thunder. “After you left primary, I mean?”

“Nope.” One last hit and then Harry’s stubbing it out in his little plastic ashtray. “Be interesting to see what she’s doing now, I s’pose.”

“No lingering one-that-got-away regrets?”

At this, Harry bursts into laughter. “I don’t think so, no. But I’ll let you know if something comes up.”

“You’re cute,” says Draco, grinning down at him. 

“Shut up.” Harry lifts his head off the pillow and Draco recognises the gesture, leaning down to kiss him. “Your turn.”

“Right. Let’s see.” He searches his head for something he’s not already divulged, which at this point isn’t much. Harry has gotten out of him in six months of dating more than his parents or any of his friends had done in almost thirty years. His mind jumps from one topic to another, playing word association until he thinks of his old house-elf, whom he now knows had died in Harry’s arms. “Dobby used to play hide-and-seek with me.”

Harry blinks at him. “What?”

“We played hide-and-seek,” Draco repeats, smiling. Dobby is a bit of a sore subject — he supposes he’ll always feel a little guilty for the way they treated him — so it’s one of only a few topics he still hasn’t broached. “When I was under ten or so. My parents were usually busy or just didn’t feel like entertaining me and so Dobby sort of took it upon himself. And I loved hide-and-seek, because the manor had so many good spots.”

“Yeah, I bet,” says Harry. “Sorry, I’m still processing this.” He throws an arm over his eyes, as if he’s trying to picture it, and starts laughing. “Fuck, that’s cute.”

“Shut up. He had me on, too. Started realising I got stroppy if it was too hard so he’d make it easier for me to find him.”

“Ah, Dobby.” Harry drops his arm back to the mattress and looks up at Draco. “Sounds like him. Thought he knew best about everything.”

“Maybe he did.”

Harry nods. “Yep. Maybe he did.”

“I love you, you know,” says Draco. Harry smiles at him. It still gives Draco butterflies.

“How much?”

“Twice as big as all the oceans on earth.”

“Nice,” Harry says, laughing again. “That’s a good one. I love you … bigger than all the biggest mountains put together.”

“Show-off,” says Draco. Harry tugs his arm and he acquiesces, leaning down once more for a kiss. All around them the rain is still beating against their Muggle tent. A new song plays, staticky and soothing, and with his eyes closed and Harry’s hand on his face he commits the moment to memory. 

If someone had asked him six months ago what romance meant, he would have cited his first real boyfriend. Paris and expensive dates and grand gestures.

“I want to know you better than I know myself,” Harry said to him once. “And I want you to know me better than I do.”

And Draco thinks now that maybe that’s what romance really is. Not in the gestures but in the blurring of lines and blending of souls. 

[dracowars]

Hi! I love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a Draco x reader x Blaise imagine based on the song Traitor by Olivia Rodrigo? Draco and reader are dating, but in sixth year he starts to ignore her because of the task, so she falls out of love for him and falls for Blaise as she spends more time with him but he has a girlfriend, a few days later rumors are saying that Blaise broke up with her saying that he loves someone else, two days later she breaks up with Draco, and they start dating in secret. During Slughorn’s Christmas party, they were each other dates and they confirm their relationship in front of everyone by kissing and when Draco gatecrashes the party he sees them and the entire school already know about the couple and he gets heartbroken, in the future they get married?

traitor | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader, blaise x reader

word count: 1,4k

summary: where y/n is a traitor in draco’s eyes

a/n: i finally have holidays and free time, i can't believe it! also, i love this song, i hope you enjoy what i made with it <3

warnings: angst, toxic relationship, cursing

universe: harry potter

Draco can hardly believe his eyes at the sight he is looking at right now. If he had not felt the caretaker pulling his arm back rudely, but he vehemently resisted, he would have probably thought this was a bad dream he fell into in the dead of the night. He would not have believed that the rumours were actually true. When they told him, he laughed. He did not think he would find you here, at Slughorn’s infamous Christmas party, with Blaise Zabini close by your side. His ex-girlfriend with his former best friend.

And is if that was not enough already, Draco burst into the room after his cover was blown just to see how you were kissing Blaise. Just like he always did, when he was the only one allowed to touch you.

The tension in the room is almost unbearable, all eyes are on Draco, who interrupted the atmospheric party in a matter of seconds. Nobody dares to say anything, let alone breathe a little louder for fear that everything will then escalate, turning into a disastrous end of the party.

Everyone knows, everyone knew. Draco and Y/N, the dream couple of Hogwarts who were doomed from the start. The best friend who may have been a little too close with Y/N despite being in a relationship with Daphne Greengrass himself. Whenever there was a fight between Draco and you, or even if it was just in your group of friends, the whole school knew about it immediately. With that in mind, it is hardly surprising that rumours spread like wildfire as your relationship began to crumble and shatter into pieces.

At first everything was going great, you were in love with him like the first day you met and overjoyed that you finally got into the sixth year of Hogwarts, which on the other hand means that it is not much time left until your well-deserved graduation. Hand in hand, Draco and you went through the school day almost effortlessly, always together, never apart. But one day, something changed. You do not know when it happened, you do not know why and because of that you were rendered powerless. Draco distanced himself from you more and more, shutting himself off you so that you often found yourself alone in the vast, lonely corridors. He did not speak to you anymore, he did not even look at you anymore and it was at these times that Blaise took his place.

Blaise Zabini was there for you when you racked your brains over a difficult task for the second time in a day. He was there when you got a bad grade. He was by your side when you were down. And even when you were fine. He was not a replacement for Draco, nobody could ever replace him, but he was good for you, and you realized how important he actually was to you. As Draco pushed you away, Blaise caught you.

At this point, all the students, from each of the four houses, realized not only that Y/N Y/L/N and Draco Malfoy were over, but also that things were not going well between Blaise Zabini and Daphne Greengrass either, and so the rumours started. They went around the whole school until they finally, unnoticed by everyone, quietly came true.

It has only been two weeks since you finally had the courage to end your toxic relationship with Draco after Blaise set a good example when he broke up with Daphne because he fell in love with someone else. Apparently, everyone noticed this.

Everyone except Draco.

“What are you doing?”, Draco chokes out in disbelief, breaking the awkward silence that had spread where not even Professor Slughorn could speak. The anger in Draco’s voice at the secret you just revealed to him causes you to rise from your seat immediately, causing in eyes looking over at you now as well. However, you lack the words to explain anything to him.

“Is no one going to tell me what the hell is going on here?!”, Draco calls out, clearly burning with rage.

“He claims to have been invited to your party”, Mr. Filch remarks to Professor Slughorn, still holding Draco tightly so he cannot escape, even though Draco is definitely not planning on leaving anytime soon. Especially not if he does not get any answers.

“Okay, okay! I was gatecrashing! Happy?”, Draco protests angrily, but his angry gaze does not leave yours. “Y/N, I want to know what’s going on right now-”

“You have no right to tell her what to do”, Blaise interjects, rising from his seat as well, one arm protectively held out in front of you. As if Draco could ever hurt you.

“Shut up, Zabini!”, Draco snaps at him, wriggling out of Mr. Filch’s grasp, ready to throw his thoughts at anyone or anything.

“Draco”, you mention his name cautiously, trying to act as deescalating as possible as you pull away from the table and slowly walk toward him. “We will talk outside. Now.”

Without batting an eyelid, you strut past him and let him follow you out of the room and into the cold corridors. Pulling yourself together as best as you possibly can, you take a deep breath before turning to face him, hands clasped in front of your stomach.

“Listen, Draco. We are over, you have to accept that, alright? Blaise and I are very happy-”

“Blaise and you?! You have got to be kidding me”, he interrupts you rudely, rolling his eyes as if only the thought of the two of you together already disgusts him. He just does not understand that it would never have happened if it was not for his own actions. These are the consequences. But when you look at him now, you think it might actually be the best decision you could have made.

“No, it is true. We are a couple and all I am asking you is to accept it”, you say as calmly as you manage, not wanting to stoop down to his level and raise your voice.

“You know, now that I think about it, I kind of already knew. Played dumb but I always knew that you would talk to him, maybe did even worse”, Draco replies, a thoughtful expression on his face. As soon as you hear this, you already fear where this conversation is going, which is why you just shake your head in pity. He does not want to understand.

“Enough, I really don’t have the muse to talk to you any longer, Draco”, you roll your eyes, ignoring the sting in your heart whenever you look at him, the boy you no longer recognize, and move to leave, but he takes a quick step toward you, blocking your path.

“And ain’t it funny how you run to him the second that we called it quits?”, Draco says insistently, trying to force an answer out of you that you cannot give him. “Ain’t it funny how you said you were friends? Now it sure as hell don’t look like it.”

Your heart hurts seeing him like this, hearing his words as he tries to convince himself that you are the bad person in this, when in reality everything he did was completely wrong. You truly pity him.

“Well, maybe that is because we are no friends anymore”, you reply, arms folded across your chest while ignoring his sick mind games.

“There is no damn way that you could fall in love with somebody that quickly!”, Draco vehemently shakes his head, trying to ignore the truth he just does not want to accept for the life of him. He prefers to keep lying to himself, because inside he knows that there is no more hope for the both of you. The hope he still had after your breakup that you would find each other again fades more and more with each passing second until, finally, it completely vanished.

“Don’t go down that path, don’t do that. You don’t know anything, Draco”, your voice rises slightly as you point your finger to his chest several times to support your statement. “You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most, even though you were my boyfriend. You should have been the one by my side, but you just disappeared. Blaise was there when you weren’t. You dumped me for no reason, Draco. You broke my heart and now you want to blame me? If it helps you, fine. But I don’t ever want to talk to you again.”

With those final words, you shove him aside roughly, your head down so he does not see your tears, and make your way back to the others. Before you reach the door, however, you hear Draco, who has remained motionless, broken, and hurt, mumbling something to himself that only reminds you of your right decision.

“I guess you didn’t cheat but you are still a traitor.”

[scarlettriot]

Stood Up

Pairing: Sero/F!Reader

Summary: When you find your dating making out with someone else at a Halloween party, Hanta swoops in and reclaims your evening, rekindling an old flame.

Contains: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Demisexual Reader, Astronomy/Greek Lore Nerd Sero, Old flame

Warnings: 18+ Below the cut, Minors DNI! Swearing, Demi Problems, Praise/Smidge of Degradation, Name-calling (slut & whore), Pet names (Love, good girl, pretty girl), Car Sex, F Masturbation, Oral M Receiving (Road Head) I think that's everything

A/N: This took me much longer than I expected. It's also my first time writing Sero. Given the season, I decided to add a touch of Halloween and costumes to this one.

If you'd like to read other's in the Stood Up series, here are the links:

Stood Up - Bakugo - WC 3,502

Stood Up - Kirishima - WC 3,612

Stood Up - Kaminari - WC 2,461

Word Count Starting Below: 3,494

Denki Kaminari's annual Halloween bash was in full swing by the time Hanta had arrived. He'd come straight from patrol, wrapping himself up in his own tape making a half assed mummy costume for himself. Not like anyone would notice with the flashing colored lights, loud music, and abundance of liquor.

However, Hanta didn't even make it up to the double glass front doors of Denki's home. Not before doing a double take at the very familiar pirate that ran by him.

"Y/N?" You stopped allowing him the chance to catch up to you, "Holy shit, it is you, when the hell did you get back?"

Three years you'd been gone, working in America. Time differences and busy schedules made it so the two of you barely kept in touch. It was a shame, Hanta thought, considering how close the two of you used to be.

"I- uh- just a few weeks now. I heard you were helping out with the disaster relief after that storm."

It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him, the funny colors of the dancing lights were what made your cheeks look wet, right? Those couldn't have been tears.

"I was, yeah, but I got back yesterday. I didn't know-"

"Get the hell outta here!" His head snapped back towards the front of the house, just in time to see Eijiro, dressed in an impressive werewolf costume, literally throw someone out of the party. The guy drunkenly stumbled off, Eijiro walking over towards where Hanta was standing with you. "Y/N, you good?"

You nodded while Hanta tried to piece together what'd happened. "Sorry, it took me a second to find the bastard. Do ya wanna come back in? I'll make sure he leaves."

"No, Eijiro, thanks though. I'm just gonna head home."

The wolfman frowned but understood. "We'll have a smaller party for ya! Just the gang as a welcome home! You know Denki will look for any excuse to throw a party." He turned his gaze on Hanta. "A mummy, really?"

"You've been a damn werewolf for the last two years! You don't get to give me crap."

Eijiro poked the fuzzy pointed red ears carefully set into his spiky hair. "Mina and I worked real hard on this costume... seemed like a waste to only wear it once."

"We both know you haven't just worn those once, big man."

That got a chuckle out of you while all Eijiro could do was shrug and try to hide a shit-eating grin.

He asked you again if you'd like to stay and once more you said you were going to just head home. It was when you specifically said you were going to be walking home that Hanta spoke up offering to drive you back to your home since it was Halloween and people were creeps.

You were a damn pro hero but he still didn't feel right about just letting you walk home alone.

When you agreed he told Eijiro he'd be back soon and walked over with you to his car.

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A part of you missed the old station wagon Hanta used to drive, not that this BMW he now drove wasn't absolutely amazing, you just sort of missed the comfort of the old car.

He waited until he'd reached the end of Denki's long, winding driveway to finally speak. "So, you wanna tell me what happened back there, or am I just supposed to pretend like Kiri didn't kick someone out on your behalf?"

"You could probably just ask Kiri and he'd tell you."

"I could, but, I'd like to hear it from you."

You knew you could tell him, there was nothing you couldn't tell Hanta. There was once a time when the man knew every single detail about your life. Sure, time and distance had put a strain on that relationship but you were back now. There was no reason why you couldn't at least start rebuilding what you and Hanta once had.

"Y/N, if you don't wanna say anything-"

"I was just casually seeing this guy. You know me and dating, how we don't always work out." You said abruptly and he quit talking, "And so, we weren't like official but we said we'd go to this party together. Well, I got here and went looking for him and found him making out with one of Hawks' sidekicks. I got a little upset when he noticed me and, well, he just said he found someone better."

Hanta actually stopped the car, pulled off to the side of the road, threw it in park, and looked right at you because he knew what found someone better meant exactly. You'd used those words in high school when that guy from Shiketsu that you'd been seeing got pissed off that you wouldn't put out and ended it with you. You went to his dorm crying because he 'found someone better', is what you told him. It took him a few hours to get the truth out of you.

You'd always been the kind of person to love with your entire heart but sexually, you'd confessed that you felt different from all the other kids your age back then. Not having the same urges and desires that everyone else seemed stricken with.

"Hanta, it's fine, really. Kiri heard the whole thing and, well, you saw what happened."

"Doesn't make it right! So, you went on a couple dates with a guy, that doesn't mean he just gets to expect you to put out for him! Even if you weren't demi, no one gets to just assume they deserve sex."

His lips were pressed in a narrow line, nostrils flared once in annoyance. He was usually so calm and laid back that you thought it rather cute when he got overprotective. "It's alright, Hants, really."

He still gave you a look that said he disagreed but then shook his head, dropping the subject for now at least.

"Still like those late-night drives?"

"I love them."

"Good."

Hanta waited for a car to pass and whipped the car in the other direction.

It wasn't long before he had the windows rolled down, conversations filling in the blanks of lost time, in between belting out choruses of your favorite songs. Minutes slipped by the further he drove, you lost track of both time and kilometers, letting him tell you all about the ridiculous antics the group had been up to.

Eventually, you caught the scent of salty air and even in the dark, you had a pretty good idea where Hanta was going. He followed a winding road, making two left turns and then a right leaving you on a stretch of road that paralleled the ocean.

You let your head fall against the seat, eyes falling shut and inhaling that wonderful smell you missed so much. Hanta had just one hand lazily on the wheel, his elbow resting out the open window, a relaxed smile was illuminated in soft orange lights off his dash.

You let your head roll onto his shoulder, not as easily done without the bench seat in his station wagon but it worked nonetheless. "Thanks."

His free hand came to rest on your knee, "Anytime."

He turned the wheel, pulling over and parking in front of a small beach access that you guys had found at 3 in the morning five years prior. Hanta kicked off his shoes, leaving them in the car to avoid them being sand-filled and you did the same with the knee-high boots purely because you longed to feel the sand between your toes.

The wooden planks were worn, parts buried beneath the sand until eventually, none remained. Breaking waves flooded your ears and you made a run for them! Before you could reach the lapping water though, tape had wound around your middle and yanked you backward.

"Not happening!" Hanta said firmly. "Last time I let you talk me into late-night swimming we didn't have a change of clothes either and we both got so sick! I think I might have actually died without Bakugo's soup!"

You chuckled, remembering being nineteen and curled up with Hanta on the sofa in the living room of the apartment you all shared for nearly a week. The sniffles didn't cease for almost three weeks.

"Okay, okay, no swimming." You flopped back down into the sand, his tape still attached meaning the cellophane hero was pulled down with you. "Tell me about the stars then, Hants. Who's out tonight?"

Astronomy was a hobby of Hanta's you learned about after moving into the dorms your first year. It wasn't uncommon to find him out on the roof most nights, laying on his back and looking up into the clear night sky littered with twinkling stars, usually with a joint pressed between his lips. It became almost a habit for him to grab you on his way up, pulling you along because you were more than happy listening to him tell you about each constellation and the stories behind them.

It was around this time of year, in your final year of high school; somewhere between him recalling the greek mythos of Aries and Sagittarius that you noticed your heart beating a little faster. You realized something had shifted between the two of you, and, holy shit, was this what it felt like to have a crush! When the hell did that happen?

You'd entrusted everything to Hanta back then, and now, laying in the sand shoulder to shoulder while he talked about Draco, that familiar feeling stirred again. You remembered what it was supposed to be like when you weren't forcing it for some random guy. How simple it was supposed to be.

You inclined on an elbow and he stopped mid-sentence. "Eh, everything alright?" You nodded but he looked anything but convinced, mirroring your position and asking you again.

It was easy for you to lean forward, to brush your lips against his for the first time in three years. And, when you pulled away, he looked about as shocked as he had the night you'd done it when you were eighteen.

"You- you still like me?"

When you left for America, you'd both agreed to put a pause on your sort of relationship. Free to date and screw whomever you pleased because three years was a long time and it just seemed like a fair decision to make. The realization that he might now have someone else special in his life dawned on you...

"Yeah but I totally understand if things are different now and I shoulda asked- oof!"

He kissed you so hard you toppled back into the sand, quick pecks, one right after another, ending them with a long one that nearly left you breathless.

"I didn't know how to bring it up. I didn't want to make you feel awkward about things or make you think I expected something. I thought that maybe since we didn't talk for a while your feelings might have changed."

"I can say with confidence they haven't."

"Thank fuck." He groaned and captured your lips in another searing kiss.

It was easy to lift his shirt off, the shreds of tape that remained were now covered with gritty sand that clung to your fingers as you traced the chest and torso you knew so well. Gliding over defined muscles, lingering on old scars and mapping out new ones he'd collected in your time apart.

His own hands were busy flicking open the brass fastenings of your corset, huffing about it being so much more difficult to get to your chest and something about it being very unfair.

By the time he'd undone the last one, bright headlights shown across the beach. "Shit."

Giggling ensued from the walkway and you both sighed, at least it wasn't the police or a hero patrol. Hanta gathered his shirt and ran back to his car with his hand in yours.

"I thought our days of being caught were over."

"At least it wasn't Mr. Aizawa this time."

A chill ran down your spine remembering the night and the lecture you'd received when your teacher had caught Hanta sneaking out of your room early one morning.

"So, uh, do you still plan on going to Denki's party?" You asked innocently enough but Hanta knew you far too well.

"I think I'm gonna miss it this year." His hand found a home on your upper thigh. "Apparently, you and I have a lot of catching up to do. Lost time to make up for and all that."

"Too bad you don't have that old station wagon anymore. If you did, we wouldn't have to wait to get back."

Dark eyes glanced over at you not so subtly parting your legs.

"I dunno. It's not too often I travel in the backseat of my own car but I've been told it's pretty roomy. Lots of legroom."

Your hand ran over your legs, dipping down to lightly brush your more sensitive parts, thankful you opted for the thin pair of black leggings rather than the dark skinny jeans. Your fingers danced again and this time you let a soft moan pass your lips. "Eyes on the road, Hants."

"That's a little hard to do when I've got you spread out in the passenger's seat." He grabbed your free hand and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. "You've got me distracted, filthy little woman."

You appreciated him testing the waters, a subtle way of checking if you liked those nicknames he used only in private with you, giving you a chance to protest if your likes had changed. They were one's that only felt right coming from him and you were eager to hear more.

Forgoing your own high, you leaned over the center console as best you could, undoing his belt first, followed quickly by his zipper letting his strained cock be free.

His grip tightened on your leg when you kissed the tip of him. "Just like old times, huh?"

A chuckle turned quickly into a moan, taking him in your mouth, pushing yourself further on his cock, fighting your gag reflex to get him down your throat. Hanta reclined his seat further, giving you more room to work with.

Your legs clenched tighter with every groan you pulled from him, wiggling your hips in the seat, letting a hand fall back between your own legs. There was an attempt of a moan around his cock when his fingers coiled in your hair. "Such a good slut. Keep fuckin' goin'." He let you continue at your own speed, needing to focus as best he could on the road rather than what you were doing but, damn, you were making that increasingly difficult.

He wasn't stopping you though. He rarely did. You'd sucked him off on countless drives before and only stopped when- "That's it." He lifted you off him by your hair at the same time he pulled off the road. There was a convenient turn-off, hidden by overgrown brush you noticed before he shut off the headlights.

Hanta took you by the chin, smearing drool. "Backseat, pretty girl." He reached into the glove box and pulled out a foil wrapper, "What do you say we test out that legroom?"

He wait to watch your smile grow wide before crawling into the back because he had to be the first to go if this had any chance of working. Once situated, pants under his thighs, he patted his lap for you to climb over.

You slid easily onto his lap, hands traveling up and over his shoulders, kissing hard while you rocked your hips against impossibly hard length.

There was so much comfort in the familiarity of him. It wasn't awkward to fall back into rhythm with Hanta, to remember that he loved the feeling of your nails dragging down his chest. And he was just as eager to get your shirt off, reach your breasts he'd missed so much, and get his tongue on your nipples.

Your head tipped backward, loving the pace he set, hips bouncing creating the perfect tug on your nipples between his teeth.

"Love, if I promise to buy you a new pair, can I rip these damn leggings? They're just so thin and-"

"Please." Your breathy moan had him smirking and with a single grunt the leggings were ruined, cool air from the vents had only a moment to touch your bare ass before Hanta's hands reclaimed it.

There was no way he hadn't felt your arousal before ripping your clothes off, you soaked through your panties and leggings, you knew that, but that didn't stop him from commenting on how soaked you were now on his fingers. "Want me inside you, whore? I think you do."

You nodded with a whimper and he slipped a finger in. "Hants, noo- I- I want your cock, please."

"You're gonna take my fingers like a good little slut first." You clenched at the words falling from his mouth. "So fuckin' tight you can barely take a finger. How'm I supposed to fit in here if you can even take a single finger? Need you to loosen up, alright." He pushed another finger in, scissoring the two inside you.

"This gonna make you cum? You need this bad, don't you? Tell me. Tell me how bad you need to cum."

"I want it. Please, please, I need it. I'm so close," You babbled and ripped the foil open with his teeth, rolling it with one hand on his cock. In an instant, his fingers had been replaced with this dick. Sticky fingers on your ass helping you ease down on him with a hiss.

"Fuck," Hanta let out a throaty chuckle, "You still fuckin' feel the absolute best." He dropped a kiss between your breasts, letting you adjust to his girth. "Perfect. Good girl. Such a fuckin' good little slut."

He wasn't about to last long. Not once you started bouncing up and down on him, your tits right in front of his face.

"Couldn't even wait for me to get you home, had to fucking tease me in the damn car." He held onto the fat of your ass, pulling you along him and slamming you down hard.

"Kinda pathetic how desperate you are. Fuck. Kinda hot too."

When the top of your head bumped the roof of the car, he scooted lower, trying to give you as much room to ride him however you pleased.

"What do you need? You wanna cum, don't you, pretty girl, what do you need?"

"Faster, faster please."

Hanta shifted even lower, making you grab onto the two headrests while he thrust his hips up into you at a rapid speed. His thumb on your clit was the additional stimulation you needed to fall over the edge. Nails clawing at the black leather as he continued to moan below you now chasing his own release.

You stayed poised above him, using every last bit of strength to stay upright until his mouth was rambling and his cock pulsed inside of you. Fingers bruising your skin before holding your pelvis snuggly against his.

He was bent in a way that looked entirely uncomfortable and yet he still smiled so widely. Reaching up to brush hair out of your eyes, "You okay?"

"Perfects, Hants. A little sore but I'm sure you are too." He moved off his lap, letting him slip out of you with a groan, "Is your neck gonna be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Having you back, love, is more than worth a little bit of a neck cramp."

As he tied a knot in the condom, depositing it into a plastic bag he had tucked away under his seat, Hanta raised a brow, "Love, really, are you alright? Please, tell me if I hurt you at all."

"No! I'm good, why?"

"You're sitting silly."

You were sitting a little odd, perched on your knees rather than sitting on your ass because the leather was chilly and you told Hanta as much making him laugh. "Wait, I think I can help." He leaned back to the front of the car, flicking a button making it glow. Once he tucked himself back in his pants he hopped out of the car and you could see him rummaging in his trunk through the rear window.

"I keep forgetting to take this out from our camping trip a couple months ago. Guess it turned out to be a good thing." He laid the blanket down over the passenger's seat, declaring that should help a bit.

You wrapped the now toasty warm blanket around your bottom half while Hanta drove back towards the city, your head on his shoulder, his hand on your thigh.

"So, shopping tomorrow? I believe I owe you a pair of leggings..."

"It's a date."

[wreckofawriter]

harry potter:

worthless ~ you dont like being called nothing, and you do a lot to prove people wrong. platonic

jelly slugs*~ you always end up almost dying with three people you seem to barley know but its not that bad when harry potter always seems to wake up next to you in the hospital wing. fluff

redbull ~ you get extra homework as punishment for fighting in class, harry suggests redbull to keep you up. crack fic

not yet ~ you go to meet harry's parents when voldemort attacks. angst/fluff

draco malfoy:

thorns and roses* ~ hanahaki disease is caused by unrequainted love. symptoms can include: growth of throns and flowers in your stomach and lungs, excessive coughing, trouble breathing, vomiting, painful movements and in extreme cases death. angst w/ fluff ending

can't forget, won't forgive ~ you meet back up with draco at a party after the war and you still haven't forgiven him. angst w/ fluff ending

we'll leave this all behind ~ you were raised the same as draco, maybe you would be less lonely together. angst w/ fluff ending

drunken kisses ~ you and your friends went to the quidditch world cup with one goal; to get wasted. you also manage to catch the attention of one of your friends old classmates. fluff

i kissed you dumbass ~ you and draco flirt but it's not like you would ever date him. right? fluff

boredom ~ the cure for your insufferable boredom happens to have blonde hair grey eyes and a name your family hates. angst

its never fair ~ you spent four months in draco's basement, now your trapped in an elevator with him. fluff

drowning ~ draco decides to break up with you after he gets his tattoo, not knowing you have one too. angst w/ fluff ending

focus* ~ draco is forced to be your partner in potions becaue you suck at school despite being a ravenclaw. fluff

fine line ~ you hate draco malfoy but you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate. fluff

fred weasley:

revenge ~ the twins help you get revenge on a boy you should have never even been with. fluff

just checking ~ you dont like fred weasley and his flirting got on your nerves but for some reason a room feels empty without him. fluff

games* ~ soulmate AU, the words first said to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your ankle. fred has lived with some unsavory ones his whole life. fluff

smelling sweet ~ you jump on fred's back thinking it was someone else, and an awkward train ride follows. fluff

cedric diggory:

attention ~ you hate the attention you get because of your parents lives. the last thing you need is more from hogwart's golden boy. fluff

pencil sketches* ~ you start getting drawings and find out who they're from in a strange way. fluff

oliver wood:

kid ~ being the kid of puddlemore united means everyone treats him like one, even the girl he's been in love since he met her. fluff

my baby boy ~ oliver hates to have to fight for his girlfriends attention with so many people. fluff

blaise zambini:

never have i ever ~ you're draco's ex and you probably shouldn't be flirting with him and he really shouldn't be flirting back. fluff

the colors of us ~ blaise meets a muggle in a cafe and doesn't exspect to get so attached to her. fluff with a bit of angst

[louweasleymalfoy]

Masterlist

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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Draco is incredibly affectionate, but he’ll show it differently depending on context. In general, his affection comes in just wanting to be around you—he craves closeness with you, even if he’s not touching you.

Touching you is the best, though. He’s a fan of small bits of PDA: when you’re out together, he’s always holding your hand, or touching your arm or the small of your back or maybe – on occasion – your ass. (Just little grazes that make his eyes shine and your stomach flip.) Probably some little kisses here and there, if you have a moment alone. If he sees another guy looking at you, he'll probably make out with you in public.

But there are also moments where the both of you think PDA isn’t appropriate. Then it’s all about soft looks and smiles, finding ways to bring you into a conversation, things like that. Just showing you that you’re on his mind even if he can’t hold you like he’d like to.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Let's be honest, you guys didn't really start on good terms. You guys met at the train, the both of you are pure-blooded Slytherins, and when everyone thought you guys would immediately get along you just had to prove them wrong. Both of you are competitive, always trying to be better than the other.

The moment the two of you realized your feelings for each other was in 4th year, earning sighs of relief from the Slytherin gang.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Does Draco like to cuddle? Yes yes absolutely yes. This man loves cuddling, especially after a long day. He loves to curl up with you on his bed and hold you close, maybe with your head tucked under his chin. He’ll give you soft kisses while he holds you, on your temple or your cheek or your neck and they’re not even intended to steer things toward a make-out or sex, unless you decide to take it there. (Sometimes he decides but if he does it’s uh pretty obvious.)

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down?)

DEFINITELY. Draco is ready to settle down when it comes to you. He loves you so much that he already wants to marry you, you had to remind him that the both of you are still at school tho.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

So here’s the thing about Draco. He's fallen for you, HARD. The problem is that, if he’s the one initiating a break-up, it hits him hard. He would never even think about ending things with you. He loves you too much for that. Although sometimes he worries that you might leave him for someone else, you reassure him that it will never happen.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Like I've stated before, he loves you so much that he wants to marry you already. He never thought there'd be a day that he'd think about stuff like this and yet here we are. Is he nervous about it tho? Honestly, yes. Who doesn't? But the thing is, whenever he takes a look at you all the worries go away and just knows he's ready.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This softy! is so gentle!! The biggest exception is if he sees you after a longer separation – this might be a summer break but it also might just be something like one of you having A LOT of homework that keeps you from being with each other when he rather be hanging out together – he needs to be all over you and he might be rougher, then—rougher hugs, kisses, everything.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Draco is a frequent and enthusiastic hugger. Hugs from Draco are him pulling you close and burying his face in your neck and luxuriating in the smell of you. Hugs from Draco are him nudging his forehead against yours and maybe bumping your nose while he leans in to give you a kiss.

Hugs from Draco are usually your first cue if something’s wrong, too—you’ll get to his dorm and find him sitting on the bed and he’ll pull you into his arms and you’ll feel in the way he holds you that he had a really shit day.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Like when he knows that he wants to settle down with you, Draco will say, “I love you,” pretty much as soon as he knows. He’s bursting with it and he’s gotta get it out. He’ll be a bit disappointed if you’re not ready to say it back, but he doesn’t take it personally because he knows he kinda falls hard and fast.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

This man gets jealous. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he just doesn't trust other guys. If a guy looks at you for too long, you can count on Draco giving them a death glare. Does he maybe give you a particularly emphatic kiss after someone tries to flirt with you? Perhaps, but it’s more because he revels in the fact that he gets to do that when no one else does.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Draco kisses your lips like he has nowhere else like he needs to be. Slow, deep kisses all about savoring the taste of you, the feeling of you close to him.

He kisses your neck playfully, teeth nipping over your skin and scattering the occasional hickey because he can’t resist.

He kisses your breasts, your stomach, your thighs when he’s ravenous for you, when he’s desperate to wind you up.

And where does Draco want to be kissed? Obviously he loves when you have your mouth on his because then he can be tasting you, too, but oh, does he love this one spot on his neck right below his jaw. You kiss and suck there and he downright whimpers if he wasn’t expecting it (and sometimes even if he was expecting it).

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Draco Malfoy doesn't really have experience on taking care of children— he's more of a picking on children type of guy. So when you and Draco spent one summer break together and you were asked to babysit your niece, Draco was worried. He’s a bit awkward at first but after seeing how you interact with them, the tension would start to melt away and he relaxed around them.

After watching you interact with babies, he would start to imagine having a baby with you and he realizes how much he wants kids with you.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are spent with each other in his dorm. The both of you just enjoying your time with each other before you get ready for the day. It was these mornings together that reminded him of the love the two of you have for each other and how important you are in his life.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are often spent cuddling and catching each other up on their days. Basically quality time is the primary love language of most evenings (combined as always with touch because again—super cuddly man). Then probably once a week you’ll go out either on a date or to hang with friends.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It took some time for him to open up. He loves you and trusts you very much but he was scared of how you'd react. He's not really used to all the "talking about his feelings" type of thing since he didn't really grow up in a homey environment but over time, he started telling you things and he felt better and lucky to have you in his life.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He does have a temper but not with you. He’s very patient and calm when it comes to you. He never wants to upset and anger you. When you two would fight, he felt like it was all his fault and he would try to make it up to you only for you to apologize too and remind him that it wasn’t all his fault.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Remembering little details that you share with him is definitely one of the ways that he shows interest in you at first. But while he makes a particular point of it at first, he is still quite good at it in general.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment was your first kiss. It was the happiest he ever felt, and he would always remember the perfection of that moment

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He is super protective. Whenever the two of you go out, he doesn't take his eyes off of you just because he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Oh he would DEFINITELY spoil the sht out of you. He would definitely put a lot of thought into gifts and anniversaries since he's really rich. Sometimes, he would randomly show up in your dorm with a gift in hand — claiming that it's a gift for you just because he wants to give you one and although you appreciate the gesture, you had to tell him to not waste his money on stuff. Of course he promised to stop buying things for you but he never did and continued to shower you with gifts.

U = Unencumbered (What helps them relax?)

Walks with your hand in his. Oh and cuddling you of course.

V = Vaunt (What do they like to show off? What are they proud of?)

He LOVES to show you off. He's so proud of your accomplishments and believes that you'll achieve your dream one day.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He’s terrified of losing you, knowing that he would never be whole again if he lost you. He couldn’t even bear the thought of a life without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Draco is— well how do I even say this. Draco can be mean at most times but the thing is, in his eyes you're an exception. There was this one time when he was having a bad day and Theo was aking him something and he just glared at Theo but when you came in and asked the same question, he answered you patiently, his eyes softening, leaving Theo to have his jaw dropped.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He HATES ferrets and I don't even have to explain why. There was this one time where Blaise showed him a ferret and he just ran away from the both of you.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Draco is absolutely that partner who ends up encroaching more and more on your space over the course of the night. And you want to find it cute, you do, because it’s really about him trying to cuddle with you but also it means you frequently wake up for the morning and he has two thirds of the bed to himself. You’re alright with it though because once he gets up, you’re able to spread out for a little bit. (And maybe roll over into the spot where he was sleeping so you can doze with the smell of him still lingering.)

[harryissuchalittleshit]

Scorpius HC!!

I just finished a fic with Scorpius as the main character two weeks ago!! So let’s get this started!

Draco and Astoria had been so happy to get pregnant with him

Even if it was a struggle

And then Astoria HATED being pregnant

It was the morning sickness that got her, everything else was fine, even when she couldn’t see her own feet or get up without help

Scorpius was born in the middle of the night, January 25, 2005

He’s an Aquarius

He had a very lovely childhood growing up in a small village

Draco was a room aid at the local primary and Astoria worked at the library and sometimes waitressed at a local restaurant

It really wasn’t much, but it was simple and happy and gave Scorpius an appreciation for Muggles and a Muggle lifestyle

He ended up dreading visiting the manor to see his grandparents, especially Lucius

They were just mean to him, to his parents, to the life they lived

And he was a child

Astoria gets pregnant again! This time with a little girl! But then she miscarried

Scorpius was so excited to be an older brother, because he was the only one of his friends that wasn’t an older sibling

But Draco and Astoria are scared to try again, so Scorpius decides to be the best godbrother and older cousin he can be

And he’s really good at it!! Lyla and Anamika adore him! (The feeling completely mutual)

When he’s ten, his grandfather dies

It’s treated as a celebration, and Draco moves Astoria and Scorpius and himself into the manor to keep an eye on Narcissa

Scorpius doesn’t like the manor, it’s dark and drafty and feels off, but he finds a safe space in his room and his parent’s room across the hall

For events, Astoria still lays out his clothes and Draco ties his ties for him, even after he turns seventeen

For as long as he lives with them, they will treat him like the little Prince he is

He is his parents pride and joy, and he loves them so much

When he goes to Hogwarts and becomes friends with Al, he worries a little, but then realizes that it doesn’t matter

He isn’t Draco and Draco knows this too

The Potters and Weasleys all grow to love Scorpius quickly and his parents grow to love Al just as fast

The same happens when he starts dating Rose

Ron and Hermione are a bit unsure about it, but they trust Rose and her judgement

But even Hugo likes Scorpius, and Scorpius does take the time to become friends with Hugo

He will even come to visit the Granger-Weasleys just to hang out with Hugo and talk about football

He becomes an Auror after leaving Hogwarts, and Al is his partner until he leaves

Scorpius becomes a trainer for new recruits and ends up making the training more effective and better

He marries Rose after their first son is born

They have six kids, Hermes Hugo, Athena Hermione, Hephaestus Ronald, the twins Artemis Astoria and Apollo Draco, and finally baby Aphrodite Lyla

All of their children are named after someone they love

I just see Scorpius having a very loving and fulfilling life

Also CC isn’t real and will never be real to me

[desiredmalfoy]

Late Night Cravings

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Genre: Fluff! And more fluff!

Word Count: 0.9 k

Summary: Draco finds his pregnant wife baking cookies in the middle of the night. Just pure fluff and (future dad!draco)

I’m back with more Draco fluff! 

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There was only one reason you were up so late making chocolate chip cookies. You had gotten a bad craving for them when you had woken up in the middle of the night. Also all the shops were closed at 2 in the morning. Being seven months pregnant was not easy. You grew uncomfortable more and more as the days neared your due date. Sleeping in a comfortable position all night had become more difficult. Also it didn’t help that your son kept on kicking you all night. He wanted cookies too. After becoming pregnant, the one thing that had multiplied was your cravings. You had the most random cravings or cravings at the most unconventional times. That’s why you were currently awake at this hour hoping to get the cookies you so desperately needed. 

You thought you had done a good job at not making much noise. You didn’t want to wake your husband up right now. Draco was a healer and he had to get up early the next morning for his next shift. Even when he got home from work, he did everything to make sure you didn’t have to lift a finger. No matter how tired he was. He had been nothing but the best during your pregnancy and you wanted to make sure he slept. 

“Beautiful what are you doing up right now?” A groggy Draco asked from the entrance of your kitchen. There stood the most handsome man in existence. These hormones were driving you mad. He ran his hand lazily through his blonde hair that was sticking up in all directions. 

“Just making some cookies love.” 

“At this hour?” He questioned you as he made his way toward you. He wrapped his arms around you from behind. Placing his head on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your bump.

“Well, your son very much demanded them at this hour.” You let out an airy laugh. You continued to stir the batter in the bowl. You reached over to grab a few more chocolate chips for good measure. You also ate a few that didn’t make it into the bowl.

“Looks like I must have a word with little Scorpius about having sweets so late at night.” He rubbed your belly lightly. Your son decided at that moment to give a kick. As if to respond back to him. “Looks like he’s listening.”

Draco placed a kiss on your cheek as he helped you stir the batter. “How about you take a seat and I’ll finish these.”

“Dray, I can finish them. Don’t worry.”

“No, you’ve been standing for far too long babe. You need to rest.” He unwrapped his arms from you and pulled you towards the table in your kitchen. He made his way back to where the cookie batter was and begun to prepare them to bake. Just like you had taught him last time. He placed them in the oven and started to clean the mess you made. 

You watched him lovingly as he walked around the kitchen cleaning everything so you wouldn’t have to. It was a vast contrast to the Draco you had met back at Hogwarts. The boy who would never lift a finger to clean after himself, much less someone else. You weren’t much better than him, you had grown up in a similar way as he did. But the war changed everyone and everything. It was a time for healing. It was a time where the two of you learned to be independent from your families. The two of you had built a home together.

You loved him with every fiber of your body. You didn’t know how you ended up with someone so amazing. He spoiled you like crazy and loved you like no one had ever. You couldn’t even describe how his love made you feel because there were no words abundant in this life to describe it. You knew that this child you carried would have the best life imaginable. Something Draco vowed he would do for your son Scorpius. He promised you he would do better than what his father did for him. He promised himself & you that your son would have a much more loving childhood than he had. 

“What are you think about beautiful?” Draco spoke, breaking you out of your thoughts. You turned your head slightly to see he had finished washing the dishes and had sat next to you. 

“How I have the most wonderful husband ever.”

“Hmm...you certainly do love.” Draco said with his signature smirk. He grabbed your hands and kissed them. 

“You sure are humble Mr. Malfoy.” You teased him with a slight eye roll. You felt another kick from your baby. “See, Scorpius agrees. He just kicked me.”

“But you love me for it Mrs. Malfoy.” He dropped your hands gently and went to place his head on your bump. “You ready for some cookies buddy? They should be ready soon.”

Draco lifted his head laughing. “That kick must mean he his.”

“I told you it was his idea.” You rubbed your belly to try and soothe the baby as he was now going crazy kicking you. “Look at him kick once you mentioned them.”

That’s how you ended up eating cookies with your husband in the middle of the night. Laughing and enjoying them even though he had work in a couple of hours. After the cookies baked and cooled off, Draco took you back to your room where you both ate cookies in bed. 

You wouldn’t have it any other way though. You would never trade your life for anything in the entire world.

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