#was NOT expecting to see this ferret again lmao

[onceinawhilemoon]

not FW reusing that police clerk's model for young mycroft im rolling

[dadonbabysworld]

heyy bestie, can i request a jealous best friend hyunjin?

scenario: the two of you were hanging out and you were telling him about this guy you were talking with and that you thought the guy was cute (basically swooning for this guy)

and he makes the face in the picture 😭 because he’s confused on how you could like anyone other than him. and because the guy obviously isn’t as pretty as him 🙄 lol.

he says something along the lines of “huh? who’s this guy? you don’t actually like him do you? 🤨”

you reply with “omg…is ferret boy jealous?”

this is very random lmao but i hope you like it!

Author's Note: Different but I got it lol just for you bestie!

Genre: Fluff

Wordcount: 609

This was the first weekend you were able to spend together in a while. Hyunjin was constantly busy with dance while you were busy with chemistry and biology. Nothing in your schedules aligned from recitals to exams everything got in the way.

Now as you both sat in your dorm everything was going great. You were listening to music together when Hyunjin turns it down to talk.

"How was that chem exam you had stayed up all night to cram for?" He asks as he warms up some water for his ramen. You sigh "I didn't do as well as I'd hoped, but I did cram so what did I expect? You know?"

You lean back in the chair to look at him upside down. He shook his head "You have got to stop cramming last minute. That's why you're so caffeinated now." He smiles when he sees you looking at him. He pokes your nose before walking away to get some chopsticks from your drawer.

You laugh and blush slightly before sitting up. "So how'd the middle of the year recitals go for your hip-hop class?" You hear him scoff and turn towards you before you actually look back at him.

"As if I could fail a dance course??" He asks you in shock. "You could. I'm pretty sure you don't got it all. You know how to do tap dance?" You both laugh because his facial expression basically said no.

"ANYWAYS.. it went well. I got some improvements to make as all dancers do besides THE Lee Minho obviously."

"Actually, that's just the person I wanted to talk about. I actually think he's very handsome and was wondering if you could introduce us."

'Huh?' He looks at you and turns his head in confusion. He looks completely lost. Where did you meet Minho? He barely knew the guy himself. Only seen him at a party ONCE. He was tearing the dance floor apart with his dance partner Han Jisung.

"He is so dreamy. I heard he has cats in his dorm. He is a very good dancer, and he is like an instructor according to a lot of people. We have Social Movements together. He has such a nice, soft tone when speaking. He never says much because our teacher has us speak English for whatever odd reason.. but when he does I can't help but to stare."

He frowns as he pours the water into his ramen. "I really haven't talked to him at all. I've only heard a lot of rumors about him. You don’t actually like him do you?" His tone was rather serious about this. You watched him squint and roll his eyes earlier. Is it that bad that you like Lee Minho? Are they rivals? but he has never met the guy...

A light bulb flashed above your head. 'Oh!' Your face turned to a look of realization and Hyunjin's one of panic.

"omg…is ferret boy jealous?" You question as you stand up and move closer to him. He pours the water into his ramen almost spilling it. "No!" You chuckle at him almost spilling it before touching his waist.

"No...? That's so disappointing because I actually think you're very handsome and talented." You admit to him before moving away again causing him to grab your wrist.

"Okay.. I admit it. I'm slightly jealous, and I just wanted to do this right. I like you y/n."

"I like you too. Now stop being shy around me. I like you for who you are."

"So were you serious about Minho? Because you seemed very passionate about it." You push him and sigh. Men...

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[does-doodles]

I've had a few Buddy Thunderstruck dreams over the years and recently I had one that really touched me, so I felt compelled to make a short list of the dreams I've had for fun as a Buddy Thunderstruck dream journal.

The first one I had is from a few years ago. I remember seeing Darnell and Buddy talking in some dark alleyway next to a very large log that I think was supposed to be a pub. I really wanted to walk over to them and say hello, but I was way too nervous, so instead, I ended up just slowly scooting over to them. When I got halfway, it seemed they were finished with their conversation, so Darnell began to walk away in my direction, which freaked me out, so I became completely still, not knowing what to do, but then, when he got closer to me, he suddenly hugged me!! I swear, it was one of the most comforting hugs I've ever felt. I was so surprised from it, as I wasn't expecting that at all, so I couldn't hug him back before he started walking away again sniff sniff.🤧 Still one of my most memorable dream moments to this day. 

The second one I can't remember the details as well anymore but basically; Buddy wakes up to find 6 sleeping baby ferrets next to him and Darnell that looked a lot like a mix between the two of them. A very confusing situation obviously, but incredible adorable. I don't remember much else happening, except me just losing my mind over how cute the baby ferrets were. I'll make another post about this as I have made designs for those 6 kids.

Number three! In this dream I was soooo sure a second season came out!😭 Like, Netflix even had a new season with new episodes! And I could see the thumbnails, titels and distributions of the episodes I WAS SO EXCITEEED- and then I woke up.😞

The fourth dream was about me just trying to find a nicely animated video of Buddy Thunderstruck I WAS SO SURE EXISTED but turns out I actually just made it up.😭💔 

Fifth dream had a Buddy Thunderstruck movie playing in theaters! But I didn't go see it because it was action themed with really crummy humor and everyone was super muscular??

Now for number six, the dream that made me want to make this list! Obviously this one is my most recent dream, and it's another Buddy Thunderstruck movie dream! This time though it wasn't some silly movie parody. The story took place a few years later. Buddy and Darnell have unfortunately drifted apart and now lived different lives, but by the end of the movie they will be reunited again! Buddy was still a truck racer, but clearly not as charismatic and energetic as he used to be. He seemed to be a lot more depressed and mellow, and would wear a lot of brown clothes and turtlenecks?? While Darnell would sing and play guitar in a local pub every week. I couldn't see much about how he was doing as the movie was playing more from Buddy's perspective, and when I finally got to the part that starts talking about him, I got distracted and woke up.😭 The one part about Darnell that I was able to get to is when Buddy finally got the courage to go see his performance at that local pub. It's a really sweet and touching moment as the scene shows that Darnell got over his stage fright and Buddy got to see his old best friend again after so long. I legit started crying a little at this moment. And I knew I was gonna be a sobbing mess if I continued on so I paused the movie and decided to continue when I get to my dream house as then I would have the privacy to cry my eyes out lmao, but I kept getting stalled and distracted by new dream quests and storylines and I ended up waking up from my alarm before I could get back to the movieeee.😭💔😭💔😭💔

[itstheelvenjedi]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

I was tagged by @mimabeann ty! :D I’m not gonna tag 15 people bc I have fear of being that annoying so :’) if you wanna do this consider this a tag, and no pressure if not!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Not exactly. Though my name is biblical. My mom isn’t particularly religious, she just liked the name.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Literally yesterday rippp :’) having to talk to multiple diff ppl none of whom have notes on what you’ve told the other people so you have to re-live the terrible shitty awful 2 year period that was 2020 - 2022 all over again = panic attacks and lots of crying (I’m ok today just hella tired ;w;)

3. Do you have kids?

NOOOPEEE. And I never will. The bullshit from this family ends with me y’all XD

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’d have to be honest and say yea, I do. It’s prolly a defence mechanism oops. Also I just grew up like that so weh

(No. 5 is missing)

6. What’s your eye color?

Hazel! it switches between 2 of the 3 colours depending on what colour(s) I’m wearing etc. not gonna get any more specific than that bc Safety uvu

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings! I don’t hate scary movies and I will watch em on occasion but pls I’m depressed enough already I need happy endings /hj

8. Any special talents?

Apparently I’m scary good at customer service for someone with such crippling social anxiety and fear of conflict so ig that counts? lmao

9. Where were you born?

on the coast in South Africa (again, not being any more specific for safety)

10. What are your hobbies?

Drawing, writing, playing video games (SWTOR, RDR 2/RDO, The Sims 4, Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons and ARK: Survival Evolved are the usual go-tos but I have others aswell ofc), I will never not pet a (friendly) dog/cat/animal if I see it

11. Have you any pets?

I have a corn snake named Enigma, at the moment! But my finances recently took a hit so as much as I’d love to get another pet once Enigma goes I prolly won’t be able to afford any more pets. Being disabled & unable to work and yet still expected to pay hundreds of bucks a month just so you can have food to eat bc you can’t cook on your own and someone has to do it for you kinda do be like that /s

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I used to play both Tennis and Netball as a kid! I have not played a sport in over 10 years, since my hip crapped out. I can barely walk without dislocating it now, I ain’t running or jumping NOWHERE bucko LOL

13. How tall are you?

5′4″ or thereabouts, idk the exact measurement nor do I care lol

14. Favorite subject in school?

English, Biology, Drama

15. Dream job?

idk really. I’m too disabled to do the one thing I actually trained for now (working with animals). I really wanted to get a qualification in Animal Assisted Therapy forever ago and train and use therapy animals (like cats, dogs, ferrets etc.) to help people work through trauma and stuff but I struggle so much with day to day things nowadays that it’s clear to me I won’t be able to do that (and I’ve made peace with that) I guess it’d be nice to publish a book or something one day, idk *shrugs*

[drawlfoy]

detention, retention, and draco malfoy being a little shit

masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x reader

request: no not really

summary: golden trio friend y/n y/l/n tries to extract information out of draco malfoy after being placed in detention together.

warnings: swearing, panic attack kinda stuff, just the dark war things that would come w having the task that draco does

a/n: ayo so i started this as a fic i was originally planning on writing in a week. i discontinued it bc i didn’t think anyone was that interested, but i’ve written for it on and off. it’s about 16k words right now standing, but i’m reposting this as a 2 part series. here are the first ~12k words....enjoy :) IMPORTANT: if you’re like “hey i started reading this in october why tf are you reposting the first two parts” just keep reading ok lmao i promise there’s more there’s about through part 6 in here hehe. i just wanted new readers to be able to pick up on it without being turned off by the fact that it was part 3. this will b e 2 parts and at least 20k words

word count: 11.6k

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happy reading y’all

For legal purposes, the york pudding she lobbed at Pansy Parkinson’s head on Monday evening was simply meant to be a joke. She didn’t know that her aim was bad enough that it was going to get in Snape’s hair instead--honestly, it wasn’t even supposed to get past the Ravenclaw table, much less veer to the left to make a beeline for the professors--but no matter how much she tried to explain this to McGonagall, her sentence remained the same: detention every Friday. For two months.

Her life was ending for sure.

“I honestly don’t know what you were expecting,” Hermione told her as she gently wiped off the nib of her quill later that night in the common room. “Even if you had hit your mark, that’s still technically assault.”

“Did you even hear what she said to me? She told me that I looked like the type of kid that bit people in primary school,” complained Y/N. “I didn’t even think she knew what primary school was!”

Hermione snorted. “How long ago?”

“Two days. I’ve been waiting until there was something throwable on the dinner table.”

“How very analytic of you.”

“I’m going to hit you.”

“And you wonder why you’ve got detention.” Hermione tsk-ed at her, her face stone serious but her tone light hearted. “Maybe take this as an opportunity to, I don’t know, do your homework for once? So you won’t have to have a breakdown over the next Potion’s essay and beg me to write it for you?”

“I’m going to go to sleep and think terribly mean thoughts about you.”

“Have fun.”

~ 

Detention.

Something that Y/N wasn’t completely unfamiliar with--she’d done her time organizing Snape’s cabinets, just like every other Gryffindor--but it was different when it came to McGonagall. An impressive old lady, she thought that McGonagall saw something in her. She was always the first to chuckle at Y/N’s jokes and hesitated to reprimand her stupid behavior. And she never gave Y/N detention.

Until now, she supposed. 6th year was changing a lot of things--even their Potions professor--so McGonagall turning a new stone shouldn’t have been anything shocking.

At least, not as shocking as the first thing Y/N saw as she walked into her house head’s office.

“Malfoy?” she spat.

The platinum blonde didn’t even bother to look up from his desk.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall chided. “I think we would all prefer if you restrained yourself from getting into any more physical altercations with Slytherins.”

She huffed, plopping down in the chair furthest away from that foul git and reaching for her satchel.

“I’ll be back in two hours,” said the elderly professor. “If I hear anything, and I mean anything, other than the sound of studying, consider your sentence doubled.”

With a swish of her robes, McGonagall was gone, leaving her with Malfoy. 

“So what’d you do to get in here, huh? Did the administration finally get a hold of that video of you licking Voldemort’s toes?”

“What the fuck does that mean?!” he snapped, whipping around to glare at her.

“‘s just a joke,” said Y/N. “Like--how everyone says your family houses him and everything--but whatever. I can tell it’s a sore spot.”

His gaze, never withering in intensity, remained trained on her face. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Apparently so. What’re you here for?”

He exhaled sharply. “If I tell you, will you shut up and let me think?”

“No promises, but maybe.”

“Late work. I forgot to turn in the Transfiguration exam last week.”

She made a tutting sound as she lazily shuffled through the crumpled parchment in her satchel. “I expected more from you. Aren’t you gonna ask me how I wound up here?”

“No. I am going to ask you to stop talking now, though.”

~

“That’s terribly unfortunate,” Hermione said over breakfast the next morning. Ron and Harry were nervously chit chatting at the other side of the table over the Saturday Quidditch game against Hufflepuff--supposedly it was supposed to be quite a high stakes match. Not like Y/N cared much, though.

“Yeah! And the worst part was that he won’t even tease anymore. Like, he just sits there all broody and woe is me. We’re all witnessing our nation’s descent into war--he’s not special!”

“Who are you talking about?” asked Harry.

“Oh, just Malfoy,” said Y/N. “We have detention together with McGonagall. He’s such a nasty little greaseball, don’t you think? I mean, look at him right now, glowering over his cereal.”

“Wait! That’s it!”

“What’s it, Harry?” Hermione asked.

“It’s genius, really,” he said. “Y/N has to spend time with him alone every week, and we know that something is up with him. Malfoy is absolutely a Death Eater and has connections to You-Know-Who, but I just need to find a way to prove it.”

“I vaguely forecast where this is going, and I hate it already.”

“Listen, Y/N. It’s not for that long, and it’s for the health of the wizarding world. If you just get to know him--”

“Ick!”

“If you just get to know him, maybe get him to trust you and find out his secrets...we’d finally have enough to turn him in and throw him out of Hogwarts for good.”

“Is that really necessary, Harry?” Ginny butted in from her seat further down next to Dean. “Malfoy’s probably just exhausted like the rest of you. 6th year is difficult, and we have no solid evidence that he’s a Death Eater. I’m sure being stuck in a room with him for 2 hours is hard enough without pretending to be nice to him.”

“But what if Harry’s right?” said Y/N. “What if he is actually a Death Eater? What if he’s an active danger to the student body?”

“Exactly!” The joy written across Harry’s face at the prospect of someone else finally agreeing was infectious. “So will you?”

“Er…” She dragged her spoon across the top layer of her porridge. “In theory, sure. In actuality, I’m not sure how I could do it. Malfoy doesn’t want anything to do with me, either.”

“Love potion?” offered Ron.

“I don’t care how much of a prat he is, I’m not roofying him.”

“I rarely agree with you, Y/N, but I think you’re right. If you want to do this, you need to get him to trust you for real.”

“Your back-handed compliment skills never disappoint, Hermione. Do you think you could help me out with a plan?”

A slow smile spread across the girl’s face as she nodded. “That’s my strong suit.”

The plan they laid out over the remainder of the day was ambitious but at least do-able. Each week was split into different subtasks, the end goal being a somewhat tentative friendship between the two. 

“If you can flirt with him and get him to have a crush on you without scaring him off, you’d be in the best possible position,” Hermione told her as they walked back from the Quidditch pitch among the screaming Gryffindor fans. They’d won--yet again. “Obviously I don’t foresee that being likely, but if you pull it off somehow he’d probably be willing to tell you anything. The fact that you’re a pureblood is going to carry you through this whole ordeal. He’ll at least be accepting of your existence in the wizarding community.”

The bitter edge in Hermione’s tone made Y/N’s blood boil. There was no reason for Malfoy to be as prejudiced as he was--he’d spent his adolescence in Hermione’s academic dust. She was obviously smarter than him. 

“You got it, ‘Mione,” she said. Her voice barely carried over the cheers of her peers as they ascended the steps to the common room. “We’ll take this little ferret down. I can’t wait.”

“Don’t get too cocky, now.”

The Gryffindor after-party was crazy...per usual. The charmed self-filling goblets, the blasted playlist of Wizpop pumping through the air, and the buzzing energy of the room was giving Y/N a giant headache. She stood with Hermione and Harry by the edge of the crowd, watching Ron get hoisted up on the shoulders of the chasers. 

“No wonder the Slytherins think we’re Neanderthals,” Y/N mused. For once, Hermione didn’t respond. “Hermione? Is everything okay?”

The second she turned away to look at her best friend, gasps and whistles filled the room. She whipped back just in time to see Lavender Brown, a sweet but slightly ditzy girl in their year, pull away from a kiss with Ron.

“Oh shi--Hermione!”

Harry and Y/N shared a glance before darting after the witch--who had impressively already made it to the door. 

“Hermione, wait!” Y/N called as they jogged after her, throwing open the common room entrance and finding her sat by the tapestry on the other side of the hall, knees to her chest.

“‘Mione, what’s wrong?” asked Harry.

“Don’t be daft, Harry,” said Y/N. “You saw exactly what the rest of us did.”

“I don’t understa--”

“Harry.” Her voice was taut. “I know you’re just trying to help, but I think that it might be best if you let us be. Go back and enjoy the party.”

He gave her a tight, grateful smile before darting back through the door. Y/N wasted no more time in walking over to Hermione and throwing her arms around her shoulders.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispered, hugging her tight. Hermione made no move to detach them, so she continued. “Ron is an idiot. You deserve so much better--your first kiss was Viktor fucking Krum, after all. You’re hot stuff and this place is just unfortunately running dry of men who are impressive enough for you. Once you’re out of here and working in the Ministry, you’re gonna have the time of your life with men actually in your league.”

Hermione managed a sniffly laugh as she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. “It’s just so fucking embarrassing, you know. Like, I have a crush on him because I think he understands me and I smelled him in my Amortentia and I thought he’d like me back, but…” She hiccuped. “Then he goes off and kisses Lavender Brown, of all people. There’s nothing particularly wrong with her or anything, but she’s so different...I’m so bookish, and she’s so girly and everything I’m not…”

Y/N took the opportunity to tuck a lock of Hermione’s hair behind her ear as she listened.

“And it can’t help but make me think--was I ever anything to him but a friend? If the girl he ends up choosing is the opposite of me?”

“Girly, don’t think like that,” murmured Y/N. “He’s a teenage boy. They don’t think of love the way that we do--to them it’s a game of availability, not of choice. At least for Ronald. You intimidate him, and by extension, you’re not available.”

“That shouldn’t matter!”

“You’re right. It shouldn’t.” Y/N drew a long breath. “So you should find someone who always has you as their first choice--someone who isn’t intimidated by your intellect. They’re out there. I promise.”

Hermione managed a shaky smile. “Thanks, Y/N. I mean it. Do you mind if I have some alone time? I don’t think I’m ready to go back to the party but I just want some quiet.”

“Of course. Let me know if you need me,” she said, brushing herself off and making to walk down the hall.

“You’re not going back to the party?”

“Nah. It hurts my head and I want fresh air. If I’m not back here in a half hour, assume that I’ve been kidnapped.”

With that, she started her walk. She wasn’t planning on going on a long stroll--there was a small balcony that she often went to when she needed to clear her head. It was beautiful, especially on a snowy night like this.

But the walk was creepy.

There was only one way in and out--a narrow, damp hallway that had absolutely no light fixtures. If Y/N really wanted to, she could cast a quick lumos, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted to see what lived on the walls. The stairs were steep, too, but she managed to bound up all 40 of them in record time. 

“Who’s there?”

The sudden voice ripped a scream out of Y/N’s throat as she reached the top, catching a glimpse of the shadowy figure at the edge of the balcony that spoke. She clasped her hand over her mouth and she crept forward to the opening, getting a better look at the person that was in her secret spot.

The clouds shifted in the sky to allow more moonlight to cast a soft glow on Malfoy’s face, hardened with irritation.

“Malfoy?” Y/N asked, rather dumbly.

“What stellar observational skills,” he drawled. 

She felt her cheeks grow hot. “What are you doing here? This is part of the Gryffindor tower. Shouldn’t you be...I don’t know...playing hide and seek with the sewer rats in the dungeons?”

“Very funny.” His flat tone exposed the fact that he did not, in fact, find it very funny. “There’s no rule barring me from coming up here.”

“But why? This is my spot!”

“Because I wanted to get out. Now, I was here first, so unless you want your detention extended, I suggest you leave.”

Y/N bit the fiery comebacks on the tip of her tongue as the memories of her plan with Hermione began floating back to her. 

Week 1 -- Hold one neutral, civil conversation with Malfoy.

“I’ll be quiet. You won’t even know I’m here,” Y/N decided upon. leaning up against the balcony. The rogue snowflakes that made it past the overhanging roof melted on her cheeks. 

“That isn’t a suggestion,” said Malfoy. “I’m demanding you leave.”

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” Y/N asked, pointedly ignoring his words. “I’ve always loved the snow. It’s so quiet.”

“And it would be even quieter if you left.”

“Aren’t you the conversationalist?” said Y/N.

“If you don’t leave, I will hex you,” Malfoy told her through gritted teeth. 

“I just love how the moonlight reflects off of the snow,” continued Y/N. “It’s so...pure.”

“Please leave.”

On her walk back down the dank stairwell, she allowed herself a little smile. 

Task 1? Technically done.

~ 

The first week went largely as planned. Malfoy was cold and certainly suspicious of her, but he wasn’t completely venomous when Y/N asked where he got his quill from in Potions. It was silver, charmed to shimmer with flecks of forest green. He told her Barnaby’s in France, and that was that. She walked away from his table with all of her limbs attached. Perhaps that was all the progress she was going to make in the next few weeks, but the task at hand certainly made the prospect of her lost Friday afternoons more bearable. 

Harry was going completely batty, rambling on about how Malfoy was behind the mysterious cursed objects that had been floating about the castle without explanation. 

“And why would Malfoy bring cursed objects to Hogwarts if he has aspirations other than being expelled?” Hermione would ask over their books.

“You don’t understand, Hermione! You girls need to be careful walking around at night--especially you, Y/N. I don’t want you going missing after detention because of that slimeball.”

Y/N always gave him a laugh, berating him for his slight misogynistic commentary and turning back to whatever her task was, but the truth was that she was worried for him. The mental weight of the impending war and the fact that he couldn’t do anything about it was certainly getting too difficult for him to bear. It was heartbreaking to see the vivacious boy she’d grown up with crumble under the responsibilities of something he should never have to worry about in the first place.

Friday came much sooner than expected, and Y/N reluctantly left her friends in the common room to trek to McGonagall’s office. The walk was frigid and the wind bit at her cheeks as she rounded the last outdoor hall.

Why was this castle so dark?

A thump behind her made her jump, and Harry’s words came floating back to her. 

Remember all those cursed objects? What if there’s someone just...stalking the school grounds, waiting for someone like me to snatch?

She shivered, throwing herself at the office door and slamming it behind her.

“Miss Y/L/N,” Professor McGonagall greeted, her eyebrows raised in amusement. “Something giving you trouble?”

“No, Professor,” she answered, setting her bag down on the desk next to Malfoy. He sent her a curious look as well. “It’s just cold outside.”

She chuckled. “I need to go speak to Headmaster Dumbledore. I expect that, upon my return, you both are in one piece and alive.”

“I’m not sure if I’m the one who needs to be given that speech,” said Y/N, bored and testing the waters.

“She’s right, Professor,” added Malfoy. “There’s no projectiles here.”

McGonagall exhaled a long, shaky breath before brushing herself off. “Please. Behave yourselves.”

“You got it, boss,” she said as she watched her Professor walk out the door. “So, Malfoy. How was your week?”

“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I’d way prefer if you didn’t speak to me,” he said, refusing to make eye contact.

“I’m not up to anything! We’re in detention together and, I dunno, since I see you sometimes at balls, I thought it’d be nice to be on good terms.”

“Good terms?” He scoffed. “You’re a Gryffindor. I’d rather you be a bloody Hufflepuff.”

“How about neutral terms?”

Even though he wasn’t looking at her, she could catch a glimpse of him rolling his eyes. “If neutral terms mean you being quiet, then, yes. Please.”

“I’ll be plenty quiet. After I hear about your opinion on what happened in Potions today with Brown and Weasley. When Snape yelled at them for holding hands.”

He let out a sharp sigh. “Believe it or not, I actually have better things to do than keep up with whatever stuff your house does.”

“But…?” Y/N pressed. She may not’ve spent her time at Hogwarts as Malfoy’s best friend, but she had grown up with the boy, and she could tell when he was holding back.

He stared blankly at her.

“Come on. I’m literally the only person in my house who’ll openly admit that they’re disgusted by that dynamic. I’m begging you.”

She wasn’t sure if she was imagining it, but she thought she saw a flicker of amusement dance across his face for a moment. “Your house sounds more like a cult than a student group.”

“Oh, says the one from Slytherin,” said Y/N. 

“We only act like that because our families are close. What’s your excuse? Hormones and Quidditch culture?”

“Touché.” As much as she wanted to fight back, she bit her tongue. Whatever she was doing was making progress, and quicker progress than she was expecting. Her next task was to make him laugh, and she was emboldened by the fact that she could potentially be able to kill two birds with one stone. 

They sat in silence for a little bit, but this time, it was a comfortable silence. Malfoy wasn’t staring at the clock on the wall or rolling his eyes at her every move, so she had time to plot.

On one hand, she could make a fool of herself--drop her inkwell, say something stupid in class, fall down the stairs--but she had a sneaking suspicion that her sorry attempts at slapstick humor wouldn’t land well with Draco anymore. He’d become so serious lately, so solemn. This was the most light hearted she’d seen him, even compared with how he acted with the rest of his Slytherin lackeys. 

On the other, she could try to sell out her friends. She could confide in him how “big” Hermione’s teeth were (they weren’t even big) or tell him that Ron smelled of eggs (true, but that was a low blow). Something told her that this would be much more successful, but she wasn’t willing to turn to that so quickly--she was already a week ahead as it was. 

“What is it?” 

Malfoy’s bored drawl cut through her flurried thoughts. Her cheeks turned pink as she blinked, noticing that she’d been staring at him for far too long. “Nothing. Sorry. I just spaced out.”

“Sure,” he mumbled, giving her another suspicious look before turning back to his work. “Can you maybe space out somewhere other than my face?”

“Where’s your vanity, Malfoy?” she pressed as she leaned back in her chair, hair swinging over the back. 

“Shut up,” he snapped. She could tell that whatever connection they’d had in the fleeting moments beforehand was being burnt by the second, but her embarrassment and pride drove her forward.

“Merlin, what’s got you so wound up?” she prompted, noting how deliciously unraveled he looked at this. “Where’s my cool, collected Slytherin?”

He slammed hands on his desk at this, whipping around to glare at her. “What’s your angle, Y/L/N?”

“What?”

“Why are you bothering me?”

“Because I want to.” She beamed.

Malfoy ran his fingers through his hair, mussing up the usual neat manner in which it normally laid on his head. “Compelling. What do you want from me?”

“What do I want…?” She tilted her head at him, narrowing her eyes. “What?”

“You never talk to me,” he explained. “Obviously, I prefer it like that. I can’t help but wonder why suddenly you want to be making small talk. So, what is it you want from me?”

“Malfoy,” she said. “I think you’re a spoiled prick who thinks far too highly of himself and drives me insane. But I also think that you’re funnier than what my friends give you credit for. Granted, you’ve always been annoying, but I don’t want anything from you. I just want to, I dunno, make these next few months less insufferable.” Somehow the lie slipped through her teeth easier than any of her previous bluffs. 

He frowned, his mouth opening once before firmly screwing shut into a scowl. “Oh.”

“No offense, Malfoy, but what else can you offer me other than your dazzling personality?” she teased. “You know my family. I don’t need to blackmail you to pay for jewelry I’ve had my eye on or anything.”

He scoffed. “As if I’d say yes.”

“Exactly my point. It’d be fucking weird. Merlin, I’m not trying to butter you up to buy out Borgin & Burkes for me. Do I give off gold-digger vibes? Is that what this is about?”

“Fucking hell.” Malfoy turned to her in disbelief. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Answer my question. Or better yet, pull out your wallet. Wait, did I say that out loud?” She mimed surprise and covered her mouth. “Oh no! What will my mother say now that I’ve squandered my last chance of hitching you? There’s no way I can go home for Christmas break now.”

He rolled his eyes so hard she found herself worried for a moment that they were going to just permanently get stuck in the back of his head. “Hate to break it to you, but you didn’t really have a shot to begin with.”

Ouch.

She huffed and dramatically flopped over the back of her chair, hoping he couldn’t see that she’d flinched. “So you don’t think I’m pretty??” 

“Y/L/N,” he snapped, his voice a low warning. “Can I please just work? What is with you today?”

Y/N sent him a sour look before giving her Charms work another look. Malfoy was awfully quiet, and when she snuck any glances at him later on, he was angled to face away from her. 

Why did she feel like such shit all of a sudden? She cataloged the past events, trying to pinpoint the exact moment that her stomach dropped. It all made sense when the words “You didn’t really have a shot to begin with” echoed around her head once again. She’d failed Harry. She’d failed Hermione. There was no way that she was going to be able to get him to reveal his secrets now--it’s not like he was confiding in even his closest friends as Harry made apparent when he explained how vague his statements were to his fellow Slytherins on the train. Her only chance would’ve been to somehow get him to fall for her, and that wasn’t going...great. And it had been a pipedream to begin with.

When McGonagall swished back into the classroom to dismiss them, Y/N shot out of there without even looking at Malfoy again. It felt like something was lodged in her throat and she was not going to cry in front of him. No, no. She had to make it to Hermione to tell her what was going on. 

“Y/L/N?” 

Malfoy’s voice made her pause in her flee as she nearly rounded the corner in front of her, but she refused to look back. It was far enough away that it was possible she didn’t hear him.

“Wait!”

She was up the stairs and speed walking as fast as her legs could carry her to the Gryffindor tower before he even saw which way she went.

~

“I don’t think you understand,” Y/N wailed by the fire as Hermione rubbed her shoulders and Harry sat awkwardly perched on the couch. “I can’t do this. The only way this was going to work was if he had a crush on me, and I don’t think he ever will. I fucked it up! The one time you guys need me, I fuck it up! I let you down!”

Hermione’s left hand stopped its rubbing to rest firmly on her shoulder. “Please don’t be upset. You didn’t let us down. Plus, you’re only, what...two weeks in? You don’t need him to like you to make it work. Just getting him to trust you will be enough, and you’re good at that.”

“I don’t think so,” continued Y/N. “Harry said that he wasn’t even that open on the train when he overheard him talking to all of his friends. And those are purebloods that he likes! That he’s trusted and known for years and years! I’m a friend of you guys, and he knows it. I think he’d figure it out quick.”

“We should take every chance we can get,” said Harry from his spot a few feet away, his eyes lazy and unfocused on the fire crackling in front of them. “You won’t let us down if you can’t get anything, Y/N, you know that! But if you got anything from him, it’d be incredible. It’s a win-win. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

“I’m not upset,” she said, her tone becoming defensive. “I just...don’t want to mess this up. I know how much it’d mean if I succeeded.”

“So just try!” Hermione said. “There’s nothing wrong with it. I’m sorry he was kind of mean to you today, but I don’t think that should bother you too much. He should be more afraid of what you’d say if you didn’t care about being a good person.”

“Fucking right on there,” she said, wiping away the frustrated tears. “If I was honest with him, he’d leave crying. He should be grateful that I’m taking this bet so I actually have to be nice to him.”

“That’s the spirit.” Harry leaned over to smack her back like he did his Quidditch teammates after a winning match. 

After they’d parted their ways with Harry, Hermione and Y/N made their way slowly up the stairwell to the girls’ dorms. 

“Y/N?” Hermione asked, breaking the silence. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you think, er…” She paused. “Do you think you were really upset about failing us today? Or was it something else?”

“What do you mean?” Y/N furrowed her eyebrows. “I don’t see what else it would be.”

“I’m sorry,” responded the bright witch. “Forget I ever asked. It was a stupid thing to wonder about.”

“Weirdo,” she teased as she waved her a goodnight and made her way to her dorm.

The next morning, Y/N busied herself with revising her Charms essay over her breakfast--a cup of tea and a half-buttered piece of toast--while Hermione leaned over her shoulder, nodding or grimacing at the corrections she made. 

“Did you work during detention? Like, at all?”

“‘Mione,” moaned Y/N. “It’s too early for this. I don’t want a lecture. I just couldn’t focus.”

Her warm brown eyes narrowed as they bore into Y/N’s face. “Why were you distracted?”

“Oh, I, uh…” She stumbled over her words as Hermione drew closer. “Merlin, Hermione. I told you last night. I just felt like I was letting you all down.”

“Mhm,” was all she got in response before her best friend tilted her head back down to the parchment in front of her. 

Y/N sat, completely puzzled. What was Hermione on about? She’d been straightforward with what was hurting her--she didn’t want to mess up the only task the Golden Trio had ever given her--and, even if she hadn’t been, Hermione was smart enough to deduce things for herself. So what was she thinking about?

Her eyes drifted over to the Slytherin table where the usual 6th year pureblood gang loitered about, drinking black coffee and sulking--but Malfoy was not to be seen. She jumped when her eyes met Parkinson, her dark eyes burning into her soul as a deep scowl was written across her face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck do you want?” Ron’s voice pulled her back to reality to see him glaring somewhere behind her.

“I wasn’t here to talk to you,” a familiar voice drawled. 

She turned to see Malfoy standing behind her, a sneer written all across his stupidly pretty face.

“Miss me already?” asked Y/N as she raised an eyebrow and cocked her head to the side. 

“For fuck’s sake, stop doing that,” he mumbled, reaching into his pocket and throwing a box at her. “You forgot your quill. I took the liberty of properly storing it, because it seems like you lot like to just throw them in your bag. Makes me physically ill to watch.”

“Oh.” Y/N studied the intricate box in her hands before tucking it away in her knapsack. “Thanks? I guess?”

He nodded curtly, contorting his face into one last scowl to send to Ron before turning and leaving,

“So,” Hermione began, cutting her omelet at a much brisker pace, “I think we need to have a little chat. About...all of this.” 

“Why?” 

“Not right now,” she said, her voice low and her eyes flicking at Ron and Harry sitting across from them. “I don’t think it’d benefit us for them to hear.” 

“Ok?” She cautiously took a bite out of her toast and continued staring Hermione down. “You’re scaring me.”

“It’s...I don’t know. I thought I was crazy for thinking this, but it seems like we need to talk about it anyways. For this little mission of yours to work, we need to be totally open and honest with each other.”

“Sure.” Y/N took another bite. “I honestly have no clue what’s got you so on edge, though.”

“Who’s on edge?” Harry asked, leaning over the table and stealing the croissant on Y/N’s plate. 

“Hey!” she exclaimed. “Do you not see the entire plate of them over there?”

He laughed, sending her an easy grin and dunking a piece into the hot chocolate in his mug. “Finders keepers. Say, Y/N, are you busy next weekend? Ron and Lavender are going to Madame Puddingfoot’s together, and I know Hermione isn’t going to want to take a weekend off studying to go to Hogsmeade, so I thought that maybe we could go cause some trouble at the Cauldron.”

“If you stop stealing my food we can talk about it,” replied Y/N, the corners of her lips tugging up into a grin. 

“Deal.”

Hermione tugged at her arm. “I just realized I need to get something out of my room before we watch the Quidditch game. Will you come with me, Y/N?”

“Sure!” said Y/N. “Gee, I’m rolling in invitations today.”

Once they exited the dining hall, though, it immediately became evident that they were not actually heading up to the dorms. Hermione dragged her into the nearest bathroom before casting a quick silencing charm.

“Myrtle! Are you in here?” Only when she was sure silence was the only response to her question, she seemed satisfied to turn to Y/N and begin talking. “When were you going to tell me that you have a thing for Malfoy?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Y/N felt the heat that had risen to her cheeks from the last quill-encounter re-emerge.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” said Hermione. “Are you seriously going to expect me to believe that you nearly sobbed over some random pureblood git telling you you never had a chance with him because it might slow down your progress with helping us? Actually? I’ve seen you look more ecstatic about hearing that your dear granny passed away.”

“To be fair, she had really good life insurance,” Y/N cut in. “And she was an old hag. Never had a nice thing to say to me.”

“Life insurance or no life insurance...you can’t seriously expect me to believe that you were just upset about not being able to help us as much. That was ridiculous. I don’t buy it. And the way you blushed like crazy when he came over to talk to you--the way you try and pretend like you can flirt...please. Y/N, it’s clear as day. I know you, and I know you have a crush on him.”

“Hermione!” hissed Y/N. “You have no clue what you’re talking about!”

“Yes, I think I do,” she pushed. “And you need to be honest with me if you want to be of any help right now.”

Her bossiness lit a fire of rage in Y/N’s chest, but she sucked in a deep breath, shutting her eyes before releasing it. “Believe me when I say I haven’t ever acknowledged any feelings I may or may not have towards him.”

“Ok.” Her face softened. “I know it might take time, but I honestly do think I’m right. Please just...be careful. This is a really odd situation to get caught up in if you actually have feelings for the other person. You’re trying to manipulate him, for Merlin’s sake.”

“And if I have these feelings for him, I’ve done a pretty damn good job of suppressing them for however long they’ve been here.” 

Hermione sighed. “That’s true. I’m just saying that spending this much time with him is probably only going to make things worse. Will you please tell me if anything changes between the two of you?”

“Anything changes?” Y/N’s voice was dripping in disbelief. “You’re joking. Even if I was obsessed with him I don’t think there’s ever a chance of hell in anything ‘changing’ between us. He said it himself.”

“You know what I mean, Y/N,” responded Hermione. “Just promise me, ok?”

“Ok,” said Y/N. “I promise.”

That seemed to satiate Hermione as she nodded approvingly at her friend. “I think it goes without saying that Ron and Harry shouldn’t hear about this.”

“There’s nothing to hear about, but yes.” She shuffled her feet before meeting Hermione’s eyes again. “Er, I’m sorry for this being a weird question, but would you mind coming along with me and Harry to Hogsmeade? I don’t really see him like...that...and I don’t want to read into it too much and reject him if he is doing it just platonically, but just in case. Y’know.”

“Sure,” said Hermione, even though her face took on that curious expression yet again. “Anyways, you actually did forget something--you’re not wearing a single piece of Gryffindor colors for our game today. You should probably run back to your dorm before Harry and Ron notice.”

After they said their goodbyes, Y/N found herself turning over the things Hermione had said to her in her head. Did she like Malfoy? No, no fucking way. But a part of her really did think he was funny. And of course it was natural to feel rejected when anyone insinuates that they’d never consider you as a romantic interest without jest. 

Once she’d made it up to her room and grabbed a few scarves, Y/N made to put her red cloak into her satchel. Her fingers ghosted over the box that Malfoy had given her and scoffed once she saw the Malfoy crest engraved into the rich wood. 

Narcissistic snot.

Her curiosity got the better of her as she reached over to open up the elaborately decorated box. What met her was not just one quill but two--one of which was most certainly not her own. 

She took them both out, tossing the old one in a pile with her other trusty familiar white feather quills and picked up the other one. It looked familiar--identical to the quill that she’d complimented Malfoy on in Potions about a week ago. Butterflies began to flutter like crazy in her stomach as she turned it over in her hand, watching the gray and green glitter together and the magic sparkles cast a gentle light over her bed. She generally avoided dipping into her family’s pockets to get school supplies any more than she had to--it’s not like it made her friends feel good about themselves when they were reminded how rich her family was--but this might be what she could consider to be an exception. She hadn’t even liked his quill all that much when she first saw it in Potions--but it was one of those things that was so noticeable that it made sense to compliment him. 

She gave it one last look before tucking it back away into the elaborately decorated box. Perhaps she had spoken too soon when she’d told Hermione all hope was lost. 

~ 

When Monday morning Potions class with the Slytherins rolled around, Y/N wasted no time. Malfoy was alone--even his Slytherin lackeys seemed to know not to bother him. Just what she needed.

“Malfoy,” she greeted, setting her bag down on his table and looking him dead on. He raised to meet her eyes, his eyebrow raised.

“Can I help you?”

“I just wanted you to know that I also really like your immense fortune,” she said. “And your manor.”

“Well, a lot of people do,” he mumbled as he looked away to dig through something in his bag. If she didn’t know any better, she would’ve thought he was blushing.

“I’m just letting you know,” she continued. “In case you were wanting to give them away. It worked for the quill, so I thought, well, why not?”

He exhaled, a deep and annoyed sound escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes up to the ceiling. “I knew I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You really didn’t have to.”

“I was getting sick of it,” he told her. “I never can stick with one quill for too long, and I thought it’d be a shame to toss it. I thought it’d be better to be charitable--it’s not like your family could get an appointment at Barnaby’s if they tried.”

“Hey!” Y/N said indignantly. “You don’t know that!”

“I’ve heard your parents try to speak French,” he said. “If you’re anything like them, you'll be barred from ever entering the country.”

“Malfoy!” 

His lips turned up into a smile, a soft laugh escaping his lips. Y/N suppressed the urge to grin in return. Task 3? Done. “What?”

“I can’t even argue with you,” she said. “It’s tragic.”

She stared at the empty stool next to him, wondering if she should just take the leap and sit with him. Malfoy seemed unbothered by her presence as he opened up his Potions book and set it next to his cauldron. “Do you want a partner?” The words left her lips before she could stop them.

He cast her a curious look before glancing at the empty stool. “It depends. Are you going to be annoying?”

She gasped in faux-offense. “What makes you think I could ever be annoying?”

“On that note, I think you better get back to Potter.” He motioned with his head towards the side of the room where most of her Gryffindor friends were chatting. Harry was staring at her, his fists clenched by his side.

Y/N smirked and sent him a wink. 

“On that note,” she said, careful to imitate Malfoy’s drawl and sending him a smug grin, “Maybe I better sit here.”

“Hm.” He awarded her one more uninterested look before rolling up his sleeves and setting out the ingredients for the potion they were brewing--Amortentia. 

She tried not to make it too obvious that she was staring at his left arm, but there was nothing on it like Harry had told her. It was just pure, unblemished pale skin that shimmered under the light. Before he could catch her looking, she quickly sat down and started pulling out her own things. After a short pause, she decided to take out the silver quill. She’d left his box back in her room--she wouldn’t be caught dead with something that had the Malfoy crest on it--but she’d wrapped it in a pouch with her own family’s emblem on the front, shimmering in gold and red.

“Why don’t you just buy your own charmed quills?” asked Malfoy after they had chopped all of the gillweed. 

“You already know. We’re an abomination to the French. We aren’t allowed entry.”

“That’s not what I mean.” His tone was meant to read as exasperated, but his words still seemed good-natured.

“I...well.” She frowned. She’d never confessed this to anyone, but she supposed that Malfoy wasn’t going to find a way to use it against her. “I don’t like to flaunt my family wealth. I think it makes people, at least in Gryffindor, like me less. I learned that pretty early on.”

He hummed something in response before sliding all the gillweed into the cauldron, turning the clear liquid into a bubbling forest green. 

“Why are you being so nice to me all of a sudden?” she asked. 

He took his time finishing the note he was jotting down before he answered. “I’m not being nice. It’s just called being civil. You said it yourself, we see each other at balls sometimes.”

“We probably won’t anymore, though,” she mused. 

Malfoy’s eyebrows shot up, but his voice remained low and steady. “No. I suppose that we probably won’t. Is your family part of the Order?”

“Hm. Are you a Death Eater?” she asked brazenly. He had no business asking her something like that, and he knew it. Especially not with his family connections.

“What do you think?” he drawled, waving his bared left arm in front of her face.

“Bullshit. That doesn’t mean anything after we learned Glamour spells last year.”

“Guess you’ll just have to trust me, then,” he responded, focusing intently on the bubbling liquid in front of him instead of her face. 

“I guess so,” she replied. The weight of her Glamour comment began to sink in--she was right, after all. How had she not thought of it before? 

But he was right when he told her she just had to trust him. Could she? Y/N rested her chin in the palm of her propped hand as she watched him work. A piece of disobedient moonbeam blonde hair dangled over his forehead as he diced up the unicorn tail, his eyebrows furrowed in focus.

“Is this why you want to be my partner?” he finally asked after a few moments of silence. “So you can just stare at me while I do all the work?”

“There’s the vain Draco I know,” she said, grinning as she leaned over to punch his shoulder. 

He rolled his eyes again, scooting out of arm's reach before flipping back to Amortentia in his book. “You’re insufferable. And it’s Malfoy to you.”

“Fine, fine, Malfoy,” said Y/N. “What do you want me to do, then?”

He shoved his cutting board towards her, the half-diced unicorn tail staring up at her. “Finish dicing this and then stir it in. 9 times clockwise. I did almost all of the work, but it should be finished after that.”

Y/N sent him another glare before doing as he said. The glittering quill kept catching her attention from the corner of her eye, and she couldn’t help but notice that Malfoy was writing with just a plain white quill for the time being. HE really did just give it to me. 

After the final ingredients were diced, she began to stir, each rotation around the cauldron turning the potion to a different color. It began as the bubbling green, then a deep sea blue, then a royal purple, a crimson blood red, a glimmering gold--before settling into a pale silver.

“Wow. It’s beautiful,” she breathed. “It’s like...liquid starlight.”

“All thanks to me,” said Malfoy. “You didn’t even have to crush the Mandrake root.”

“You’re such a gentleman, Malfoy.” Her voice dripped in fake sincerity. “So, what do you smell?”

Y/N was expecting him to scowl at her and tell her that it wasn’t any of her business, but he actually leaned over the cauldron and shut his eyes. 

“I’ve never been good at explaining what things smell like.” 

“Fair.”

Once he leaned back, she took his place, shutting her eyes and breathing in a tendril of the beautiful potion. “Whoa.”

“What’s it for you?”

“I don’t...know,” she admitted. “It’s not something I can describe note by note. It kind of reminds me of something, though.”

“Something with Potter, I presume?” he said, casually twirling his generic white quill around his fingers.

“No,” she answered, surprised at how honest she was being. “It’s…I’m trying to think. Er, it’s very lavish. It reminds me of when I was younger and my parents would drag me to galas and balls and whatnot.” 

He stared at her in silence.

“What about you? Does it remind you of anything?”

“Yeah.” Malfoy reached forward to put a lid on the cauldron, effectively shutting out the steam from reaching either of them.

“Ooh, have you figured it out yet?” she teased, crossing her legs and turning to face him head on. “Let me guess. Is it someone like…”

She paused, a wicked smile stretching across her face. “Oh my god, is it Hermione? Or Luna? Or...help me out here!”

“No.” His voice was sour. 

“Ah, it’s Parkinson then, isn’t it? Tell her I’m sorry for throwing food at her if you ever have the chance. Make sure to add the part where I’m more sorry that I missed.” 

“Y/L/N!”

“It’s okay. I’d be a little let down, too.”

“Can you please just…” He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “Please just stop. I haven’t figured it out. Okay? Happy now?”

“I’ll leave you alone,” said Y/N. “Under one condition. You give me a hint. I’ve given you everything I know! This isn’t fair.”

“This doesn’t have to be fair,” he hissed.

Y/N kept the easy smile plastered on her face while she waited, her eyebrows raised in anticipation.

“You’re not going to let up until I tell you, are you?”

“You’d be right on that,” she said, sugary sweet.

“Fine. It’s something kind of floral.” 

“How descriptive,” she snorted as she slumped back in her stool, thinking hard. Where had she smelled it before? Y/N shut her eyes, leaning her head back and trying to immerse herself into the memory that had surfaced. It smelled like grandeur, like an open ballroom full of guests wearing expensive perfumes. She could feel spinning, spinning like she was with a dance partner. Who was it? She couldn’t quite remember--the last ball she’d been to had been years ago--but after she leaned forward and smelled the Amortentia once more time, she came to a conclusion.

“I had to have danced with him at a gala before,” she announced to Malfoy, who was looking quite unimpressed. “So I know it’s no one from Gryffindor.”

“Interesting,” was all he said before turning to his parchment and jotting something down.

Late that night, while Y/N was settling into bed, a strange idea struck her. Sure that the thought that was nagging her was completely fruitless, she had no trouble with reaching into her desk and pulling out the Malfoy box. She just had to check if she wanted to sleep well.

Here goes.

She closed her eyes, imagining the expensive scent of her Amortentia. Then she opened it, stuck her nose into the fabric, and breathed in.

Well, fuck. 

~

The internal debate going through Y/N the next day at the breakfast table was intense. On one hand, she really, really wanted to just tell Hermione that Malfoy had been in her Amortentia and she was completely fucked, but on the other…

She glanced at the witch next to her as she methodically sliced her toast into perfect, equivalent squares before dunking them in jam. Y/N liking Malfoy was not going to fit into her toast cubes. If she said anything, she would lose her excuse to talk to her about him. And her excuse to try and get close with him. 

Perhaps I can figure it out tomorrow. 

When tomorrow came, she still hadn’t made progress. Y/N was beginning to think that her so called “revelation” after they brewed Amortentia was truly just complete and utter bullshit. So what that his quill box smelled like it--all rich people kind of smelled the same at some points, and so did their houses. There was a reason why she couldn’t immediately pin the scent to anything--it wasn’t like she even knew what Malfoy smelled like.

But the truth remained that she was still attracted to someone who happened to be a rich Slytherin--so naturally, her mind began to wander. There’s no way it was Zabini--his mother owned a fragrance line, and she would’ve instantly recognized the cologne that she knew Mrs. Zabini made him wear--and there was absolutely no way that it was Crabbe or Goyle, so the only other Slytherin it left was...Nott? But that didn’t make sense either--she’d never spoken to him before in her life, even less than Malfoy. So perhaps it would be better if she didn’t think on it.

The next day of potion brewing came on a stormy Wednesday. Malfoy and Y/N worked silently together to brew a Draught of Dreamless Sleep. She was surprised to see how practiced his movements were--he didn’t even have to reference the book to recite the exact measurements and directions.

“Do you have bad dreams or something?” she asked, mostly as a joke. He didn’t seem to pick up on the light-heartedness and stiffened up.

“No?”

“Gee, you’re talkative today,” Y/N said, trying to ignore how her hand brushed his by accident when she added the scoop of anjelica. 

“Excuse me for not entertaining you,” he drawled. “I wasn’t expecting to have such a needy potions partner today.”

“I am not needy!” she gasped, smacking his arm. “I’ve sat in silence for a full hour!”

He rolled his eyes (he was always rolling his eyes) and gave the potion one more final stir before setting the lid on the cauldron. “Think you can do that again? It needs to simmer for that long.”

“Just because you’re so sweet to me,” crooned Y/N before pulling out a heavy book from her satchel. Her Charms exam was tomorrow, and, naturally, she had decided to save all of her revising work until the night before. The textbook stared back at her as she jotted a few notes onto a previously blank sheet of parchment. The quill in her hands was light and glided across the paper like the tears of Merlin, something that she had forgotten quills could do. All of her familiar basic quills were okay, but they were prone to skidding and breaking. This nib hadn’t worn down in the slightest, still at a smooth and defined peak.

Y/N couldn’t believe that, out of all people, the person to give her such a thoughtful gift was Draco Malfoy. She tried to sneak a glance at him then, moving her curtain of hair away from her face. It took all she had in her to not be startled at the fact that he was already looking back, a slightly concerned expression etched into his face.

“Is something wrong?” 

He snapped out of it the moment the words left her lips, his face hardening. “No.”

“Forget I ever asked,” she responded, turning away from him for good and focusing on her textbook. No, there was no way he could be what she smelled in her Amortentia. She liked to think that her subconscious wasn’t secretly a masochist.

~

Friday evening swung around again, much to Y/N’s dismay. She’d had a talk with Hermione later on in the week, confirming that no, she did not smell Malfoy in her Amortentia, and that yes, she was still abiding by the plan that Hermione had so carefully laid out for her. It did bother her a bit that she could be lying to her on both fronts--but at the end of the day, she was going to get the answers that Harry wanted, no matter what. 

She just had to get through the scary ass castle first. She’d forgotten how spooky Hogwarts was after her previous sprint to the door, and this time she was positively trembling by the time she turned another dark corner on her way to McGonagall’s office. Yet another cursed item had been found in the girl’s lavatory on the 3rd floor, right by some of the classes that she had taken earlier in the week. The fact that whoever was out there was capable of dark magic and actively wanted to hurt people terrified her, all that Gryffindor bravery be damned. 

So when she heard footsteps suddenly right beside her, it was no wonder that she jumped feet in the air.

“Fuck!” she sputtered, turning to see a very familiar blonde in Slytherin robes. He was frozen in place, curiously looking her up and down.

“Am I interrupting something?”

“Malfoy,” Y/N said, resisting the urge to melt into a puddle of relief at the sight. This wasn’t right--wasn’t he a suspected Death Eater? “You scared me.”

He scoffed, digging his hands into his pockets. “You’re supposed to be the brave ones, right?”

“Huh?”

Malfoy motioned to her Gryffindor jumper. 

“Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks as she realized what he meant. “I dunno. I just get jumpy around the castle at night.”

“No shit.” They’d begun to walk now, side by side. Y/N couldn’t remember ever walking with him before--she’d always been late. “Do you think I forgot the way you screamed when you saw me at the tower?”

“Shut up,” she grumbled, reaching over and giving him a healthy shove. 

They walked in silence together. Malfoy moved noticeably slower than he normally did so he wouldn’t leave Y/N’s shorter legs in tow. McGonagall seemed pleasantly surprised to see Malfoy hold the door open for her.

“I’m glad to see you two getting along,” she said, giving Y/N a hesitant nod before grabbing the stack of papers on her desk. “I’ll be back momentarily.”

After she exited the room with a swish of her deep maroon robes, Malfoy turned to her. “Are you scared of the dark or something?”

She turned, ready to send a biting retort his way, before she noticed how gray his pallor looked...and how big the circles under his eyes were. “You look like shit, Malfoy. Is everything okay?”

He rolled his eyes. “Don’t change the subject.”

“Oh. Um…” Y/N pause before deciding that the little tidbit of information she was about to reveal wasn’t that important anyways. “I’m just on edge at night at Hogwarts is all. Especially with all that weird shit going on with all the cursed objects. So I kind of hate walking to and from detention.”

Malfoy let out something that sounded like a strained laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question. Is everything okay?”

“None of your business,” he snipped. “I just had a bad night.”

“Do you have trouble sleeping?” she asked, unable to keep herself from prying.

“Something like that.”

“Have you tried lavender?”

“I’m sorry?” He frowned.

“Lavender. Like the essential oil. It’s nothing magical,” she explained. “I just like to spray it in my bed sometimes before I sleep. Or I’ll use a few drops in a diffuser. I have trouble sleeping too, all the time, actually.” She shut her mouth before she had any chance to ramble further.

“It sounds a bit too floral for my taste.”

“Here.” Y/N dug around in her satchel, searching for the tiny spray bottle she kept with her at all times. “Borrow this and spritz your pillow with it before you sleep, and then tell me it’s too floral. I promise it helps.”

He glared at her. She extended her hand with the white bottle that was covered in purple decor, raising her eyebrows expectantly. “I won’t tell anyone that you have it if that’s what you’re worried about or whatever.”

“Fine,” he snapped, snatching it from her hand and dragging his fingers over her palm for just a second. “Don’t expect me to actually try it, though.”

“Just give it a sniff.” 

He huffed, but to her surprise, he actually uncapped the top and held the spray hole up to his nose, inhaling in once.

The effect was immediate. Malfoy’s face completely drained of color, becoming even grayer than he’d been when she first saw him under the light. The briefest expression of surprise fleeted over his face before he wiped it off, replacing it with something unreadable and tossing it back at her. “I’m not using this.”

“Why not?”

“Not quite my taste,” he spat.

Y/N was shocked by the sudden outburst, watching as he continued to glower at his desk. “I don’t understand. It really does help you sleep. I know it seems stupid, but I...really think you should try it. Just once, if anything.”

“Why does it matter so much to you?”

“Because I--” Y/N stopped herself before she let her mouth run without check. “I know what it’s like is all. I feel like shit if I don’t sleep. Plus, I have to spend time with you every Friday. I imagine that you’ll be slightly more tolerable if you sleep more.”

“Hm.” He sent her a particularly venomous glare. “Thanks for your concern. Consider me uninterested, though.”

“You break my heart,” she teased, pulling back her hand and placing the bottle on the corner of her desk. An idea struck her.

“And just what are you smiling about?” Draco said. His lips were turned into a sour frown. 

“Nothing, nothing,” she responded, her voice adopting a sing-song quality. All she had to do now was wait. 

He exhaled, a deep and exasperated sound. Then he turned back to whatever was in front of him.

McGonagall entered the room a few minutes later, nodding cordially at the comfortable silence the two students were in. What she didn’t know was that Y/N was waiting, just waiting for Malfoy to dig through his satchel and stop paying attention to his quill.

She got her opportunity a few minutes later, when McGonagall called him up to look over his latest Transfiguration homework.

“Mr. Malfoy, I’m happy to see that you’re taking more initiative in getting your assignments done...I have to say that you had me a bit concerned…”

While her professor kept Malfoy occupied, Y/N darted over and grabbed his quill. 

Ha.

Malfoy frowned down at his desk when he returned, giving Y/N a suspicious look.

“What is it, Malfoy?” she said, hoping her voice conveyed nothing that might hint that she took something of his.

“Nothing.”

“Hm.”

The rest of detention passed without any more discussion. Y/N was eager to run up to her dorm and set up her plan to be carried out the next morning, but she calmed her bouncing leg and forced herself to keep a straight face when McGonagall dismissed them.

“Got somewhere to be, Y/L/N?” Malfoy’s voice called after her as she sped down the hall towards the Gryffindor tower. 

“What’s it to you?” she fired back.

He didn’t respond. Instead, he picked up his pace until he was walking next to her.

“Aren’t the Slytherin dorms the other direction?” she asked.

“I don’t know. Are they?” 

She allowed herself to be amused by the way words flowed out of his mouth when he was slightly out of breath. “Why are you walking with me?”

“You said it yourself.” He kept his eyes cast on the cobblestones below them. “You don’t like walking alone at night.”

“Uh...oh.” Against her will, her feet froze and she was glued to the ground. “You’re joking, right?”

If the lighting wasn’t so dim, Y/N would have good reason to believe he was blushing with how intently he was studying his fingernails. “By all means, I can be.”

“No! No, I didn’t mean it like that,” she said, the words tumbling out of her mouth. “Er...I’d like you to. If you want to, that is.”

He shrugged, an elfish expression spreading across his face as he took in how nervous she was. “Well, come to think of it, you didn’t ask me to. I suppose I better get back to the Slytherin dorms anyways. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere near the Gryffindor Tower right now.”

“Why?” she squeaked.

“Oh, you know, I don’t think it’s a coincidence that most of the cursed things showed up on your side of the castle, yeah?”

She gulped.

“I gotta get going. Don’t want to stand around here too long. This place gives me the creeps.” With that, he turned and began walking away.

“Malfoy?” She hated how timid her voice sounded. “Consider this me asking you to walk with me.”

He slowly faced her, a sly grin plastered all over his face. “Oh? Did I hear that correctly? Do you want me to?”

“I’m only going to say this once,” she said, putting her hands on her hips and trying her best to look intimidating. “Walk with me. Please.”

“I guess I’ll take it.” Malfoy glided down the hallway to her in just a couple steps, sending her yet another smug look.

“You made up that whole ordeal about Gryffindor Tower being targeted, didn’t you?” asked Y/N as they rounded the corner to reach the staircase leading up to the common room.

“You bought it, didn’t you?” 

“Who says I didn’t just want you to walk with me?” pushed Y/N. This was as close to flirting as it would ever get for her--but it looked like, somehow, things were falling into place. The heat in her cheeks must’ve been from the excitement of making progress. 

Malfoy’s toe caught on the first stair and, if it weren’t for Y/N’s steady grip on his arm, would’ve made him go sprawling across the stone steps. 

“Merlin, Malfoy,” she said, immediately dropping her grip from his shoulder. “What’s gotten into you?”

He responded with an unceremonial snort and a withering glare. The rest of the walk was done in silence, and Y/N noted how careful his footwork became around the Gryffindor steps.

“This is me,” she finally said once they reached the tapestry for the Gryffindor dorms. He seemed surprised, and only then did it strike her that he’d probably never seen the entrance himself before. “Thanks for being such a gentleman.”

“I live to serve,” he drawled.

And just like that, he was gone.

~

Her plan was simple. She had located an extra monogrammed pouch in her cabinet, a rich mahogany color with her family crest in a vivid gold, and placed both his quill and the lavender bottle. She would corner him after breakfast or follow him out of the Great Hall and show him then.

However, it was becoming increasingly obvious that Malfoy was not coming to Saturday morning breakfast. Many people didn’t, but Y/N had never known him to miss it. His normal spot was vacant, and it certainly wasn’t a house-made decision as all of his Slytherin friends were present and accounted for. Y/N couldn’t say for sure, but she could see Parkinson turning her head to the entrance every time the doors thudded open before glancing back to Malfoy’s empty seat when it turned out to be someone else.

Where was that loser?

“Excuse me,” she said to the trio as she stood up and brushed off her skirt. “I think I’m going to go get some fresh air. I have a bitch of a headache.”

Hermione and Harry expressed their sympathies while Ron gave her a characteristic mumble through his mouthful of bread, and she was off with the pouch secured in her cloak pocket.

It was a clear November morning, clearly Mother Nature’s attempt to slowly move the world from the crisp autumn to a cold winter. The sky was clear and the sun’s rays warmed her skin at a slanted angle, casting weak shadows across the courtyard.

If I were Malfoy, where would I go to sulk?

The obvious answer was either the Slytherin common room or his own dorm, but that was without a doubt out of question for her. She wasn’t even sure if she possessed the knowledge to guess which corridor the entrance was in, much less work out the password herself. Beyond that, just getting into the common room and waiting would be...She shivered. It would be a terrible idea while she was clearly wearing a cloak in Gryffindor red and gold trim. 

As she continued her aimless wander around the castle, she heard the slightest sound from the girl’s bathroom on the second floor. It wasn’t ever really in use--no one came in there to actually use the loo unless they wanted Myrtle to materialize and tell them her supernatural troubles while they were in the middle of their personal business--but it was often the source of strange happenings. 

Like the cursed objects she thought to herself, her nails digging into her palms. But did she care about that right now? Surely cursed objects seemed somewhat...suspicious. Dark magic was difficult to hide, and to a pureblood eye that grew up around magical objects, cursed things shouldn’t be impossible to spot. 

And, plus, it was Malfoy she was looking for. None of the students had died from the curses so far, and if she was able to break through and learn something, or at the very least gain his trust, the reward to the Order would be more than worth it.

She stepped in, expecting to see an entirely empty bathroom with perhaps a ghost rattling around at the sink. Instead, a different sight awaited her.

Draco Malfoy was clutching the edge of the cracked sink basin in front of him, rocking himself back and forth and shaking. From her vantage point, she could see that he was dressed in his normal garb--a black ensemble--but his hair was unruly and messy, sticking up in the back like he’d hurriedly tugged something over his head.

A strangled gasp grounded her and halted her curious observations. Malfoy began to make these awful sobbing sounds, like he could barely manage to breathe. 

Y/N was frozen in place as she surveyed her options. If she stayed and tried to talk to him, he might react in anger or hurt her. But if she just left him, like this, all alone...She swallowed once before stepping forward.

“Malfoy? Are you okay?” Obviously he’s not, you bint said a voice deep in her brain. She pushed it aside as he swung around, his wand raised and his eyes blazing. “Whoa! I’m not going to...Put your wand down!”

He stared at her, his eyes wide with horror as he continued to shake, so much so that his wand slipped out of his hand and clattered to the floor. Without thinking, Y/N reached into her pocket and flung her wand away, holding her hands up.

“I’m not going to try anything. I promise.”

As she drew closer, she could see the remnants of tears on his wet cheeks and the way that his silver eyes were rimmed with a bloodshot red. 

“You shouldn’t be here,” he hissed, his voice weak and cracking. 

“Neither should you. This is the girl’s bathroom.”

final a/n: ok so lmk if you guys wants me to continue. i really did not edit the last half fjkdsal;f also kinda made this an au where malfoy tried to assassinate dumbledore. with more than one cursed object but dw it’ll all make sense ill clear that up 😭

[sailorhyunjinz]

Alright so since bangchan is the type to definitely have trust issues and super insecure i feel like he had a relationship before but was faced with reality that is nothing lasts forever. So that's why i think even he feels like a perfect relationship exists and won't date anyone easily. My point is what's that thing that would make skz members date you👀👀

no this is so fun, IM REALLY GONNA TRY TO LIKE,,, be a spiritual queen (LMAOJGDAHSD IM NOT BUT LIKE,,, lemme pretend like i am) but i think i would have to agree with you. BUT LEMME SEE WHAT I CAN SENSE

also all the astrology in this is kinda half assed since we dont know their exact birth time BUT LETS JUST KINDA,,, wing it. also not saying that someone only needs one of these aspects in an relationship, you obviously need all of them but these are just the ones that stood out more than others. 

Bangchan

Trust.

ohoho,,, this is important.

his trust has been broken far too many times and therefore he doesnt trust people as easily (just like anon said heh,,)

except,,, he does,, because as soon as somebody shows even an ounce of affection he pours his entire soul into this person

which is both good and bad

you have to be the one to open up first because he’s now hesitant

take the first step, show him that you’re actually interested in his mind, his thoughts, his soul, everything about him

only then will he know whether you are worth his time or not.

Minho

Mystery.

he loves people that are hard to get 

not too much tho cause then he will lose interest completely

but if you are mysterious it means that he gets to uncover your personality bit by bit

he will know things no one else knows about you

which makes him feel so special 

he likes this mutual exchange you guys have when the both of you get to know each other more and more since he’s also kinda mysterious in the beginning

but then when you actually do get to know him its so rewarding and vice versa

ah,,, he’s the cutest, showing sides of himself he doesnt show to anyone else!

also wanting to add this; scorpio sun, scorpio venus... I MEAN COME ON,,,

Changbin

Loyalty

i get this feeling that he’s VERY picky 

its not that he thinks he’s better then anyone else, he’s very humble and stuff 

but he’s afraid to get hurt?? or like get in a relationship that will end messy

and so he’s VERY careful,,, but if you show him that you are loyal to him and ONLY him he will love you unconditionally. 

i mean nobody likes someone thats not loyal duh but its so important for his to know that you will stick with him through his,,, even a bit questionable ideas and plans

but he makes it up to you since he’s always very loving because you give him this sense of being appreciated and seen

which feeds his sun and moon leo OOP- 

Hyunjin

Respect. 

if he’s not careful he will date the wrong people

and he will forgive them even if they’ve hurt him

he’s too nice for his own good basically

so if you show that you have respect for his bounderies he will love you more than anyone

he expects you to treat him the same way he treats you 

which is very very good btw

very respectful of bounderies and always asks for permission whatever it might be 

he’s also very emotional (pieces sun and pieces venus,,, yikes)

NOT THAT THERES ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT

but he gets to get his emotions tangled and devalues them

so please,,, take care of this ferret boy. 

Jisung

Emotional Intelligence

i know everybody likes to think of him as this always happy person, an actual giggle machine but his thoughts are very deep

this is gonna sound weird but if you display weaknesses he has mad respect for you

somebody that is in tune with their feelings and can help others with genuine advice and not just telling them to “calm down” or “not worry” 

THAT!! THAT IS HIS KINK (lmao- ok stop making this sexual)

he doesnt want to be alone in his struggles and if you have been through something similar to him he will cling to you as if theres no tomorrow

HE’S A SENSITIVE BABY :((

Felix

Comfort. 

i dont know why but i keep hearing the word “ok” or “i am ok” which is great but,,, i feel like he craves that, he craves someone that will keep him in that “ok” state.

he’s afraid of his feelings.

sounds ~deep~ but whenever he’s feeling down he tends to be drawn to comforting people

like chan for example! ok sure,,, chan is their leader but he’s a very comforting soul and he just throws himself onto him

he would so the same with a s/o

show him a safe space and he will never leave~! 

he’s been alone many times in his life and he never wants to be there again and therefore he will be very clingy 

but its cute

BUT PLEASE DONT BREAK THIS SAFE SPACE FOR HIM UNLESS YOU WANT HIM TO BREAK :((

Seungmin

Innocence.

not in like,,, a sexual sense or whatever but more like,,, kinda this free spirit that both wants to lead him and be led kinda??

he likes to take care of people but doesnt get to do that too often so if you show that you like to be taken care of he will do it kinda subconsiously

almost like a mama bird taking care of their baby (w-wait this is so cute :c)

hmmm i feel like he’s very much also kinda a free spirit,, liking whoever he likes, whoever he vibes with

but theres one thing that will never ever attract him and thats being quarrelsome

yeah sure! voice your opinions! he’s all for that but dont be defensive, starting arguments because he’s a) scared of argumentative people and b) will get tired of trying to battle you with words

Jeongin

Charm

this is gonna be so fitting but he wants a fox-like partner

somebody that knows how to use their brain and can captivate others with their general charisma

somebody whose scent will linger around but who is never seen

its very very sexy,,, when you have this confidence about you, walking around like you know who you are and what your purpose is

he also likes it if you can give him actual feedback and voice your opinion!

he wants to learn from you, look up to you and be you good little boy

that doesnt mean he can’t be leading, he definitely can but he wants someone reliable to lean back on sometimes

wants to be cuddled

bonus points if you’re very giggly and touchy sometimes

[fekst-fucker]

mothman anon is back again lmao. Can i get some creeps of your choice with a s/o that owns a long furby? like a looooooooong long furby.

LONG FURBY!!!!! LONG FUCKING FURBY HELL YEAHHHHHHHHHH

Eyeless Jack

- He was skeptical at first. Like “what is this, a ferret? Why is it almost as tall as I am. Very impressive”

- But now he fucking loves this thing

- He doesn’t want to know what it is, don’t bother explaining it, all he knows is he finally understands why people like having snakes so much

- He’ll just wrap it around his neck and lay there with in on the bed, he doesn’t wear it around the mansion bc he’s afraid it’ll get ruined but it’s like a little neck pillow for him as he sleeps :,)

- You’ve walked into his room or your room several times to see him cuddling the furby and purring over it

- Fun fact! This six-foot-long furby made him find out that he kneads like a kitten! Because he woke up once n it was ripped

- Not in tatters but like pretty close

- He felt SOOO bad but with his basic surgery sewing skills he helped put it back together uwu

Bloody Painter

- Obviously obsessed with it. Furbys are already a little scary, in a cute way

- But an e l o n g a t e d one??? Perfect

- He immediately wants to make a matching one to hang up above his paintings or collages

- “Oh that’s perfect, I already have left over fabric so you can started with that- Helen, why are you holding a skinning knife”

- “....… craft fabric, of course. I was going to cut the craft fabric with the knife.” “Did you.… were you going to make a long furby out of real animal hide?” “No. Preposterous.” As he’s like kicking all his hunting gear back under his bed 😒

- You did make another one with but he insisted that it be cow print. You made him paint the cow print on the fabric because you were NOT about to have him slaughter a cow RIGHT outside the mansion

- He wears it like a boa around the mansion, everyone covets his gorgeous long cow snake furby thing and tbh he’s loving the attention

Ben

- “WOOOHAOOOAH!!! (Y/N) WHAT IS THAT THING! IS THAT A FUCKING LONG FURBY??? YEEEEEEAAAAAHA”

- He snatched it off the bed and just fucking ran around with it like he was 2 years old

- Anyway he has a matching long worm on a string that he made from a tik tok tutorial. He insists that they’re best friends

- He’s a 90s baby, of course he had a furby! It was neon green and a lil ugly but he loved it

- So man does this bring back memories

- It’s like his little arm chair if he plays video games

- He treats it like a real pet? Like when he’s talking to someone he’ll absentmindedly be stroking the fur, wiggling it around, asking it questions like “you hungry buddy? Nah I’m playing lmfao”

- He has never been more at peace than in the presence of you and your long furby ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Clockwork

- I know this probably isn’t what you were expecting but she fucking hates it lmfaoooo

- She can’t look at it

- The first time she walked into your room she saw it, froze, and just.… looked at it for like a minute straight

- “Natalie? Nat, are you okay? What’s wrong?” “ᴵ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵃᵗᵉ ᶠᵘʳᵇʸˢ ʷʰʸ ᶦˢ ʰᵉ ˢᵒ ᶠᵘᶜᵏᶦⁿᵍ ˡᵒⁿᵍ”

- Nonetheless she appreciates your love for it and if you handcrafted him, which is the only way to obtain one of these bad bois, she will be very impressed

- She just won’t be around you if you have the furby out

- Okay, that’s a lie. She can’t resist cuddling with you, even if the furby is there. She’ll just be staring at it like this the whole fucking time 👁👄🕗

- One time you curled it on top of her while she was sleeping and waited for her to wake up. You forgot about it and left to do something else, but sure enough like half an hour later there was a bloodcurdling scream from your bedroom

- And when you got up there she was perched like up on your fucking dresser like a cat that was scared out of its damn mind

- “Oops, sorry Nat, I forgot I put that there.” “DID YOU WANT TO GIVE ME A HEART ATTACK! LOOK AT HOW SUSPICIOUS IT IS!! ITS BEADY EYES!” “His eyes are quiet big, Natalie.” “YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN”

[toothyblowjob]

genuinely interested in ur take on tumblr and animal videos tbh

well, i'm recently-awake and still dealing with a lingering migraine so this likely won't make much sense and i'd appreciate you not reblogging it. BUT!

what exhausts me, i think, isn't just the weirdness surrounding animal videos, but also tumblr's nosy approach to animal welfare in general. some of it is probably really petty on my part, but it still frustrates me a lot lmao. i've put my grievances in the form of a list, though i don't think that makes it flow any better. again, i am groggy and incoherent rn.

regarding videos, i think the fervor with which a lot of people will see an animal video and IMMEDIATELY try to pick it apart to determine whether the animal is actually being abused is... kind of concerning? like i'm sure most of them are well-intentioned, but focusing on minute details to try to "prove" that an animal is being mistreated is Fucking Bizarre.

this becomes a much bigger issue when people then act like viewing or sharing a video means you're complicit in any potential animal abuse. like, the fact that you looked at a video of a parrot doesn't mean you're contributing to the parrot industry or whatever, even if you think to yourself, "oh, what a pretty bird!". you are not tainted by the things you see online.

there's no sense of scale or magnitude for a lot of this shit--some people here will treat, like, petting a cat that doesn't want to be petted as though it's the same level of Morally Wrong as owning a tiger.

there seems to be a large contingent of people who police the hell out of videos of exotic or non-pet animals. it's almost like they expect anyone who cares for a non-pet animal to be a perfect advocate for them and spend all their time saying "THIS ISN'T A PET DON'T EVER GET ONE", or else they're Evil. i've genuinely seen takes ranging from "every time you post a video you need to explain why you have this animal and why nobody should have one as a pet" to "actually, posting videos of a non-pet animal under any circumstances is animal exploitation and encourages people to try and keep them as pets." it seems fairly cruel to the animals' caretakers.

having any sort of affinity for wild animals also gets treated with suspicion sometimes. people will chastise others for calling wild animals "cute," as if that in itself is an Animal Welfare Concern.

this tendency to interpret things in the most bad-faith way possible impacts people who own regular domestic animals, too. i've seen some BIZARRE accustations: a user is just getting a dog for "clout" or to "generate content"; someone's garden-variety ferret is actually an endangered animal, stuff like that. it's fucked up and shitty and invasive, and it speaks to a website culture where people feel entitled to every detail about strangers' lives so that they can "vet" them.

i think a lot of issues i've listed are actually a symptom of this site's unhealthy attitude towards social justice in general tbh? but like, in general, a lot of it can be summarized as "mind your own business."

thanks for asking!

(reminder to not reblog this)

[foofygoldfish]

20 otp questions

tagged by @minilev, @faithchel, @shellibisshe, and @chyrstis​, all a while ago... sorry! skdflj

going to do this for faith/alice and elizabeth/tess!

1) who can outdrink the other?

faith/alice: alice. easily. you wouldn’t expect someone her size to have such a good alcohol tolerance, but she can easily keep up with hurk and sharky.

elizabeth/tess: hmmmm. tess, probably.

2) who says “i love you” more?

faith/alice: alice says it casually more, but faith says it with meaning.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth.

3) who has trouble sleeping alone?

faith/alice: faith - she can sleep alone, she’s just much, much happier when alice is there with her. sometimes she feels a little silly curling into alice’s side when she’s that much taller than alice, but she feels safe that way.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth. generally, when she has no option other than sleeping alone? she stays up until she literally can’t stay awake. the first night she gives up and sleeps in the same bed as tess? that’s her first proper night’s sleep in years. her nightmares don’t stop after she gets to jackson like she had hoped, but by then? neither her nor tess mind the cuddling.

4) who swears more?

faith/alice: lmao have you met alice

elizabeth/tess: listen, a lot of alice’s traits came from elizabeth (before i had decided to add elizabeth in) and uh... the swearing was one of them. tess gives her a run for her money, but elizabeth absolutely swears more.

5) who does more of the housework?

faith/alice: technically faith - they both do housework, but after faith moves in, she’s home more.

elizabeth/tess: ....hmmm.... elizabeth, i think - she hates cleaning, but she’s very particular about how things are cleaned.

6) who forgets their anniversary?

faith/alice: neither of them are really sure what day they should actually cound as their anniversary lol - the day they met, the day they started dating, the day they started dating again... etc.....

elizabeth/tess: okay so. elizabeth doesn’t actually remember what day her and tess met, or what day they became a “thing,” since that technically happened on their trek across the country. until they got married, they agreed to just use the day they arrived in jackson, but elizabeth really wishes she remembered. (Tess does - for both - but she knows elizabeth will immediately forget it... again....)

7) who steals the duvet in their sleep?

faith/alice: i think i’ve said alice for this before, but honestly? faith. she’s a massive blanket hog.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth omg. tess doesn’t know how she does it.

8) who keeps the other awake at night with their snoring?

faith/alice: faith. and the cats. faith usually blames the cats, but alice knows she snores too.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth says she doesn’t snore. tess says she talks, which is worse.

9) who finds stray animals and begs the other to let them keep them?

faith/alice: oh god. it’s alice. 100%. the worst was when alice decided that peaches was going to be a house cat - she was talked out of that, but she still made her a nest in the garage.

elizabeth/tess: once again, alice got her ‘adopting every animal she sees’ habit from elizabeth lol - she says all the semi-feral or feral cats she finds can be barn cats, but every single one that she finds that is friendly? it either ends up in her and tess’ house (which is tiny) or someone else’s. same with dogs and... any small animal, really. tess asked her to stop, but uh - then the neighbors started bringing elizabeth animals to place, which is how they ended up with their ferret, noodle.

10) who usually makes dinner?

faith/alice: alice is not allowed to cook.

elizabeth/tess: they generally will cook together, or whoever is home first will - neither of them are particularly good at cooking, but they like the process of it.

11) who plays their music out loud?

faith/alice: alice! faith has come home to alice having a dance party with the cats many times.

elizabeth/tess: hmmm. they both will - elizabeth’s more likely to blast her old record player, but tess will be a little more aware of the people around her and the house.

12) who hogs the bathroom?

faith/alice: listen. alice’s hair takes a lot of maintenance. she’s also terrible at putting in her contacts, so uh, that takes a while.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth, once again lol. before arriving in jackson she didn’t really care, but once they were settled in, she felt like she could take time on her appearance again. and hot showers. god, she missed hot showers. and baths. (tess joins her in those sometimes - to save water, of course - but tess still takes significantly less time in there.) ....also, she tends to read a book when she’s in there and completely lose track of time lol

13) who gives the most compliments?

faith/alice: oh, they both will. a lot. i’m just terrible at writing them lmao

elizabeth/tess: tess. elizabeth is terrible at giving and receiving compliments

14) who usually starts/causes arguments between them?

faith/alice: after faith ditches the cult, it’s usually because alice did something reckless, which happens a lot more as they get closer to willow arriving in prosperity - faith is worried, and alice feels like she’s useless if she’s just hiding in the ranch.

elizabeth/tess: similarly - it’s usually because someone did something stupid/dangerous. tess has gone out on patrols when elizabeth didn’t think it was safe - incoming weather, too many infected nearby, etc, and elizabeth has burnt herself out before working in the barns, taking barn shifts, or (more often than she’ll admit) deciding the best way to fight the infected is by getting more than a little too close.

15) who isn’t afraid to embarrass the other in public?

faith/alice: .......faith.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth.

16) who gives the other cringe-worthy pet names?

faith/alice: alice tries. she really does.

elizabeth/tess: okay i know i call her this too - but elizabeth hates being called bee lol. she’s not a fan of nicknames in general, so if you don’t get yelled at for calling her that? you’re pretty special to her.

17) who fusses over the other when they get sick?

faith/alice: alice will fuss, but faith? she goes full momma bird. there might be a taste of that in the next chapter (9, not 8) of otb 👀

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth tries, but her idea of helping is continuously handing tess soup. tess is a little better, but she will also listen to elizabeth when she says to stop hovering

18) who finds it impossible to stay angry at the other for long?

faith/alice: both of them. the fight they’re currently having in otb is the longest one that they have at about... i think my timeline has it at about three weeks total? there’s more but - spoilers! 😉 anyways, most of their fights are a few minutes to a few hours - they have a rule of not going to bed angry.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth. she’ll sulk, yeah, but she can’t really stay mad at tess. or anyone. ever. it’s kinda a problem, honestly

19) who clings to the other for comfort when they’re sad or scared?

faith/alice: faith. alice is safe.

elizabeth/tess: elizabeth, though she’s gotten pretty good at talking herself out of being scared or showing the signs that something is up. she tends to hover near tess when she needs comfort, and tess learned pretty quickly how to recognize what was going on

20) who is more ‘physically passionate’? (hugs, kisses, or maybe more…)

faith/alice:  alice. jesus christ, alice. slkjdf. i know faith is canonically very touchy - but uh... alice.

elizabeth/tess: tess - elizabeth is a hugger, but she’s also very bad at expressing emotions and knowing what touches are appropriate when (so she tends to just not).

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This fandom’s lack of self awareness is staggering

Some person picks a fight on another social media form

That same person comes and decides the same topic another blog has been talking about for two weeks was basically @ them

@s person, demands everybody unfollow them like a proper sociopath, refuses to listen it was never about them

serious who tf are you

continues to lie around DM box and send ask boxes around

Claims “bullied”

Original blogger is still on their wall trying to post positive shit

Mysteriously, assbag anons stopped flowing.

Now let’s go around to every blog and spread rumor mill bullshit!

I’m going to ELI5 this to you guys: That shit? That’s bullying.

Someone posted an opinion you didn’t like, you took it to heart, turned it into a huge thing, targeted them from outside, continue to double down and target them like a group of rabid badgers, refusing to listen, while literally nobody is fucking bothering you, and run around like little snakes in the grass.

So to everyone engaging in this bullshit or entertaining it: This is why the fandom is insufferable. It’s never about actually doing the right thing with some of you. It’s about petty tribal warfare about whoever you can try to destroy. If it was even remotely about anything anyone pretends it is this shit would have dropped almost 2 days ago now, but it’s not. You’re still ratting your way around in the fandom gutters over shit you chose to make an issue and spread out like the plague.

I’m still here. On my own *fucking* wall. Minding my own *fucking* business, while already removing the original aggressor from my *fucking* mouth, and *never* making a single demand about who anyone does or doesn’t follow, and *certainly* not dragging out the drama by turning it into a shitty DM war; but you can’t, for whatever reason, control yourselves against making fucking drama.

Does it hurt my feelings? No. Realistically the drop is less than 1/2 of even the surge I got the other day. It’s kept my anon box mysteriously clean of douchebags (almost like it was never about what anyone’s making it about), and my traffic is still fine. Highschool drama bullshit doesn’t get me, but I think *someone* out there might be able to put 2+2 together about how ironic they’re acting.

Grow up, kids.

Oh is me saying that on my own wall gonna be called “Bullying”?

If you’re the ones acting like a venomous little pack of gremlins through DMs, asks, rumors, and intentionally going around to invade, stalk, and badger the content of someone who is literally KEEPING TO THEIR OWN SHIT IN A CORNER just because YOU DON’T LIKE THEIR OPINION? Literally a fucking pack of you doubling down based on pure tribalism? And a blogger that got mad weeks ago that I wouldn't budge from my 15.7 position hopping on board to engage in shit stirring to self soothe? Spam bricked me for two days while i said i wouldn't fight them? That i never publicized? Applying that ground ax to a topic they have nothing to do with?

GUESS WHAT.

THAT’S *BULLYING* 

I regret to inform you the following things are NOT bullying

Posting on your own walls about your own shit

Having opinions on your own walls about your own shit without naming anyone as a target of your shit

Being tired of the 30th person wanting you to repeat shit you’ve already said you won’t

Not entertaining people on topics you’ve said the above about

Posting things that may or may not disagree with sects of the population

Not cowing and apologizing for shit you literally didn’t do.

Being a blunt bitch

Can we play spot the differences yet?

Like am I a blunt bitch? Sure. When you drag your trash to my door. Nobody is obligated to dealing with you trying to sustain misery you project on everybody in this fandom, nobody is obligated to entertain people trying to maintain life on dialogues that do nothing but harm our creatives and are completely divorced from the reality of it. Nobody is obligated to stay silent about it either.

The “grave victim” in question that assigned a whole post to themselves by choice has had a grand total of 0 people coming after them. They had a few telling them to stop escalating in the middle of it, but they’ve literally not been badgered, harassed, pursued, stalked, or had people going around DMs stomping their feet to about who anybody follows. 

What the fuck, how can you be that self unaware.

Seriously though CATCH me maintaining tracking on my ask box to see if my usual culprits vanished in the mist. The only people I’ve “bullied” are people who came like entire assbags spraying absolute garbage in my anon box and yeah, I’m pretty sure they’ve been embarrassed more than once even as a rubber ball with glasses once they realized how self contradictory whatever garbage dialogue was because yeah, I’ll drag the fuck out of a shitty anon literally coming to drop their garbage onto my positive blog with a Bad Take(TM). But if this turns out to literally be someone going “Now’s my chance!” LMAO kids seriously again: grow up. Even if you’re 40: grow up.

Really, I want to know the fucking motivation here, is it THAT JARRING to some people that someone came in with actual LGBT cinema representation history discussion instead of continuing to let this fandom Ouroboros dialogue eat itself? Is this that thing in school where you’re mad someone else knew things you didn’t so you just try to disregard them and shove them around in jealousy? What’s your fucking deal, man? Leave me the fuck alone, all of you. I’ve said it before. Oh and guess what choosing to ignore that request is, especially when there’s a little group of you

I’m gonna give you a minute and let you fill that word in.

Nobody is obligated to share your projected suffering or to let it invade their personal spaces. Nobody is obligated to entertain alt right dialogue. Nobody is obligated to giving two shits if some bizarre specific path/direction you thought it Had To Go First happens or not if you set your own weird personal order of operations or wants, nobody *has* to comply with their bullshit. Trying to force people to abandon their ideals by group force, however, is ... wait for it...

...what’s the word?

This fandom’s fucking goblins are FAR too entitled and used to letting their negativity project across everybody unchallenged (or else it’s “bullying”... to have... an individual opinion... contrary to them). Fuck off. You don’t get to destroy that. And for some reason this seems to DEEPLY disturb the culprits -- be that people who hate the content or people who have embittered themselves to the content with bizarre ass expectations while abjectly refusing the literal history of a situation.

Some of us are trying to enjoy the show and work given to us. And they’ll say it’s bullying to say this: but you are not that important. Your opinion does not get to override LGBT history, does not get to project supremely and unchallenged when you bring it to somebody else directly, does not just get to stand as The Ultimate Because You Say So. It is not entitled to platform, it is not entitled to anyone’s time or emotional energy, it’s simply not nearly as entitled as the owners want it to be or are, themselves.

The fact that some actual guilty parties have tried to bring this absolute horse shit into my twitter group chats to incite crap should tell you who’s actually out here bullying and harassing who. Luckily, all the chats are full of good beans, and while I’ve taken naps or slept or whatever else, they’ve shut down the attempted negativity and indirect dragging. But that says nothing about the chats I don’t see.  

It’s literally the same bullshit shady ferreting bullshit that tried to make a war out of this too (x). It’s systemic, methodical attempted rupturing of friend groups as petty revenge or self validation. It is textbook sociopathic behavior. Literal. Textbook. I’m sure some innocents have been caught in the carnage and bought the cast *line*, because that’s how sociopathy works, and how it influences culture, but fucking *observe what is happening.* Knock it off, what the unholy fuck is wrong with you.

But I can tell you one thing: This is not the behavior of the heroic party in a conflict.

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this a compilation of all of the moments in the dr.STONE manga that senku and gen share together! they're sorted in order by chapter, and they include descriptions and links to the panels. at the end, there's a section with some random fun facts/crumbs/observations that don't quite fit into the main list that are nice to know. many thanks to ukyoxchrome for helping assemble this list! now let us proceed under the cut to contemplate why exactly they are boyfriends and how cute they are... (as one would expect there are major manga spoilers throughout this whole post so read at your own risk)

Chapter 12 - gen first appears on the psychology book cover in a flashback! senku proceeds to stomp all over his quiz

Chapter 23 - gen introduced in the flesh when he arrives at ishigami village and asserts his status as resident cola man. senku recognizes him from way back when (omg) and calls his book trashy and we get these panels of gen being a sad ferret

Chapter 24 - senku calls gen a “capable fake magician”, gen is impressed by senku making a generator

Chapter 25 - in order to help senku with his generator for the first time gen works his psychology stuff to manipulate someone (kinrou and ginrou) into achieving one of senku’s goals

Chapter 26 - first big sengen moment. gen gets beaten up by magma, senku and gen have, uh, this moment i'll let the pictures speak for themselves. the tenderness... the intimacy. god

Chapter 38 - gen returns during the tournament, senku and gen team up so that chrome can burn magma

Chapter 40 - also a huge chapter for sengen. gen blushing and being tsundere while thinking about senku, some banter between them, and FINALLY colaman gets his cola oh my god look how happy he is

Chapter 46 - teaming up against hyouga and co look at their faces at the end ahh and also gen being cute and waving back while he returns to tsukasa

Chapter 47 - senku makes a katana, something gen suggested in chapter 24

Chapter 48 - gen officially defects to senku's side and at the end of the chapter there’s a cute drawing of gen and senku wielding katanas together

Chapter 51 - senku makes cotton candy, gen wants to taste it. also, a gay-coding moment where we are yet again reaffirmed that senku is not interested in girls

Chapter 53 - gen calls senku cool, and is impressed by senku’s light bulb. senku and gen stand by the christmas tree and gen realizes it’s christmas

Chapter 54 - gen invites senku to see the new year’s day first sunrise with everyone and asks senku how many days he has lived, which leads to the birthday party.

Chapter 55 - gen starts planning for the birthday party

Chapter 56 - gen's surprise birthday party! gen says he liked senku before he met him! gen uses “好き” which can be used in confessions in japanese!!!!! best chapter.

Chapter 57 - senku drags gen by his hood into the lab and gen doesn’t understand anything. senku tells gen he expected him to be smarter lol

Chapter 59 - gen remembering senku's birthday again and figuring out that they should go visit byakuya's grave

Chapter 60 - senku is looking through his telescope and he can literally sense that it’s gen at his door oh my he is so gay… then a total hell yeah motherfucker moment

Chapter 61 - senku and gen talk alone together for a bit until chrome busts in. senku says that gen’s lillian impression is good. epic brofist ensues

Chapter 63 - gen and senku communicate with each other via morse code. it is revealed in the volume 8 bonus content that senku taught it to gen himself TT_TT

Chapter 65 - gen escapes from ukyo and RUNS back to senku. just before, senku thinks “if gen doesn’t come back before then, it’s game over” he doesn’t even mention chrome or magma haha

Chapter 66 - popularity poll results are out, gen is in third place and senku is in first place, they appear in a color page together (with kohaku in second place). gen and senku make the phone call to convince nikki to join senku’s side, bantz ensue idk

Chapter 67 - senku and gen wear modern japanese school uniforms while nikki is yelling at them in this gag, very cute. Gen is surprised by senku wanting to build a car. also in one translation senku says “stan” and gen says “yikes”

Chapter 68 - gen notes how excited senku and his pals are over building a car several times

Chapter 70 - cover page has senku riding the tank and gen inside it. gen is impressed by the paper that senku made

Chapter 73 - gen and senku team up as lillian weinberg and sebastian the interpreter. gen calls senku “senku-kun” (the only time he has used an honorific that wasn’t “-chan” for someone)

Chapter 74 - gen cries because senku doesn’t know how to negotiate with people

Chapter 75 - senku and gen are in the tank together while they take over the cave of miracles

Chapter 76 - gen calls senku “hella prepared”

Chapter 77 - Senku and Gen try to make a weapon to defeat tsukasa. Gen touches snake shit for senku. (kat’s note: That is real love lol)

Chapter 82 - gen mirin senku’s medical adhesive making

Chapter 84 - ukyo talks to gen about his decision to defect from tsukasa, gen stares wistfully into the distance and says “senku, huh…”. really makes you think pic (kat’s note: HE LITERALLY SAID “SENKU” FOR NO REASON OH MY HE IS SO GAY) (macklemore’s note: in the pic it’s a little different as it’s a different translation but in the viz one he does in fact say “senku, huh...”)

Chapter 86 - gen and senku just, being on the absolute same wavelength here. effervescent

Chapter 87 - more scheming ft. ryusui, devilishness ensues. up there in the most iconic sengen moments

Chapter 88 - gen does his thing w the cards, more shenanigans. Wonderful

Chapter 92 - gen pretends that senku has made a camera so that they can get the extra revival fluid from minami

Chapter 93 - senku says “that mouth of yours is really too much, mentalist!!” lmao

Chapter 94 - senku tries to quiz gen on the discovery of the sagara oil field

Chapter 95 - gen mirin senku’s motorboat. senku and gen are both on the boat together. gen also interprets morse code again in this chapter

Chapter 97 - ukyo and gen have another little discussion about senku, gen stares wistfully into the distance yet again. what did they mean by this

Chapter 98 - senku finally makes paved roads for gen

Chapter 99 - senku and gen conspiring to get money from ryusui again

Chapter 100 - gen is the last one to go on the boat, senku calls out to him and tells him that they need his skills, gen goes up really close to him and says that he would rather stick with senku’s group because that would be the safest bet TT_TT

Chapter 101 - gen is curious about where senku is, he goes to where senku is (with ruri) and literally just falls asleep next to him. later on gen has a question about soyuz he calls for senku

Chapter 103 - senku chooses gen to go to treasure island with the team of 4

Chapter 104 - senku and gen get a color page together, and they work together to deduce that amaryllis is around

Chapter 105 - senku needs to use the tear gas contraption that is on Gen’s back. gen understands immediately and becomes senku’s table hfsdjkf

Chapter 106 - they realize the thing amaryllis is talking about is the petrification beam after she describes her flashback.

Chapter 110 - gen calls senku cute as a girl

Chapter 113 - gen has his moment in the spotlight, general banter between them, modern au thing with them in the chapter cover page

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now here are just some panels and observations that aren't critical in the development of their relationship but are nice to note regardless

Chapter 26 - senku noting that gen isn't quite dead yet and senku helping hoist gen up into the hut lol

Chapter 39 - in the viz translation gen calls senku “my dear senku” i just think that’s really cute

Chapter 45 - just this omg why is senku so pretty

Chapter 52 - senku says that gen is good at impressions (this is also foreshadowing for when gen impersonates lillian weinberg)

Chapter 56 - just a few more crumbs from this chapter

Chapter 58 - gen saying "tewwible" i think this is great

Chapter 60 - being cute together. i am addicted to that "long day, huh?" panel

Chapter 84 - in the cover page, you see senku with basically the entire cast in front of him, and gen is the only person behind him. really makes u think. gen really is senku’s right hand man huh :’’)

in general, gen is shows just being really impressed by senku’s stuff which isn’t really matched by any other named character

in conclusion sengen is cute and canon they are chaotic good bfs and are in love thank u for coming to my ted talk. the world needs more sengen content

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Mini dramione ♡

I want a story in which hermione secretly cares for draco all their years at hogwarts. not the i love you type, of course, but the 'things could have been different' or 'maybe he isnt actually happy' type of caring. but in this au, voldemort actually wants to execute the threat of killing draco for he has failed; he doesnt only humiliate him and his family...

so during the final battle, voldemort wants to do this in front of everyone. he wants to start with lucius and narcissa, because he wants draco to watch them die as they're being murdered. obviously narcissa isnt happy with how things turned out, she doesnt want draco to get killed, so she begs voldemort to only kill her, to torture her even, but not her dear son, basically like lily.  but voldemort is a bastard, so he kills narcissa and lucius in front of everyone, including draco, then he tells the crowd that once again he has proven that power is greater than love, and he tells draco in particular that now, there is nobody left in this world who cares about him and that he will be all alone for his last moment on earth. 

and in the meanwhile hermione was thinking in her head 'no no no no' and then out loud to herself 'this cant be'. but the whole place was actually silent, so people heard her and she soon realizes it. because voldemort mocks draco because she has dirty blood and that a mudblood caring about him is actually even lower than nobody caring about him. but draco is confused, and voldemort asks him to come closer for his last moment. draco starts doing as he's told, and he's very scared, but hermione says loudly this time, because she doesnt care as everyone heard her the first time: "no, don't (go)!"

and draco turns around because he wasnt expecting anyone to speak at all. but hermione had started walking quickly towards him as she was saying that and she kinda hugs him and tells him so only he can hear that he is an idiot if he thinks he can just walk over there to get killed without fighting it and that they are gonna get the hell out of there. and draco being dumb is like: 'but hoowwww?  🤷 ' (<-- that ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ emoji is important). 

then neville arrives with the gryffindor sword and kills nagini, which creates a diversion. hermione and draco then run for their lives and escape in the forest. ron and harry obviously tag along. well, actually ron tells harry that 'mate, you gotta stay here, you have an evil bastard to kill remember? I trust you. im gonna make sure the ferret doesnt harm her". and it ends well. harry defeats voldemort and voldemort dies. ron made sure draco didnt harm hermione. draco cant believe how lucky he is to still be alive. 

then harry finds them in the forest and they all spend the night talking about what the war felt for them and about what they went through, all their adventures, they talk about all of their fears, etc. and it feels natural. hermione and draco actually connect a lot because they both know how it is to feel like you’re in charge of your parents’ safety, how it feels to be scared of losing them because you’re the only one who’s gonna be there to protect them, how they could die because of one mistake you make. and they talk about other things as well, and it does feel natural. but already the next day things are awkward.

things stay awkward between them until hermione and draco end up somewhere one day when they are older and end up talking together because they are bored and they can’t really leave the place. but they are older, and times are way less serious, so their talk actually feels nice and they end up having fun and enjoying their time with each other. they really start to actually get to know the other one. until they realize it’s late and they could have left the place a while ago... so they leave because they are still a bit awkward, especially after realizing they didn’t have to talk for so long, but they still agree on seeing each other again to continue their talk. and they do meet again, and again. and also, since they are older, hermione has her job, and she has a lot of paperwork to do, a lot of researches etc. so sometimes they actually do the opposite and try to live together the youth they never had, go to many many places, eat a lot of candies, party a lot because draco wants hermione to go wild. but obviously she still cares about her job a lot, so she needs time to relax, and to work work work, and they slowly start working together, she brings her stuff somewhere, and he brings his books on alchemy and other stuff, and they work in silence, because draco knows that she really hates being disturbed (he learned it quickly lmao), but she still likes how peaceful it feels to have someone beside her (who does not talk and does not spend the whole time staring at her or getting bored, but who actually works too). 

but as time goes by, he starts looking at her more and more during these moments, and one day she catches him looking at her way too much and she snaps at him and asks him what’s his problem. but he hadn’t really processed the fact that he had started looking at her more and more, but because she said that, he realized it. and since she realized that he was staring at her, and since she isn’t dumb, she realizes that he might actually start to kinda like her, and she has a hard time believing it even though they spend a lot of time together and always enjoy their time together, so she gets really curious, and starts watching him too. result: they are both starting to really look at each other, and yes, very soon, obviously, they wonder if they could be more, but never tell the other. 

one day, they go read in a cafe. they order their coffees, sit at their table. draco opens his book, but hermione does not. he raises his head and quirks his eyebrow, asking her why she isn’t opening her book. and then she says: “would you like today to be a date?”. draco is shocked, takes a moment,  answers “yes”, then goes back to his book, awkwardly. starts reading, raises his head again when he realizes she is still not opening her book. then she starts laughing in a cute way and says: “silly you, I want to date you, not my job!” so draco gets the hint and takes her somewhere else for a proper date, even though they’re forced to go back to the cafe the next morning because hermione actually had work to do the day before. and draco doesn’t know what he likes more: that he must mean a lot to her now if she chose a date with him over important paperwork, or that she keeps on working hard like ever before. and hermione does not know what she likes more: him actually liking her and accepting a date, surprising her and challenging her, or her being able to be herself around him. 

and it really is the start of something even better. not always perfect, but they grow together, have a happy life, and time only makes their bond stronger. and they are definitely meant to be ♡.

[serendibidibidis]

Thanksgiving 2.0 but softer… & longer

(Back in November I did a really cheesy post about some people who make my heart happy. And today I’m gonna do it again because fuck platonic relationships not expressing love.. I have more to say.)

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@aomgworldwide this list is in no particular order, expect for you… lmao. You get the top spot, only because you supported me becoming an official blog. (You liked the post about the porn account reblogging me and I found it funny so here you are.) I know we only like interact through likes and reblogs really but I still love and appreciate you.. I always fan girl a bit when you like/reblog something of mine. Because you’re just damn. (Sorry I'm clumsy and accidently deleted the person who was right under you originally so I think the two morphed together?!)

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@mybrainsamess hello hi hey what’s up how are you?! I hope you’re having a good day!!!! And that you’re doing well!!!! Recently I took a test to see which house I’d be in, but it told me huffle puff I don’t think that’s right because I read the snake one (I forget the name) and that seems more like me… plus I’ve got lots of snake puns. So I was kinda dissapointed. But I thought I should tell you. Anyways I hope you’re doing well. (Also I still don’t know your name because I’m too chicken to break the bond of mystery you had so that’s why I haven’t talked to you I’m sorry!!!)

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@seungcci IF YOU WONT SUE I WILL. All though I’m glad we found a common ground, catfishing sugar daddies. I’m gonna take my half of the money hire the best damn lawyer out there and sue. That’s such plagiarism (I say as I deadass copy and paste answers for school 80% of the time) thank you for always putting up with me btw. I’m really overdramatic and probably a pain to deal with. So thank you for sticking through it so we can cry over the lack of bastarz songs together. I seriously love you more than ri loves gucci..

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@ssamdominic wow hello a queen thats met bts 😭👏😂 my idol an icon the true star. Thank you for being supportive on me on my other account. You were my first supporter and I know I’ve been lacking with supporting you I’m sorry I gotta get my shit together. But yeah I love you and if you don’t start modeling soon I’ll fight.

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@merlionmen hey there (Wow awkward) I’m sorry my tags haven’t been funny lately. I’ll have to fix that. However i hope you’re still finding things to laugh at because the world needs to hear more of your laughter. Not to mention wow your face is such a gift to this earth. I hope you’ve recived a lot more love!!!!

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@8bityeol hello 🖐 it’s been a while, are you doing good? I hope you’re eating well and staying hydrated!! I love you lots and I hope you have a great day

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@coffee-and-kpop / Kenna sorry I don’t know your personal blog and I’m to lazy to look (whoops) thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me you are so supportive of me and motivate me to do better. You want me to create content and you push me out of my comfort zone to write how I want to. I can’t thank you enough for that. Also good luck in Korea. I hope you find your boy and tell him to calm the fuck down. (Also remember if he hurts you I’ll beat him up) don’t let anyone give you shit because you look different. you’re a fucking babe. If they don’t see that it’s cause they’re blind. I love you so much & I’ll fight everyone who doesn’t.

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@coffee-and-kpop / Luna I also don’t know your personal blog and I’m to lazy to find it but wow you’re such a soft little bean. I wish I could hug all of your suffering out of you. Also I want that professor’s email address thanks. I’m gonna fight him & everyone else making your life difficult. You also have given me a chance because you believe in me or maybe because Kenna told you to lol but I believe in you so much more beyond your works. I’m proud of you and I love you so much okay. I’m always here for you!!

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@soul-less23 I’m so glad you’re back 🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️🙆‍♀️ (I’d continue the hugs but then you’d be the whole post and I’m trying to include more than just you my love) you’re such a beauty. First off. Your Snapchats 👌 I have to wait like a week before I open them to prepare myself for that cuteness!! Next up you’re trying to murder me (But I’m not complaining) you’re such an Angel and you tag me in such amazing posts and I could scream because God bless. I love you so much and you we’re like my first mutual and friend on this blog so I’ll love you forever.

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@jjeonguk A STUNNING ANGEL. WHO LIKES FERRETS what more could anyone ask for really?! I hope that you’re days have been going good and you’ve been feeling better. If you need a spam of ferrets hit me up though. Seriously you’re so precious my heart can’t handle it. I hope the world treats you gently bby

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@ludeere the exact deffination of “what a babe” tbfh. you’re a goddess. I’m so soft for you. Seriously you’re such a pure angel and I love you with everything I have. Like wow. How can you be real?! I’m speechless. Nothing I have to say is good enough for you because you deserve so much more. Please take care of yourself!!

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@namjoon-moon we communicated once in the form of Namjoon. And I fell in love. I hope your day is going beautifully. You angel!!! don’t forget Namjoon and I love you very much.

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@wonpillily hi I miss you, I hope schools treating you well. Please come back soon. I love you. Stay safe!!

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@smittenbyschmidt oh wow look who it is?! The person I’d fake my death for. (I’m sorry, I’m way too dramatic) first off you’re blog, 👌👌👌 idk what’s more perfect your blog or yourself because damn. I am utterly in love with your edits I wish I would’ve found you sooner.. I can’t wait for the day one of you’re edits gets used on a shitty gossip site and they think it’s real… that will truly be the best day ever. Also congratulations on submitting everything!! I hope everything goes amazingly well for you (I know it will) but seriously keep me updated!!

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@noona-clock I don’t know either one of you really well or at all honestly but, you’re one of those mutuals who we both interact through likes and reblogs and I feel like I could tell you I killed a man and you’d help me dispose of the body. (Wow dramatic much.) Like you give off such a warm vibe and I love the both of you to death. And your works are equally as amazing as you are!!

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@127hearts it’s 11:11 as I’m writing this and I wish that you never scare me like that again okay thank you. I just found your blog wow I’ve been missing out. But please continue to kill me with everything you do (Also if you ever actually started losing interest or anything know that I fully support you because you shouldn’t feel forced to do something for others) Anywhooo you’re adorable & your blog is amazing and yeah I hope you have a great day!! I’d love to be a friend of yours and I’m sorry in comparison to everyone else your message was kinda weak but I hope your day is as bright as Ten’s smile okay Ily 💕

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Wow I started this as 6am it’s now 6pm.

[craft-rose]

fire and whiskey (dramione)

Title: fire and whiskey

Pairing: Draco/Hermione

Rating: M

Description: Draco finds himself living a Muggle lifestyle, up to and including purchasing a smartphone and using a dating app made for Muggle-borns and Half-bloods. There, he stumbles upon the profile of the last witch he had ever expected to find. (Inspired by one of my earlier works, Vibrations. Also inspired by Tinder lmao.)

Draco glanced down at the Muggle device as a notification popped up on the screen, the mixed ambiance of rain and crackling fire logs fading deep into the background of his private residence. He had only just figured out how to use the damned thing and it was already vibrating harder and louder than any device his ex-girlfriend, Pansy Parkinson, had ever used.

With a reluctant sigh, he lowered the volume on his television and grabbed his smartphone from the coffee table, holding it right up to his face and staring at the notification as if it had been sent to him in a foreign language.

Thank you for joining eMatchic! Your adventure awaits.  

The bloke at the phone shop had insisted that Draco sign up for eMatchic. It was apparently all the rage amongst Muggle-borns and Half-bloods. Anyone who lived any semblance of a Muggle life, really. In all honesty, Draco had forgotten all about it. The entire concept was a little sterile for his personal tastes. He preferred meeting his partners the old fashioned way. But he had to admit, after having his wand taken away and his Healer license revoked, he had really, truly lost the will to show his face in public.

He barely remembered the last time he had gone on a date, let alone had sex.

On somewhat of a whim, he propped his legs up on the coffee table and leaned back comfortably, punching his passcode into the phone and tapping the eMatchic icon to see for himself what all the fuss was about.

The actions were simple enough. Swipe left if they’re a minger and swipe right if they’re not, as Phone Shop Bloke had so eloquently described. In most ways it was rather barbaric, but it wasn’t much different than real life, he supposed. In the old days it was as simple as walking into a pub on a Friday night and chatting up the most beautiful witch there. At least on the app, there was the option of viewing ages and interests and political views.

To his surprise there were quite a few attractive witches floating about on the app. Most were either too young or too old and most appeared to be looking for something serious, but there was this one … a Muggle-born witch whose photo had made his heart skip the second he saw it. The only time in his life where he remembered having that kind of redaction was in his fourth year, the first time he laid eyes on Fleur Delacour. Granted, this Muggle-born was nowhere near Delacour in terms of looks, but that wasn’t the point.

He had seen her before.

In fact, he had seen her nearly everyday for the larger part of his adolescence.

Hermione Granger

Age: 28

Draco zoomed in on the photo as if to verify that it was really her. In it, she was seated outside of a café in Paris, breaking off a piece of a pastry while smiling for the photo. Judging by the angle, someone else had taken it. Weasley? Last he checked, they were still together. They could very well have broken up for all he knew, but there was a stronger chance that some random person was only pretending to be her.

He imagined the real Granger hadn’t the time to go on dating apps and browse for hookups. 

Isn't she too busy saving the world?

On yet another whim, he decided to do some investigative work. With a mouthful of firewhiskey burning the back of his throat, Draco swiped right on the obviously fake Hermione Granger, and then swiftly redirected his attention to the television, waiting all of thirty minutes before a second notification popped on his phone.

Congratulations! You have a new match on eMatchic.

Draco returned from the kitchen with his first refill of firewhiskey, having half expected his little investigation to have gone nowhere. Only mildly interested in seeing what the imposter had to say, he plopped down on his couch and lazily grabbed his phone, opening eMatchic to find that someone else had matched with him. An older witch from Belfast. Julie something or other.

Ignoring the twitch of disappointment in his stomach, he tossed his phone away and raised the volume on his television, trying his absolute best to pay attention to whatever the fuck was going on in Winterfell. He had to admit, the Muggle interpretation of fantasy worlds and magic, had always interested him to some degree. Although there were no Tyrion Lannister’s or Ned Stark’s in real life, there were more than a few Littlefinger’s. Also, for some inexplicable reason, he had always felt a sense of familiarity when watching Joffrey’s early scenes, though he couldn't for the life of him figure out how or why.

It was only as he fell deep into storyline, that his phone vibrated again.

Congratulations! You have a new match on eMatchic.

For a split second he considered ignoring it. There was a good chance it was just another random match, probably with that witch from London, the mental image of her long, flowing auburn hair tipping him so close to the edge of no return that he really had no choice but to check.

Immediately grabbing his phone, he opened the app for the third time, ready to send Rachel from London a line, only to feel his stomach lurch. Instead of long, flowing auburn hair, he found soft, curly chestnut hair, and instead of Rachel, he found Granger.

It’s not her. It can’t be her.

There was no conceivable way the real Granger would have swiped right on him. More than ever  he felt this person was an imposter. They had to be. With another mouthful of firewhiskey, Draco leaned forward utterly focused and typed the first message he could think of.

From: Draco Malfoy

How many people do you fool on a daily basis?

Within thirty seconds, his phone vibrated in the palm of his hand, a response waiting for him.

From: Hermione Granger

I beg your pardon?

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

From: Draco Malfoy

I’m nowhere near drunk enough to play along. Do the right thing and delete the account. Posing as someone else will get you nowhere.

From: Hermione Granger

Funny that you of all people should mention doing the right thing.

Lifting an eyebrow at the sheer disrespect, Draco knocked back another mouthful of firewhiskey, typing the first thing he could of.

From: Draco Malfoy

I see you’ve been reading The Daily Prophet. Well done! Ten points to Gryffindor … or whatever Hogwarts House the real you was sorted into.

There was something about the tone of their messages which screamed Slytherin, but they could just as easily have been a Ravenclaw with no social skills.

From: Hermione Granger

Ah, yes. News of your malpractice has made the front page for two straight weeks. Finally you’re getting the attention you’ve always wanted. At the expense of your Healer license, but still. Go you.

This time he actually did roll his eyes.

From: Draco Malfoy

Who are you to judge? If you’re going to pretend to be someone else on a dating app, aim lower.

From: Hermione Granger

What is that supposed to mean?

Finishing off the rest of his drink, Draco leaned back, stretching the kinks out of his neck.

From: Draco Malfoy

Well, for one, I’m quite sure she’s still in a relationship with Ron Weasley. If you want to really fool people, you should have gone with someone else, like Luna Lovegood or Ginny Weasley. They’re known and attractive enough to get you the attention you’re looking for, but they’re nowhere near Granger level.

Before he had so much as set his phone down, he felt it vibrate.

From: Hermione Granger

That sounds dangerously close to a compliment.

His lips hovered on the edge of a smirk.

From: Draco Malfoy

I may be judgmental but I’m not blind. 

From: Hermione Granger

I suppose that’s your backwards way of saying she’s pretty.

From: Draco Malfoy

She’s not completely undesirable. 

From: Hermione Granger

Somehow, I had always sensed that you were secretly attracted to her.

His eyebrows bounced up. 

From: Draco Malfoy

Ah, so you know her? That adds a whole new layer to this investigation.

From: Hermione Granger

As a matter of fact I know her quite well.

From: Draco Malfoy

Well enough that you would pretend to be her on a dating app while she’s still in a relationship?

From: Hermione Granger

She and Ron aren’t together anymore.

From: Draco Malfoy

I’m going to need proof.

From: Hermione Granger

It’s all over The Daily Prophet. He’s dating Tracey Davis now. One of your friends, I believe?

With a curious twitch in his gut, Draco grabbed the latest copy of The Daily Prophet, shocked to find that the imposter was right. Weasley was dating Tracey. Not only dating, but engaged to marry. 

From: Draco Malfoy

Odd that he would get engaged so quickly after a breakup.

From: Hermione Granger

I don’t disagree. 

From: Draco Malfoy

You don’t think Granger’s going through enough? Why pretend to be her on top of everything?

From: Hermione Granger

Careful now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d fool myself into thinking you might actually care.

From: Draco Malfoy

What makes you think I don’t?

From: Hermione Granger

You’re a Malfoy.

Cracking his first smile in weeks, he lifted his legs onto the couch, spreading across.

From: Draco Malfoy

Fair enough. So besides the malpractice and my being an overall asshole, what else do you know about me?

From: Hermione Granger

I know that you were once in a very tumultuous relationship with Pansy Parkinson, I know that another imposter once transfigured you into a ferret in your fourth year of school, and I know that you smuggled those ingredients into the country in order to brew a very specific potion. A potion that heals all wounds, all scars and all markings that are better left unseen.

His smile quickly faded.

From: Draco Malfoy

Careful now. If I didn’t know any better, I’d fool myself into thinking you actually are Hermione Granger.

From: Hermione Granger

What if I am?

From: Draco Malfoy

I would first ask why you swiped right on me.

From: Hermione Granger

And I would say that I swiped right because I was curious … in a few different ways.

Something in his chest gently twisted. 

From: Draco Malfoy

Like?

From: Hermione Granger

Well, it’s not everyday you find purebloods on eMatchic. That, and I was curious to see if you had swiped right on me, which you had, but only because you think I’m an imposter.

From: Draco Malfoy

Aren’t you?

From: Hermione Granger

That depends.

From: Draco Malfoy

On?

From: Hermione Granger

Would you have swiped right otherwise?

He thought about it for a long moment, the answer creeping its way through his subconscious.

On the one hand, he had neither seen nor spoken to Granger since they were in school, and there was still a good chance he was talking to an imposter. But on the other hand ... he felt good. Not just because of the firewhiskey. He felt truly good. And the more thought about it, the less he wanted to know. 

When had knowing ever done anyone any good? 

From: Draco Malfoy

Regardless of who you are, this is the most I’ve talked to anyone in weeks.

From: Hermione Granger

We probably shouldn’t ruin it, then.

From: Draco Malfoy

Probably.

A/N: I will be adding to this, but my other WIP’s are priority right now. Anyway, thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed this first bit. The format is a little odd, I know. I’ll try to smooth it out in the next chapter. 

[lulus-life-story]

long time, no see

it’s currently 11 pm, march 4, 2019 as i am writing this. it’s been a long time since i wrote here so hey! should i just list some changes that happened to me so far this year/2018? i have 2 more chapters of the great gatsby to read after this lmao. okay but anyway here’s some updates:

- i got two ferrets last summer right before i moved and i LOVE THEM w all my heart

- i saw king princess live and had lots of fun

- i made two new friends. madison, who i just met this year, and purva, who i hated last year lmao. we love to be obnoxious and joke around all class period.

- i’ve been kinda struggling school wise. i can’t seem to focus or form a good schedule for doing my homework. also, i don’t really didn’t even though i know i need to.

- i got high for the first time at the end of last year. it was overall a great experience and i hope i can do it again. the first time, i listened to music and slept and it was kinda stressful. the second time was wayyy better, as i knew what to expect. i listened to music and watched rick n morty which caused me to crack up for no reason. i also watched bob ross <3

- i’m currently obsessed w BTS. i never really gave them a chance before bc their fans are insane, but i decided to check them out and know i’m in love. my fav is Tae but i also love Jimin💖💖

i don’t really know what to write about. it’s been such a long time since i last updated this. but overall i’ve went through a lot of change and i’m continuing to change as a person every month.