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slayxwolf · 6 years ago

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Draco Malfoy Series- Young Gods

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Author’s Note: This Draco Malfoy series will be set from the third book onwards because I don't want to write about actual 11 year old children. This series is based around a quotev story I wrote when I was like 13 and it was fucking cringey, but the concept was good. Let me know if I should continue it.

Word Count: 2,128

‘Necromancy, a branch of dark magic that has never truly worked. It is the art of bringing back the dead, through connecting ones spirit to the body of the deceased. No known individual is thought to have successfully-’. Before you could finish that sentence, the Neanderthal you knew as Goyle grabbed the book out of your hand and sat opposite you. “Can you actually read that, or do the word just look pretty?” you flashed a fake smile. He grunted and threw the book back over to you.

You possessed many Slytherin traits to say the least, you were cunning, ambitious, resourceful and a natural born leader. You just didn't share their temperament. You were popular amongst all the houses, who's prejudice towards Slytherin did not extend to you. However, they would be naïve to underestimate you. Y/n was always known to be respected but feared.

“Does Dumbledore know you’ve been stealing books from the restricted section?” Pansy spoke, sitting down beside Goyle. “Do you ever have a day off? Or is your nose just permanently up my ass?” you questioned. “Why do you want to read about that shit anyway, it’s a made up branch of magic” she brushed off. Before you could provide another sarcastic comment, Draco Malfoy strolled into the common room.

Since your first day at Hogwarts, Pansy voluntarily took the role as your ‘frenemy’. Although she spent most of her time trying to ruin your life, it would be unfair to say she wasn't sometimes there for you. Maybe once a year. And she wasn't always an incorrect airhead, but on this occasion she was. You knew necromancy wasn't fake or unsuccessful. You were nine the first time it happened, when the pet cat you buried walked into your room hours later. You couldn't always control it, and you certainly weren't powerful enough to raise anything other than an animal. You also knew you couldn't tell anyone, you’d be used as a tool by the ministry, or scouted by Voldemort’s followers. So yeah, a complicated life.

“Why are you smirking?” you breathed. God he got under your skin. “Sirius Black has escaped Azkaban, my guess is he’s coming here to finally get rid of Potter” he beamed. They all laughed but you knew Draco didn't mean half the things he said, his smiles would never reach his eyes. “Anyway, I came here to talk to Y/n” he told. ��Well no one’s stopping you” Pansy retort. You laughed and rolled your eyes at her obvious jealousy. They eventually got the message and walked off, probably to meet Crabbe, who rarely left the great hall. “What do you want now?” you smiled half falsely, half not. “So I checked and the book you want is in the library at the manor” he began. “But-” you knew they’d be a catch to his generosity. “But I need you to help me make someone jealous, and once she admits she’s into me, I’ll give you the stupid book” your heart sank just a little when you heard that one. You weren't in love with him or anything and in no way did you want to be with him, you just also didn't want him to be with anyone else. “Who?” you looked at your nails like you weren't interested. “Daphne Greengrass”. Oh great, now you’ll have to put up with two Pansys. “How exactly are we going to make her jealous?”.

“So is it true?” you heard someone ask as they sat next to you. “Ron let the girl finish her breakfast at least!” Hermione hit him with her rolled up newspaper. “Is what true?” Neville asked for you, also joining the table. “That Y/n is dating Malfoy” Seamus answered. You chocked slightly on your drink, it had been all of a day since Draco even asked you to be his fake girlfriend. “No I’m really not” is what you wanted to say. “Yeah I guess” is what you actually said. “He’s a complete tool”, “You’re too good for him”, “Pure-blood racist”, “He’s just using you”, are some of the things they began saying to you all at once. Which had quite the opposite to their desired effect. “I think you forget that I’m a Slytherin too and until you, and all of the other Gryffindors get off your moral high ground, you can shove your prejudice up-” you began, while standing up. “Y/n we didn't mean-” Hermione interrupted, but you were already walking off. “Just give her some time” Ron spoke, as he started eating your unfinished breakfast. Why the fuck were you so defensive, yes it was your reputation on the line considering how unpredictable Draco was, but he did make you friend’s lives a living hell.

“I’m sorry” you said in unison, sitting next to Hermione in your Defence Against the Dark Arts class. “I over-reacted”, “I shouldn't have said what I did” you spoke at the same time again. You both gave a small laugh, before Snape burst in to teach the lesson. He spent most of it rambling about werewolves and having arguments with Hermione. Draco spent most of it trying to annoy Harry. You spent most of it trying not to fall asleep. You turned to see Draco smiling at you, well it was more of a smirk. You mouthed a semi-aggressive ‘what’ over to him. That's when he blew a paper bird over to you. You raised your eyebrows at him, before opening it. ‘You look cute when you're pretending to give a shit’. You shook your head and smiled. Such an idiot. From the corner of your eye you saw Daphne leaning over to read what it said. You turned around to the desk behind and showed her the note, “How sweet” you cooed falsely. You then turned back around smiling after seeing her flustered face, you noticed Draco was doing the same.

“We took her shoes again and she’s walking around barefoot, looking for Nargles” Millicent Bulstrode laughed, with some of the other girls in your dorm. “Loony Lovegood, that's for sure” Daphne joined in. “Give the girl a fucking break” you sat up on your bed. “Here she goes” Pansy mumbled. If anything you felt sorry for Pansy, it must be hard being that weak minded. “Why do you care” Daphne remarked, rather than asked. “Her mom died and she has no friends, give it a rest” you spoke. “I have no idea why you were placed in Slytherin. You can be a bitch, I’ll give you that. But I recon you asked, you already disgrace your parents by being a blood-traitor, but they would kick you out if you weren't a Slytherin, wouldn't they” Daphne smirked. Did she really think that was a good idea. “You seem to know a lot about my family, but I guess I know a lot about yours too. Like the blood curse that shortens the life of anyone in your family that inherits it. I bet your scared in case it’s you, or maybe your little sister-” you walked over to face her. She looked around the room, noticing the shocked faces of her ‘friends’, who were concealing their smirks. “You’re going to regret that” she claimed, trying so hard to keep her composure. You smiled and turned around, before going to leave your dorm room. “Everyone’s talking about you. Everyone knows you gave it up to Draco. Everyone knows he’s just using you because you’re easy!” she shouted. Fuck magic. You turned around and punched her in the face, causing the Slytherin girls to cheer, before storming out. “There’s the real Y/n, you’re just as fucked as the rest of us” Daphne called out, while holding her bleeding nose.

You stormed through the common room. It would be normal for anyone to feel, what you were feeling in that moment. But the tie you had to necromancy turned you cold when you felt too much. “Y/n has gone off” Blaise smirked, nudging Goyle’s arm. Pretty much the whole of your house heard what happened. You slammed the door open and began walking through the castle corridor. “Woah, Y/n” Draco grabbed your arm, he actually looked concerned for once. He was on his way back from seeing Snape, he missed everything that had just happened. “Fuck you” you pointed at him, there was emotion in your voice but not on your face. You brushed him off and carried on walking. That’s what you get for doing him a favour. Who were you kidding? He was no different to the rest of them.

The black lake was always your favourite place to be at Hogwarts. The water gave you clarity. You could also raise the spirits of animas, that had died within it, they appeared in illuminated forms, floating and bouncing around the surface. For anyone unfamiliar, they could be mistaken for patronuses. You were there for a while, letting yourself calm down. That was until you heard someone clear their throat behind you. The spirts you raised dropped and vanished within the water. “Miss Y/l/n” it was Dumbledore. “That wasn't-” you began to excuse, not knowing exactly how you were going to explain. “I am quite aware of your ability, which is a discussion we will need to have at a later date” he claimed. You bit your lip and nod gently. “I came here because a Slytherin student has been taken to the infirmary with a broken nose” he continued. Shit. “So when should I pack my bags?” you asked, looking up at him. “There will be no need. I came to give you advice. You will make friends for life during your time at Hogwarts, but there will come a point when you will have to choose a side. Pick wisely Y/n” he simply spoke, before walking away. “Choose a side for what?” you called, receiving nothing but a “Goodnight”.

“I’ll have Harry- I’ll be okay” you hugged Hermione at the castle gate. “Don't get into trouble without us” Ron smiled, also giving you a hug. You waved them goodbye, as they joined the majority of other students leaving for Christmas break. “Why aren't you going home?” Harry asked, placing his arm around you. You watched with a smile as Hermione and Ron argued the whole way, until they were no longer in sight. “My parents need to make amends with the Greengrass family and don't want me in the way, you know because of the whole incident” you shrugged. Harry had always sympathised with you, although he didn't have any parents he knew they loved him, it was evident you couldn't say the same. “On the bright side, Ron wont be around to eat everyone’s chicken legs” you both laughed, before walking back into the castle.

It was just you, and one other person in the Slytherin common room that night. It was a 6th year, apparently he hadn't seen his family since he was sorted, something to do with everyone being Ravenclaws. But then again Millicent told you that, and she was an idiot. At least it was quiet. You sat by the fire for most of the night and finished reading the book you stole. It was useless. You slammed it down and breathed, maybe you’d never be able to understand your ‘ability’. You felt someone sit beside you. “You do know Daphne goes home every break” you remarked, not even looking at him. “Well I didn't stay for her” he replied. “I didn't know you were capable of feeling guilt” you went to get up but he grabbed your arm. “I know what she told you and I never said that” you knew when he was lying, and he wasn't. He loosened his grip and you relaxed. “I’d never spread rumours about you Y/n, especially ones that aren't true. I guess she got jealous and wanted to hurt you” he explained. “You got your wish then, congratulations” you looked at him and smiled, but it wasn't genuine. “She’s not the person I was trying to- Anyway, I got the book you wanted mailed to me” he handed it to you. “It was written by a wizard that lost his mind, thinking he could see his dead wife” he told. He must have done his research. “I know exactly what it is, thankyou” you sighed in relief, maybe this one would help. Draco was born into a legacy, and destined to inherit the grief his father had created. But you knew he deserved better, he wasn't like the others. “So who was you trying to make jealous?” you questioned, knowing he didn't want to tell you. He smiled and pat you on the shoulder, before getting up and walking away. Deep down you knew the answer.

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ellygoesnyooom · 7 years ago

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can i please request a scenario of the first big fight between zen and mc please? maybe she’s jealous, maybe she sees something and misunderstands? zen says something rlly hurtful as well. but can it please have a fluffy end? thanks! <3

Oooh, I had too much fun writing this I may or may not have bawled my eyes out too but. I made sure to have a happy ending after the angst. I sure needed some fluff after this ;~; It is suuupper long, so the post is going underneath the cut so that I’m not actually hogging everyone’s dash. I hope you enjoy this Zen angst, anon!

The first year and a half of your relationship was amazing for the two of you

It was exciting and new. Everything he did amazed you and captured your complete attention

Every kiss, every touch filled your stomach with those damn butterflies you hate, but you always found yourself looking for more

When he would look at you with those crimson eyes filled with adoration and love for just you, it melted your heart

He was yours

Out in public, he would wrap an arm around your shoulder and hold you close. If not that, his hand was wrapped securely around yours. His thumb would rub circles into the back of your hand, and if he was feeling silly, he would swing your linked arms back and forth, too

The paparazzi, in the beginning, used to unnerve you a bit, but after a while, much like zen had, you learned to tune out the occasional flash of a camera

When fans would come up to the two of you, most would gush about how adorable the two of you were, and asked for pictures with the two of you

Zen basked in the spotlight, and occasionally, you would step away and allow them to focus completely on his

Sometimes you two encountered fan who ignores you or jeers at you about how ‘you don’t look good together’ or how you ‘are ruining Zen’s image’. In those instances, Zen would excuse the two of you, walk a bit away, and sweep you up in his arms in a grand romantic gesture before pressing a kiss to your lips

It was as if he was giving them an ‘in your face’ sort of thing. He loved when you got all flustered afterwards

There were times things got a little bumpy, like when he had a role that forced him to stay out late at rehearsals. You were worried sick for him, as he would come home around nearly midnight looking absolutely wiped, but he would always sit up a little bit to talk with you, if you were awake

But, lately things were getting much more rocky than usual

He was starting to change, slightly at first. Your two year anniversary was fast approaching, and you thought he would become more friendly and romantic as the date neared

Instead, he started to become a bit more distant, almost cold. He stayed out late, and when he got home, he barely said hello before he went to shower and go to bed

He left you home more often than not, and romantic gestures were becoming few and far between

At first you didn’t worry too much. He was just tired from rehearsal. He would come around once they let up on him

That day came and went, and it seemed to be getting worse rather than better

He left early in the morning to work out, came back home for about twenty minutes to change and shower quick before leaving again for rehearsal.

He threw himself into rehearsal, leaving little time for you

The paparazzi noticed this, as they usually do, and whenever you went online, you found various articles surrounding yours and Zen’s relationship. Some of them made you snort with how ridiculous they were, others worried you more than they should have. You tried to not let them bother you, but they inevitably did

You tried to avoid them, but avoiding the articles seemed to make them seek you out

One day, while you were preparing some dinner in hopes that Zen would come home early enough to eat it, one of your close friends sent you a link to an article. You almost ignored it, but curiosity got the better of you and you set down the knife you were using to chop a tomato and opened the link

The contents made your stomach roil

It was an article from one of the more trustworthy celebrity news sites, and the title jumped out at you. “Has rising actor Zen taken a new lover?”

Right underneath was a series of images, of your boyfriend, walking besides a leggy redhead. They both had a smile on their faces that made your heart ache.

A few seemed like a stretch to say they were ‘lovers’, as it just looked like two friends walking down the street chatting

But, a few caught your eye. Two in particular, actually.

In the first, they were standing underneath an overhang of a cafe as it rained. He was putting his signature grey jacket around the woman’s shoulders as she looked up at him with a grin. The second, most likely taken seconds if not minutes apart, he had his arm around her shoulders as she rested her head on his shoulder. His face was hidden as he looked to the side, not at her, but her eyes were in full view, and showed nothing but pure adoration and pure happiness.

The images made your blood run cold in your veins. Was this why he was so distant lately? Of course, right on time for your anniversary, too!

You finished dinner, but instead of setting the table and waiting for him to come home, you made yourself a plate and put his in the fridge instead with a note to heat up

You printed out the article and set it on the table with a note for Zen before you went to bed. You needed to sleep, and try to forget this whole mess, at least for a bit

When you woke up, it was to a hand shaking you awake. You knew exactly who it was, and opened your eyes to see Zen standing above you. A quick glance at the alarm clock told you it was nearly 2am

“Since when do you listen to tabloid articles, MC?” You sat up and rubbed your eyes, still half asleep. The lamp was on beside your bed. Huh. You swore you turned it off…

It took a second for your brain to catch up to what happened, but finally, it did, and you were mad

“Zen, do you have eyes that work? Look at the pictures! What am I supposed to think?”

A look you had never seen flashed across his face: anger. Pure anger. “Am I not allowed to have a life outside of you? I’m not allowed to have female friends?”

“Not if you are going to leave me, your girlfriend, home alone most days to go play with your new toy!” His crimson eyes that once held so much adoration and love for you only held anger and hostility. “She is not a toy, and I would appreciate it if you would trust me more! Ask me instead of going to these stupid tabloids!”

“How am I supposed to come to you when you aren’t around? Answer me that, Zen! You leave early, and come back late! I barely get a glance from you before you go to sleep! How am I supposed to ask you if you avoid me all the time?”

“Just ask! What’s so hard? Pull me aside and ask me! Jesus, MC, I didn’t know you were that airheaded! Stop worrying so much and let me make my own decisions! Maybe they were right...”

Him calling you an airhead hurt, but you wanted to know who was right. “‘They’? Who?”

“Nobody, MC. I’m going to get ready for bed.” He started to walk away from the bed, but you jumped out from underneath the covers and grabbed his arm, yanking him around. “Answer me! Who was right?”

He looked you dead in the eye. “The fans who said you are wrong for me. If you can’t trust me enough to let me have friends and care about my friends, then I don’t know why I’m still trying. They must be right.”

Before you could stop yourself, you slapped him hard across the face. His face jerked to the side with the force, freezing for a second before turning back to you. His eyes were wide, and most of the hostility was gone, replaced by shock. “How dare you, Zen.”

Without another word, you shoved him out of the room and slammed the door. Thank goodness it locked from the inside

You plopped down on the bed and let a few angry tears slide down your face as you pondered what to do next. It was 2am. Yoosung may be awake, but too deep into LOLOL to notice her calls, plus his apartment was so cramped. Jaehee was so busy, you felt bad bothering her. Jumin would probably not hesitate to let you stay for a bit, but he was so formal and you weren’t too close to him anyways. Seven was your last option. If he didn’t answer, you would call Jumin.

You quickly called him, and to your surprise, he picked up with a usual cheesy greeting. “S-seven, can I stay at yours for a little bit?” He could hear the waver in your choked up voice, and all jokes vanished. He quickly agreed, and told you he would be there to pick you up in a few.

He didn’t ask questions, and you were thankful as you packed up some of your belongings in a duffel bag and waited for his text

Zen never bothered you, and you were glad

Seven finally arrived and you came out of the room. Zen was sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. There was an open beer can in front of him

His head shot up when you came out, and fell when he saw the duffel bag. “MC? Where are you going?” You glared at him. “This airhead is going to leave. Obviously this won’t work.”

“Where will you go?”

“None of your business. Have a good night, Zen. Feel free to invite that girl over, I won’t be back anytime soon.” This silenced him, allowing for you to escape to Seven’s car

He didn’t ask any questions again, just silently unlocked the car and let you slide in

As you pulled away, you could see Zen standing in the doorway. Your heart shattered slightly as you watched him turn and shut the door, and let a few tears slip again

He told you you could stay as long as you needed. He was much different than in the chatroom; maybe it was the situation, but he was much more mellow, and very little jokes escaped

Most of the time he worked, leaving you to your own devices, which you didn’t mind. He had little trinkets all around that caught your attention

You spent most of the days there cleaning his house to keep busy and avoid thinking about him

Zen didn’t try to call, and not surprisingly didn’t show up at seven’s doorstep. Part of you wished he would show up and beg for your forgiveness, but you weren’t sure how to handle it if he did

Your dreams were filled with him, and eventually you stopped sleeping, for fear of seeing him

Seven took notice, and when you did sleep, he could hear you crying out his name from in his office. It broke his heart. He had never been more mad at Zen than at that moment

One day, around two weeks after you came to his bunker, Seven left to grab some food. Your being there forced him to go out and refill the fridge with healthy food

Later, you heard someone trying to get into the bunker. You assumed it was Seven, but when the door opened, it wasn’t Seven’s voice that you heard

“MC?” Zen called into the bunker, and your blood ran cold. How had he gotten in?

You sat stone-faced on the couch, knowing you couldn’t hide, not anymore. Finally he appeared

He was dressed impeccably in a silver suit and tie. In his arms was a large bouquet of flowers. He chuckled nervously, but it faded at your appearance

You must have looked horrible. When was the last time you had even bothered to look in a mirror, to care about your appearance in the last two weeks? Well, good. Let him see what he did to you

“How did you get in here?”

“Seven helped me with the password.” he seemed genuinely nervous, eyes darting around the room. Everywhere but at you. “Zen, I don’t-”

“Please, just listen to me? I want to explain why things happened like they did. Even if you want to… want to break up… let me explain before you decide.” His eyes finally landed on you, and they looked… remorseful?

With a sigh, you nodded, and he came over, setting the flowers down gently on the floor before sitting down beside you.

“Where do I start…” you told him the beginning, and with a deep breath, he started.

“Okay, so it started about a few months ago. You brought up going on vacation with me. You talked about all of these places, and I felt horrible for not being able to take you. You looked so beautiful while talking about seeing France, Germany, London, Canada. So, I decided I would get you to at least one of those places. So, I started to work more. I took on more roles to try and get more money, and took up other jobs to get the money. I started to get distant because I was working so hard to collect the money to get you to one of your dream places. I was exhausted, but determined.”

He paused to let this sink in, then continued. “Do you remember that lady from the gossip article?”

Anger started to boil up at the mention of her. He reached out to soothe you, but quickly thought better of it, returning his hand to his lap. He twiddled nervously with the cuff of his jacket. “She was going to give me a modeling job that would one, put me out there more, and two, give me plenty of money. You know how much I hate modelling jobs, MC. I prefer acting, but I was going to do it to get you the money.” He gave you a soft smile before continuing.

“I had been planning the modelling job with her for a while, and had only gone out with her that one day to discuss it over lunch. The images where from when we were walking to lunch, and it started raining. She didn’t bring a jacket or an umbrella, and was shivering, so I wrapped her in my jacket and put an arm around her to keep her warm. I had no idea that it would happen, or that she had romantic feelings towards me. I do not return those feelings in the slightest, I promise, MC. But those tabloids, you can’t believe them. They usually are fake, or have twisted the truth. You can believe me, though, MC. I promise to you, and swear on everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve, that I am telling the honest truth to you. Can you forgive me?”

His eyes were glassy, but when you looked at his face, it held nothing but regret and sadness. No hint of a lie. He was telling the truth.

“... do you really think I am an airhead? And that the fans that say that mean stuff are true?” His face fell as you spoke the words, and he didn’t hesitate to wrap you in his arms. It felt so good. You missed his arms around you

“No, no, no! MC, I know I said those words, but it was late, and I was exhausted. I didn’t mean them, and I’ve regretted the words ever since you left. You are not an airhead, nor are the mean fans right. You are gorgeous and smart and sharp-minded and the most important person to me. I was a douche to you, and I’m so sorry. Can you… can you forgive me?” You already knew your answer, and knew it since you saw him appear in front of you with that bouquet

You nodded, and his chest heaved. Was he crying? The wetness on your head soon after confirmed it

The two of you sat holding each other, crying softly. Zen pressed kisses to the top of your head as his hands rubbed your back soothingly. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry…” he chanted like a mantra

Finally, you two leaned back, and he kissed you quickly on your lips. You greeted his kiss happily.

“Oh, MC. Can you pack up your things and shower real quick? We have a plane to catch soon.” You looked at him confused until he picked up the flowers and pulled two pieces of paper out of his suit pocket, handing them to you. “Happy Anniversary, Jagi~” You took the flowers and tickets out of his hands and set them down, smashing your lips to his. “I love you, Zen, I’m sorry about jumping to conclusions. I was just upset. But thank you for this, you didn’t need to.”

“Of course I did.” He pushed the hair out of your face and peppered kisses to your cheekbones and nose. “Now, go get ready. Seven will be back soon, and Paris awaits us. I already packed your bag. It would have been really awkward if you turned me down after I did all of this.” He laughed nervously

With a final kiss and a giggle, you bounded to the bathroom to shower

When you finished, Zen had already packed your items and was waiting in the living room, talking to Seven. Both men’s eyes darted to you, but Zen’s lit up more than Seven’s, who's eyes looked more relieved than anything. “Ready, babe?”

“Ready.” You thanked Seven for letting you stay, and he hugged you tightly, poking you gently in the side teasingly when you pulled away.

You and Zen left Seven’s house hand in hand, crawled into the taxi, and cuddled up to each other on the way to the airport.

You had never been more glad to have Zen, and more in love with him, in your life. You gave him a quick kiss and snuggled up into his side as he wrapped an arm protectively around you.

“So, are we going to french kiss in France?”Okay, maybe not. You scowled playfully and went to move away until he yanked you back pleading you not to. “Sorry sorry, that was bad! But… can we?” \

Yes, you were sure. You loved him.

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