#zombie!theodore nott

[deadghosy]

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𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐇! ||𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄!𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐄

Synopsis: accidentally killing one of the most popular Slytherins, you tried to bring him back only for him to not be the same as before.

Inspired by American horror story; Coven

Viewer discretion: brain dead Theo, choking, biting, slight panic attack, Zombie!Theodore not knowing personal space, gore/blood/death mentionss.

MONSTOBER

Shit… shit.. shit…..SHIT! You don’t mean it! You didn’t at all! Your eyes are blown out wide at the dismantled body in front of you. You can’t believe you killed him…You didn’t mean to kill him. Your heart beating loudly in your ears as you fell to your own knees. You slowly felt tears prick your eyes.

You were only practicing your magic. Your own magic. Not Hogwarts, not dark magic. Your own. You didn’t hear Theodore coming from behind you. But it was too late as he startled you into shooting him. Shooting him with the magic that killed him. A pool of blood reaches to you. Scatters of brains sprayed the crisp green grass. You scream backing up, gripping your wrist as a sort of calming gesture. But it’s helping. You kept saying, “it’s not your fault.” But it is, isn’t it? You gotta fix this. You can’t let anyone know that you killed the Theodore Nott. Not a single witness.

Dragging Theodore’s body. It felt sickening. You couldn’t really pick up his damn body. He was taller than you! And with his playing quidditch, he definitely has some pounds on him.

Finally getting to your dorm. You set him on the floor, getting your magic book your folks had gave you so you could practice your own family magic. That’s where you found the spell to bring back the dead. Without hesitation you chanted the words, placing your dominant hand on the bloody chest. The lights flickered in your room, each word you chanted a green and gold aura surrounded you and the dead Slytherin. As the spell ended, you opened your eye and waited it out.

Soon, Theodore stared to groan softly. His normal dead eyes looked..more dead. You gasp shocked. He looked emotionless as he only eyed you in your dorm. His skin was so pale that you started to curse in your mind. Before you knew it, Theodore snapped and attacked you. Gripping your throat with a strong grip, grumbling nothing but mumbles. You clawed at his arm. “Th-theo! Sto-" he suddenly stopped. Loosening his hold on your neck as his eyes looked normal before returning to that dead look. He let go and sat down like a child.

You coughed holding your neck. Getting your breath back. Theo stared at you again. With that dead look that made you shiver. “I…I’m sorry Theo..you must be mad I killed you. But you’re back.” You smiled a weary expression. Theodore tilt his head, clearly confused with his own emotions. Narrowing your eyebrows you slowly moved towards him. Reaching your hand to him, he bit you. “AH! MOTHER FUCKER!” You kicked him at his chest gaining a small groan. “Gr…aughh..” you let out a groan, getting up you checked if the bite was deep only to sigh out of relief. “Fuck…fuck…okay so you don’t really have the normal brain. Fuck me…”

You hissed still holding your bitten hand. Theodore however seemed to be in his own world. His messy brown hair sticking to his forehead after your kick. It seemed he was actually thinking for once as he’d seen you walk back and forth. You were also in your own world. Thinking about how you were gonna talk to the professors about your mess. Or more so your own people. Maybe they can make him more normal? You didn’t seem to realize a tall brooding body behind you. You turned around to only flinch.

He towered over you. Theodore opened his mouth, his lips chapped lips sticked together as he did so. “…Y…Y/N…..” your eyes widened. Backing up with each step, he stepped to you closer. Theodore grabbed your arm, pulling you close to him. “Y…y/n…” you couldn’t believe it…no fucking way. Theodore started to hug you. And you just stood there confused and scared. Was he slowly gaining his memory back? Or was it some sorta of confusion? Connection? Whatever it was. You didn’t know if you liked it or not. As whatever this Theodore was doing, he was making sure you won’t leave his side.

[amongemeraldclouds]

dark desires

Theodore Nott had been the perfect boyfriend, yet there’s a darkness within him that you longed to unravel, to explore. So this Halloween, you came up with a proposal: a spooky mask, a haunted house, and a night for dark desires. Be careful what you wish for.

dark!Theodore Nott x f!Reader

Warnings: 18+ mdni, characters are aged up, dom!Theo, consensual non-consent (cnc), roleplay, knife kink, mask kink, oral (m! and f!receiving), degradation, praise kink, daddy kink, fingering, mirror sex, piv, creampie

a/n: posting my first ever kinktober fic! thanks to my wifeyy @pizzaapeteer for proofreading, you're the best ♡

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Prologue

Theodore Nott is the ideal boyfriend. He celebrated your wins with you and encouraged you when you faced challenges. You received thoughtful gifts from him and your conversations always led you to new discoveries about the world. Being with him was an adventure just as much as it was home.

Yet the more you got to know him, the deeper your curiosity grew. Theo is a complicated person and it was clear there’s always more to him beneath his wild hair and ocean eyes. There was especially a darkness in him that drew you in. A shadow he hid from the world and you wanted to be that one person he could share it with. The one he confided in, explored it with. After all, it was the same darkness you saw in yourself. And so, you came up with a proposal.

One night of unrestrained exploration, a safe place for your dark desires.

“I want to know all of you. I’m not afraid of your dark,” you said, ending your proposal.

Theo hesitated, “you should be afraid.” Yet there was an unmistakable glint in his eye, a wilderness that rattled against the cage of his stoic restraint. Desperate and ready to be let out.

“That’s for me to decide,” you argued, searching his eyes. Asking him to trust you. “I want to know who you are when no one's watching. I want you to show me all the sinful acts you'd do to me knowing I'd take it all and enjoy every last touch,” you elaborated, sliding a finger down his chest.

Theo closed his eyes and sighed, his composure waning at your words. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” Seeming to gather himself, he hesitated. “But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It's okay, I promise. I want to free us from the restraints of polite society. Just you and me, Theo, let’s carve our own world together.”

His eyes softened, you were already his entire world. “Do you trust me?” he asked, gently caressing your hair as you laid in the crook between his shoulders and neck. 

“Always.”

“That’s my girl,” Theo leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, sending tingles down your spine.

You basked in his praise and continued, “how would you feel about roleplaying a stranger in a mask? I promise we’ll discuss the details, set rules, and establish a safe word.”

He smirked, “I think we’re going to have so much fun.”

A faint glow led you deeper into the hallway. Around you, cobwebs were strewn across cracked tombstones, the names far too smeared to read. Your heart slammed against your ribcage as your hands shook. Another scream pierced the air from a distance. Your only companion was the weight that settled in your stomach the second you stepped into the haunted house.

Fog hissed in the corners. Wisps of smoke snaked from the ends of the room, creeping towards the centre. The cool air snatched your legs like the greedy outstretched arms of a zombie. A coffin laid in the corner with its lid missing, its sinister insides inviting you to settle in and rest your weary bones. You shook the thought away and walked as fast as you could, reminding yourself to breathe.

You were so close to the next room. So close to the end of all this horror.

And then you screamed. A figure growled beside you, where had he even come from? A mummy reached out, its skull tainted bronze with time. You ran through the rest of the hallway, laughing in relief when you reached an empty corner. A break from all the chaos. The next room was serial killer themed, adorned with blood-soaked bodies hanging limply from the ceiling. You took another moment to catch your breath and let another group of visitors pass you.

Closing your fist, you steeled yourself. Just as you lifted your leg to walk, a strong arm grabbed your waist and pulled you into the shadows. Your arms were pinned down your sides, trapped. The breath rushed from your lungs as you collided with a muscular body, your back pressed to him. His free hand tugged at your hair so that you were looking up at him. All you saw was hollowed out eyes and a gaping mouth. He was wearing a mask.

“Well well, who do we have here?” he said in a low tone, his gravelly voice followed by a malicious chuckle. 

Your chest heaved as you tried to take lungfuls of breaths only to come up empty. Panic swam through your mind, thoughts plunging deep into the ocean of your subconscious. Out of reach.

“Want to play with me, amore?” He continued, releasing your hair so he could caress the side of your face. A gesture far too intimate for a stranger to make. His other hand kept your hips firmly in place. You tried to squirm, to move out of his grasp, but he was much stronger than you were.

His words sent a chill down your spine. Something was wrong. Were scare actors allowed to grab you? You could have sworn you signed a waiver that mentioned it was prohibited.

“L-let me go,” you squeaked, trying to find your voice.

“Play with me and then I’ll let you go,” he said, dragging out the words slowly, “I promise we’ll have so much fun.”

You tried harder to escape, arms and hips thrashing against his solid grasp. You screamed for help, certain someone would come rushing. The masked man simply laughed, unfazed by your efforts.

“I do like it when my prey struggle. Scream all you want, no one’s coming for you. It all just blends in with the others,” he said arrogantly as he tightened his hold on you to cease your movements. You froze when you felt his erection against you. Heat bloomed in the pit of your stomach and you tried to tamp it down. He was big and you wondered just how well he would fit inside you. “Careful now cara,” he teased, “or you’ll have to take responsibility for your actions.”

You shook your head to say no, to shake off the twisted desires that had taken you captive. In a last ditch effort, you stomped your foot down his shoe. He hissed in pain, cursing in a language you didn’t understand. His hold on you momentarily waned but not long enough for you to break free, just long enough for him to get angry.

“You want to play hard to get?” he said, his voice growing cold. “Fine, I’ll be the bad guy,” he said as he pressed something cold and metallic on your neck. You instinctively moved your head away. Wrong move. It gave him more access to your throat. 

“You wouldn’t want to find out just how sharp this is now don’t you?” he asked, the playful tone back in his voice. He had you right where he wanted you. In the haze of adrenaline and terror, an ache grew in between your legs and you squeezed them together, trying to find relief. “I’ll be good,” you said, fear and lust rushing through your veins. 

“Show me,” he replied, commanding you as he kept his knife steady against your throat while his other hand released your waist. He wasted no time feeling you up under your dress, his hand caressing your soft thighs. Your knees felt weak from his touch, but you reminded yourself to stay still so your throat stays unharmed.

As he moved his fingers to your inner thigh, you moved your legs apart for him. You tried to convince yourself it was only to keep you safe. You definitely were not thinking about how good his fingers would feel on your soaking cunt. You took in a sharp inhale when you felt him tease you through your underwear. 

You couldn’t help the way your hips bucked, wanting to feel more pressure from his fingers. He chuckled and shame mingled with the heat of your desire. “I knew you wanted it,” he said with a smile in his voice. You kept quiet because there was no denying it now.

Encouraged by your eagerness, he ripped down your underwear, exposing your dripping wet cunt. He slid his fingers across your folds, covering them in your slick. He spread it out to feel every inch of your aching core. It may have been cold in the haunted house from his blade to all the fog and fear, but right now, your entire body was on fire. “Fuck, you’re so drenched for me, amore. I bet I could easily stick two fingers inside you.”

You whimpered at his words, stunned that someone could be so bold and direct. You were not sure you could leave now, even if you tried. You needed to know how his fingers felt. He didn’t leave you wondering for long. 

You found yourself moaning when your pussy suddenly felt full, his fingers working their way in. He curled his fingers, hitting your g spot. For the first time that evening, you screamed in pleasure. Your voice blended together with the other screams. Your knees gave out and you laid your head back on his shoulder, away from the knife. His body kept you upright as he continued curling his fingers then sliding them in and out, until he found a steady rhythm.

Sloppy, squelching sounds filled the air and it took you a moment to realize it was you. Satisfied you would stay and play with him, Theo lowered his knife so he could focus on your needy cunt.

You suddenly felt empty when you realized he moved his fingers towards your face. You opened your lips instinctively as he shoved his fingers into your mouth, your tongue lapping up your juices. He slid them in and out just as he had with your cunt, then shoved it down your throat, choking you in the process.

While you sucked on his fingers, you felt something hard rub against your clit and your eyes widened. It was the knife handle. “Be a good girl and take this for me,” he said as he moved it across your wet folds, gathering up your slick. “Grind against it, show me what you’ll do to my cock,” you closed your eyes while sucking his fingers and let your lust takeover. 

It felt new and exciting to have the knife handle against you. It didn’t take you long to find the exact spots that shot euphoria through your veins and you rubbed yourself against it again and again. Pleasure built up in the base of your stomach. “I’m going to plunge the handle into you now,” he warned, “move carefully, wouldn’t want to see your pretty legs cut up now, don’t you?”

You shook your head to say no, too lost in the ecstasy to find your words. Your walls clutched the knife as it entered you effortlessly, you were already so stimulated, you could almost taste your sweet release. “Look at you, dripping all over this knife. You're a slut aren't you?” You moaned your agreement around his fingers.

Your senses were heightened as you concentrated on keeping your legs steady. He moved the knife back out only to enter the handle back inside you as he once again found a steady rhythm. You shifted forward, bracing yourself for your release. Theo noticed the sudden shift and he removed the knife, exchanging it once again with his fingers. He moved faster this time, chasing your release.

“You're gonna come all over my fingers and thank me, understood?” He said and all you could do was nod. “Show me just how much of a slut you are. Look at you, getting yourself taken by a stranger in a haunted house and fucked with a knife. What a perfect cockwhore.”

His words unraveled you and you surrendered to the pleasure. Ecstasy erupted through you in waves. Your walls fluttered against his fingers as he coaxed your release, curling his fingers to prolong the climax.

You panted against him as you felt your juices drip down your legs. “What do good girls say?” He asked and he slipped out his hand. 

“T-thank you,” you managed, your voice hoarse from where he fucked your throat earlier. 

“Thank you what?” he asked, slapping your cunt. You shivered against his touch, unintentionally grinding on his boner. It earned you a grunt, sending a jolt through your body, a new shade of desire illuminated within you. You enjoyed how he responded to you. 

“Thank you daddy,” you replied, more steady this time.

“Good girl,” he said, praising you as he took a hold of your hand and pressed the knife into your back. Fear shot through you and you held your breath. “Step out of your underwear, bend over and pick it up like a good obedient slut.” You bent forward and followed his instructions, legs weak from your orgasm. “Put it in my pocket,” he commanded, “that’s it. This is mine now, a souvenir from an eager slut.”

“Come with me now, we’re just getting started,” he led you deeper into the darkness until a blinding light assaulted your eyes.

He had opened a secret backdoor. No doubt for scare actors to go around without being noticed, this was why they seemed to appear from nowhere. As your eyes adjusted, you got your first look at him. Not that there was much to see with his mask still on. All you noticed was the veins running through his muscled arm, black ink forming a pattern that disappeared up his shirt sleeve, but it was enough to stir your sinful thoughts.

“Don’t even think about screaming for help or running away,” he threatened as you moved side by side. Not that you were planning to anyway. To any onlooker, you just seemed like any other couple taking a stroll. The cool air brushed your sensitive bare cunt as you walked, sending gooseflesh rippiling through your skin.

“Where are you taking me?” 

“You’ll find out soon enough,” was all he said as he opened the door and you exited the haunted house. Of course, you should have known. There was a hotel just right across and it seemed he already had a room booked as he led you straight to the elevator. He blended right in with his mask, as others passed by dressed as fairies, pirates and other assortments of costumes. Ready to party the night away.

Theo had another party in mind. Your mind raced as elevator buttons lit up, taking you closer and closer to the last place you needed to be. But you wanted it. You remembered how big he was, the way he reacted to you, how good it felt when he called you a good girl. He also called you a slut and for him, you would be one. You were dizzy with delight. Besides, what other choice did you have? You thought about the sharpness of his blade and felt yourself clench. It shouldn’t have been exciting, oh but it was.

You stepped out the elevator and once again, a weight settled in the pit of your stomach in anticipation of all the things he would do to you. He still held your arm while he led you to the room, his grip gentler now that he knew you would stay. It was almost romantic.

He swiped the hotel card and gestured for you to enter. As you moved past him, all you could focus on was the king sized bed in the centre of the room. The sheets pure and pristine reflected the soft glow of the light, a blank slate for you to paint all your sins on. Behind you, the lock clicked into place and Theo secured the double lock. The sound was impossibly soft and innocent for something that reverberated deep in your bones. There was no turning back now.

“On your knees,” he commanded. Your breath shuddered and you hesitated. “I said,” Theo repeated impatiently, “on your knees” he gripped your hair for emphasis. The sudden force knocked you out of balance and before you knew it, soft carpet kissed your knees as you fell with a thud. He started unbuckling his jeans, an unmistakable bulge carved right in front of you.

Your mouth salivated as he freed himself. “Look at me,” he said, shifting your attention back to his face. “Open your mouth wide and put your tongue out. Good girl.” He spat in your mouth and used his thumb to spread it around your tongue.

“You’re going to take me real good,” he said as he guided his hungry cock into your mouth. Liquid heat pooled in your core again because he tasted good. His eyes fluttered shut when he felt just how warm and wet you were. You moved your tongue around him while he thrust himself into you.

“That's it. Look at me while I fuck your pretty mouth,” he encouraged you, pressing himself deeper until you felt him down your throat. He continued pistoning his hips, movements growing rougher by the second. Your eyes watered with the effort as you continued to suck and swallow. He swiped your tears away with his thumb and got impossibly harder. He liked watching you cry for him. Around you, obscene sloppy sounds filled the room.

“You're taking me so well.” Theo complimented in between grunts, his other hand still gripping your hair to keep you in place. “So perfect for me,” he praised you, words punctuated with his frantic thrusts. “You look so beautiful with my cock shoved down your throat. Just like that.”

You hummed in delight, eager to please him. Your tears and his thumb had long smeared your makeup yet he still called you beautiful. “Be a good girl and swallow daddy’s cum,” he said, signaling his near release. You braced yourself until you felt his warm salty taste in your mouth.

“That's right, principessa, you better not spill. Take it all, right down your throat.” You complied, enjoying the way he thrust slowly as if scooping the rest of his cum from your mouth down your throat.

Satisfied, he removed himself, “breathe amore, you did so well for me. Get up now it's time to give you a reward, you've earned it.” You stood on shaky legs, your knees blushing red from the carpet. Theo held you up and led you towards the bed.

“Just lie there, let me taste your eager cunt,” he said, lifting your dress up and over your head. Your thighs glistened from your arousal and Theo chuckled. “Fuck, only a slut gets wet from sucking cock. What a pretty little cockwhore for daddy.” You whimpered at his words and felt yourself clench in response. The mattress felt soft and supportive beneath your tense body, ready to cradle your fall.

“Tell me you want my tongue all over your pretty pussy,” Theo commanded.

“I-” you looked away, suddenly shy until he reached forward to grab your chin, making you face him. You looked at the black and white mask and bit your bottom lip. One final resistance before giving voice to your desire. “I want to feel you eat me, daddy.”

“Now, see how easy that was.” He released your chin as he moved back to position himself between your legs. He moved the mask up just enough to use his mouth before snaking his arm around your legs, keeping them spread out for him.

You sucked in a breath the second you felt his tongue on your aching cunt. He was so eager, lapping up your juices and kissing your clit all the way down to your folds. The way his tongue moved spelled pure need as he tensed it enough to penetrate you. A blinding haze swept through you, your core still sensitive from the echoes of your earlier orgasm.

Sinful moans escaped your mouth, joining the chorus of Theo’s kisses on your slippery cunt. Sheets gripped between your fingers, lust took over your body and you found yourself grinding against him and his mask, enjoying the delicious friction.

“That’s right, show me how much of a slut you are,” Theo encouraged, swirling his tongue around your clit. It didn’t take long until your stomach clenched again, you could almost taste your next release. Your breaths grew shorter and you could see the stars–

“On no, not yet, amore,” Theo chuckled, releasing you and sliding his mask back on. “Fuck, my mask smells like your cunt. I get to bring another souvenir with me,” he groaned in appreciation. “The next time you cum will be around my cock.”

You closed your legs, trying to find pressure to ease the need growing hot and desperate. “Please,” you whispered, begging for more.

“What’s that?”

“P-please,” you said, louder this time. “Let me cum on your cock, daddy.”

“Good girl, you’re a quick learner aren’t you? Come here,” he said, guiding you up. “Get on all fours and crawl to me,” he teased and he moved towards the edge of the bed. You followed him, lost in his spell. Your eyes widened when you spotted a floor to ceiling mirror in the corner where he stood. You had been too wrapped up in watching him to notice it earlier.

“Look at yourself, that pretty face and that perfect body,” he groaned. “Everything about you so fuckable.” You watched yourself in the mirror and noticed your smeared mascara, your hair crumpled right where he took you earlier, eyes and lips puffy from where he fucked your mouth. You were nothing like the prim and proper girl you often were and it felt liberating to not have to be perfect. Instead, you were on all fours, ready to be used like a whore by the man in the mask.

You felt him press himself against you in bed. When did he get there? You admired his naked body in the mirror, sweat glistening while they dripped down and traced his muscled figure. But his mask, only the mask, stayed on. The one he said smelled just like your cunt.

“Now you’re going to show me just how much you want to cum,” he said, positioning himself near your entrance. “I’m going to fill you up real good, but you’ll have to move yourself back. Fuck yourself on my cock, amore.” You clenched around him, rewarding his efforts with a pornographic moan.

Your soaked cunt welcomed him effortlessly and soon you slid yourself back just as he commanded, moving until his cock kissed your cervix. The slapping motion of skin on skin filled the air with lewd noises along with the smell of sex. Theo joined in with his grunts as he grabbed onto your hips, encouraging you to keep going.

You gripped the sheets, trying to find purchase. Pleasure swelled within you again from the way your nipples rubbed against the bedsheets, creating a delicious friction, to the heat that reignited deep in your core. Your entire body was on fire.

“That’s it, need to feel you cum on my cock,” Theo encouraged, reaching down to grab your breast, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers. It was enough to send you over the edge, seeing stars again as your walls fluttered around his hard length. Theo took over, rutting his hips into you to prolong your orgasm until you returned to him.

“Thank you daddy,” you rasped when you finally found your voice in between your labored breaths. “It’s my pleasure, principessa, but I’m not yet done with you,” he said darkly, continuing his pace. “Look at yourself in the mirror,” he said, grabbing your hair once again to guide your head.

“Look at that cockwhore getting fucked. Watch your tits sway like the filthy slut that you are,” you moaned at his words, heat building deep inside you again. It was overstimulating, the way his balls tapped into you as he rocked his full length inside you. Watching yourself get used and seeing the wild look in your eyes, a mix of delight and desperation.

His deep, guttural voice echoed through you, pulling at your strings. Your arms gave out, weighed down by the intensity of it all, and before you could move, Theo took this opportunity to pin you down, his toned body covering yours.

You felt helpless and succumbed to him, no longer bound by fear. His mask hovered near your face as he continued his relentless pace inside you. “You like being used, huh?” He asked, looking at your connected figures in the mirror. “Yes,” you cried out, “I need to feel your cum inside me, daddy.”

“Fuck, that’s a good slut, you’re taking me so well” he grunted, slapping your ass just before he increased his pace. It was brutal and you were screaming again, drunk from the cocktail of pain and pleasure. Italian expletives rained from his lips as he chased his high. You watched the way his muscles flexed from the effort.

The familiar heat raged within you, walls tightening around Theo’s hard cock. Echoes of your bliss reached a crescendo and you found yourself spasming against him again. “Take it all, amore,” Theo’s filthy moans joined yours as your release triggered his, you felt his liquid heat coating your insides as he rode you through your orgasm.   

He collapsed into you, bringing you to his arms. “That’s my girl,” he praised, “I’m so proud of you. You did so well.” You smiled and leaned into him, removing his mask to see him smiling back at you. He pressed a gentle kiss on your lips as if he hasn’t just fucked you raw. You laughed at the whiplash.

Your laughter washed over him, it really had been okay for him to unapologetically tap into his darkness in a way that feels euphoric and safe. It was liberating. His thumb traced your jaw, eyes searching yours. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, “nothing I couldn’t handle. I promise.”

“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, right?” he pressed.

Your eyes softened at his concern. “Yes, you made me feel good, Theo. You exceeded all my expectations. I love getting to know this side of you.”

You were already the best part of him, the sun that held all the light in Theo’s universe. He had no idea until tonight that his darkness could find a home in you too. It's the kind of dark that made the stars shine brighter. How had he gotten so lucky with you?

He planted a kiss on your forehead, bringing you closer to him. “I love sharing this with you. Now let me draw a bath and call room service for dinner. I’ll take good care of you, principessa.”

You called out to him as you watched him get up, “hey, Theo?”

“Yeah?” He turned back.

“Happy Halloween,” you said, grinning.

“Happy Halloween, amore.”

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a/n: I very rarely write smut, but when I do, the next one always seems darker than the previous one. Happy kinktober!

[dhr-ao3]

[Podfic] 25000 Love Stories by Soap1

[Podfic] 25,000 Love Stories by Soap1 https://ift.tt/GTlaHkF by pensieve_podfics (hanzfeetz) Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy set out to create a Time Turner, and after two and a half years of work, they think they've done it. But when they spin the hourglass, they realize they aren't traveling through time. They're traveling through something very different. They see themselves in 25,000 love stories, and they begin to wonder what they're missing. - Consider this my homage to the amazing community of Dramione fanfiction! Podfic of 25,000 Love Stories by Soap1. Words: 10, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Theodore Nott Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Time Turners (Harry Potter), Time Travel, Multiverse, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Banter, Arithmancy (Harry Potter), Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Manor (Harry Potter), POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alcohol, Zombie Apocalypse, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Legilimency (Harry Potter), First Kiss, Oral Sex, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love, Podfic, Podfic Length: 45-60 Minutes via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/WOyC3qt August 15, 2024 at 09:24PM

[justfinchfletchleys]

fight aliens with, fight zombies with, fight capitalism with: nott, malfoy, potter

fight aliens with

Draco. I'm simply imagining some sort of futuristic scifi situation, and Draco is so very ... sleek and blond and he fits the aesthetics in my head. I would like that. I just have to go with him.

fight zombies with

Theodore, because if we're imagining a typical zombie apocalypse I have a hard time imagining someone like Draco getting all dirty and bloody (I can't imagine that of myself either). But I could see Theodore working in that sort of situation.

fight capitalism with

I'm the last person who should be fighting capitalism, let's be honest. But Harry would be the only choice here really. He's the only one who has experience fighting such .... large intrinsic corruption. It has to be him.

[ambitionzabini]

♒ answer the magic facts about your muse

Posição no Quadribol : Artilheiro

Matérias opcionais escolhidas: Estudo dos Trouxas, Aparatação e Estudos Antigos.

Clubes que participa: Clube do Slugue

Cargos e condecorações: Monitor Chefe

Divisão do dormitório:  Theodore Nott, Marcus Flint, Draco Malfoy (atual)

Animal de estimação: Uma coruja dos alpes

Varinha: madeira de cedro, flexível, cerne de cabelo de veela com 17 cm. Quem porta uma varinha de cedro tem força de caráter e lealdade incomum, você nunca conseguirá enganar uma pessoa que carrega ela. A varinha se sente em asa onde há perspicácia e percepção. O bruxo que tem uma varinha dessa carrega o potencial de ser um adversário assustador, chocando quem o desafia. 

Espelho de Ojesed: Enxerga a si com uma condecoração do ministério em frente a uma pilha de dinheiro junto à sua mãe, isso reflete o sucesso que quer conquistar.

Amortentia: perfume almíscar, lenha em brasa e pergaminho novo.

Bicho Papão: sua figura transfigurada em um zombie. É uma metáfora da perda de controle e da morte, duas coisas que Blaise teme que ocorra consigo. 

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Breath Of Life

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by sergeantbucky

It started when the army and the muggles government found out about the wizarding world. A virus was created to wipe out every single witch and wizard from the planet. But it got out of control, and now the dead aren't so dead after all. The word "survival" gained true meaning. Two people are chosen to go find the cure. Two people are chosen to be the humanity's hope. Two people that hate each other to death.

Words: 409, Chapters: 1/41, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger & Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: dramione - Freeform, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombies, Zombies, Post-War, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Post Hogwarts AU, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Romance, Angst, Eventual Romance, Drama

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Inferius. Part 3: We’ve Got What We Need.  (4th August 2017)

Astoria: The summer breeze blew through her hair, causing it to cover her eyes briefly. She swept it back behind her ear, only to spot the deep red gash on the palm of her hand. An injury she hadn't had time to heal with a charm yet. She had news to deliver, news far more important than the wound, which now she had re-noticed, was throbbing. Astoria walked hurriedly through the Ministry. She had no time to Owl or use any of the numerous messaging systems her and Harry had employed over the year. Her normally calm exterior was showing its cracks. The countless sleepless nights and worry had got to her but she finally had it. She had what she needed to get Nott arrested, to get her life back. Her eyes darted around as her feet carried her hurriedly through the offices until she reached the door to a room she has only been in once. 'Harry Potter- Head Auror' She opened it with no care for who was inside and leaving behind a streak of blood on the handle. And in a hasted breath, "I've got it! I've got what you need!"

  Harry: Harry leapt out of his seat and grabbed his wand, thrusting it towards the door. He heaved a huge sigh of relief when he realised who it was, "For gods sake Astoria! Never do that to me again, you frightened the soul out of me!" He gasped, making his way over to her. He ushered her inside, poking his head out of the door and looking around to see if her presence had been noted and as he went to close the door, he noticed the blood. "Are you bleeding?" He said, swiftly casting a scourgify before closing and locking the door.

  Astoria: She watched him move around, herself a ball of anxious energy.  Waving her hand she moved passed his comment on her cut. And without giving Harry a chance to settle,  she stood in the middle of the room and began. "Tonight's the night. It's the best chance you're going to get. He's having one of his parties but this isn't the normal sort. Tonight he's buying. It's going to be at his family's home." She took a breath, she was speaking far faster than she normally would and she still had so much to say. "Under the ballroom. The cellar. He's meeting with the manufacturer. Tonight Harry. They call it Inferius.  It makes the taker go into some sort of zombie state. Seriously dangerous stuff." She stopped. Took another deep breath and looked down at her hand. "I can't help you anymore Harry..." Her voice was direct as she looked up at him

 Harry: He watched her with wide eyes as he took in all of the information she was spewing at him, his brain putting it all together like a puzzle in his head. When he heard the word 'Inferius' he twitched 'I've heard that word before' he thought 'Padma told us it's what had affected the children'. He was squinting at her now, his brain tick, tick, ticking away as he watched her looking at her hand. "What happened to you there, Tori?" He asked slowly and calmly, crossing his arms over his chest. "And how did you cut your hand?"

 Astoria: Astoria had put two and two together as soon as Padma mentioned it. Before arriving at the hospital she had come from The Den where Nott was being unusually boastful about his new find. Mentioning how he'd tested it out on a few test subject and loved the product. She would have gone straight to Nott that day if her daughter hadn't been lying in a hospital bed nearly fighting for her life. Astoria looked Harry straight in the eyes, "He hurt my daughter.  You think I was just going to let him get away with that?" Her voice rising as her grip tightened around her wand, that she hadn't realised she was still holding,  so much her nails dug into her uninjured palm "He was lucky and I guess I was too. His bodyguard was there. I barely touched him but believe me he will have trouble getting rid of the burning welt that's now on his chest." Her jaw clenched and her eyes filled with rage."I swear to Salazar if you don't catch him, Potter, I will find him myself and torture him until his skin rots off. "

 Harry: Harry took in all of the information, slowly coming to realise that Nott had been the supplier of the Inferius - the one that had nearly killed his child. He clenched his fists and looked at the floor trying to let it all sink in, but the fury was bubbling up inside of him. "Are you saying that HE was the one that had the drug at the play centre?! I can't believe I haven't put it together... I'm so exhausted I can't think" he looked up at her and gestured to her hand "And what the fuck were you thinking?" The curse word felt foreign on his lips but he didn't care, he was too angry. "You could have blown this whole thing! He could have cottoned on to the whole entire scheme and be half around the world with a suitcase full of bloody polyjuice potion by now!? You should have come to me straight away as soon as you knew! He could have KILLED you!" He screamed.

 Astoria: She watched the anger grow in his face, his whole body tensing up. Had it been any other situation she wouldn’t have let him talk to her that way, but she understood his pain more than anyone else could. Had she worked harder she could have got the information before all of this happened. Before their children ended up in hospital. She let him finish, allowing him the time to express his anger before moving toward him and speaking in a low harsh tone, “I am sorry but do you blame me? That animal wanted me there, it was the first time we had made contact since the hospital. Would you have honestly dealt with it in a different way? Face to face with the thing that hurt your child?” Astoria looked down at her hand, “He doesn’t know I work for you. It all happened so fast that I’m not even sure he knows why I did it. But you need to move fast, Potter. Move before he catches on.”

 Harry: The blood boiled in Harry's veins as he listened to her speak. He didn't blame her for what she had done at all, he was just thoroughly pissed off at her for nearly blowing the whole plot, and it still being at risk of it being foiled. In fact, right at that moment, he was thinking of all the ways he could kill Theodore Nott and make it look like an accident. Harry hadn't felt this way in a very, very long time, but nobody touched his family and got away with it... Now, he had to act fast before Nott slipped away and disappeared to Timbuktu. "Go back to your daughter and stay there, do you understand?" It wasn't a question, but an order. "You're not to follow me." He murmured "You're done now." Harry strode over to the door, taking his wand out of his pocket once more and turning to face her, he muttered a 'Vulnera Sanentur' to heal the wound on her hand before giving the witch a soft nod in thanks and disappearing down the hall. He had a Weasley to find.

  Harry: The smacking of his shoes against the polished marble floor was deafening, as Harry Potter all but sprinted his way down the corridor. He skidded to a halt outside a door which held a polished gold sign saying 'Ronald B Weasley - Deputy Head Auror' and without knocking he swung the door open and slammed it shut behind him. "Ron I need your help"

 Ron: Ron looked up, eyes wide like a cat in headlights as his fourth danish of the day hung from his mouth. "Uhh," He managed to mumble before removing the dangling pastry from his lips. "Harry! What's going on?"

 Harry: He began to pace immediately, a thin coating of sweat forming on his brow as he figured out how to tell Ron about this horrendous situation. He sat down and then abruptly stood again, pacing once more. "It's... it's hard to explain but I need you to help me and promise you won't get angry... but it's something I've had to do and had to keep from you, from everyone. Shacklebolts orders."

 Ron: Ron wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his robe and watched Harry a little confused. "Well if you tell me not to be angry, you've already got me worried.” He creased his brow and huffed, "I promise. What is it?"

 Harry: Harry told him everything. From the moment he was approached by Shacklebolt about the scheme with Astoria, meeting with her in secret every week for the past 6 years, to the whole Nott situation and him being the one who was responsible for Inferius and infecting the children. "We need to go and get him tonight." He scrabbled "Astoria went there and attacked him, she didn't give anything away but he could be putting two and two together right now. We need to get to him before he disappears..."

 Ron: Ron had listened in silence as Harry told his almost unbelievable tale. An alliance with Astoria? Nott? 6 years? He was confused as hell and although he promised, he was most definitely angry, Harry had never kept something like this from him. After a while of reflection, Ron stood. "Right. Well I guess we'd best go get him then."

 Harry: "I'm sorry, mate" Harry said. Ron didn't look happy at all... "You know what Shacklebolt is like, if I had told you and he found out I would be sacked!" He sighed "Keeping it from you, Ginny, Mione, everyone has been one of the hardest things ever. You know how honest I am." He scratched his beard and took his wand from his pocket. "When this is done, we can go to the pub and I will answer anything. Right now I just want to find the bastard who poisoned my son and put him in Azkaban..."

 Ron: He swallowed and nodded at Harry. His fury at Nott taking over his anger at Harry. "Where are we off to? I'm ready," he said curtly, reaching for his jacket.

 Harry: "Nott manor.." Harry murmured as he strode over to the door "There's a deal happening under the ballroom. I'm not sure how many there'll be and there's sure to be numerous guards so stay alert. And Ron?" He paused, gulping "Don't let me kill him..."

 Ron: Ron put his hand on Harry's shoulder, "I'll try mate but there may just be a fight for that when certain parents find out." He tried to give him a sympathetic smile, Ron had no idea how Harry could possibly be feeling- Albus was his nephew but to have this happen to your child? "What's the plan? Surround the place? "

  Harry: Harry nodded "Half the team will surround and you and I will go in, stupefying as we go until we get to Nott. We arrest all of the ones involved with the deal. Nott goes straight to cell one so he can be interrogated first..." he paused "Then we get the forensic team in to collect evidence"

 Ron: "Sounds good, mate." Ron walked toward the door, his energy increasing but wishing ever so slightly that he hadn't just eaten so many pastries.

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How the Slytherin boys react to baby! Sibling Reader walking for the first time

Warning: modern au, swearing, fluffy goodness, google translated Italian

A/n: you can ask me to do Draco malfoy react to this as well.

Ft. Tom Riddle, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire.

Tom Riddle

He was cleaning the kitchen up after mattheo who left to go visit Theodore

Tom grumbled as you were babbling away with your toys. Your curious eyes wanted to be next to your brother. Your big brother who started to wash dishes.

You babbled for Tom’s attention only to get nothing

And honestly that made you mad as you started to crawl then walk a bit before falling

You were sure a stubborn baby as you made a slight scream noise. And that got the eldest riddle’s attention

“What in…you’re..walking?” He says looking at you walking to him after your fall. You babble gripping his pants leg and pulling with a furious roar

“Calm down you..” he picks you up with a smile. Happy you’re finally walking. “You finally did it dear..”

Mattheo Riddle

This boy was playfully running from you as you sped crawl like a zombie baby.

“Cmon kid! Sped up more!” He says teasing you with his toothy grin. What he didn’t except was for you to immediately get up and start to waddle after him. Babbling nothing but happiness

Immediately mattheo jaw’s drop as he lower himself onto his knees and motion you towards him.

“Cmon! Cmon!”

And finally you came into his arms as he smiled at you. “Tom is not gonna believe this!..actually yes the hell he would.” Mattheo says smirking.

Theodore Nott

“Cmon..tesoro, walk. I know you can walk.” Theo says as he had set up his phone for this moment. You babbled sitting down before you gripped his arm and stood up.

Theodore smiled wide as you walked a little before you wobbled. You made an alarming sound as Theodore laughed.

You fell into his arms and he picked you up spinning as he laughed.

“Molto bene! Così brava principessa! Sono così orgoglioso di te!!” He exclaims as he kisses your head and going to pick up his phone (Very good! So good princess! I’m so proud of you!!)

He watches that video every time he sees you walking sometimes.

Lorenzo Berkshire

He was playing peek a boo with you

Y’know, laughing and giggling as he just tickles you…but when he closed his eyes again

There you were standing! You were just standing there with an adorable smile.

“AHHH!! Y/N you’re standing! You’re such a smart person..” he picks you up laughing with your giggles.

Setting you in his lap, he tickles you and wishes he could’ve recorded this moment.

I appreciate reblogs, comments, and such as likes.

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World Of Ruins

World Of Ruins https://ift.tt/n7u1rj6 by S1lentCr0w At the beginning of 'the end', Cynthia Lestrange and Draco Malfoy, two cousins, were abandoned by there parents. Merely a coincidence, or maybe not? OR Harry Potter characters in a apocalyptic universe. (Loosely based off of The Walking Dead) Words: 2319, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Other Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Severus Snape, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, James Potter, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Cynthia Lestrange (S1lentCr0w), Nymphadora Tonks, Theodore Nott, Andromeda Black Tonks, Ted Tonks, Lily Evans Potter, Pandora Lovegood, Evan Rosier, Barty Crouch Jr., Euphemia Potter Relationships: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy, Bellatrix Black Lestrange & Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, Sirius Black & Draco Malfoy, Draco Maloy & Cynthia Lestrange (S1lentCr0w), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Barty Crouch Jr./Evan Rosier Additional Tags: Will tag more as I upload, Everyone Is Gay, and im not sorry, Mild Hurt/Comfort, My First Work, I Wrote This While Listening to Hozier's Music, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Zombie Apocalypse, Found Family via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/nLCdBHh October 31, 2024 at 05:34PM

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Love is Infinite

Love is Infinite https://ift.tt/S1jiKHp by Fangheart After trying no less than six times to write a summary that will give y’all an accurate description of what to expect I’m now choosing to say this: it’s going to be a wild ride. I’m really excited for all of y’all to read this because it includes characters from my favorite books, has world building aspects from numerous different areas, and has a polyamorous relationship that I’m feral about. There will be adult themes in this and I will be updating the tags as necessary; I can’t wait to go on this journey with y’all and I hope you’re ready and excited! Words: 2580, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, The Empyrean - Rebecca Yarros, The Walking Dead (TV), The Handmaid's Tale (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Violet Sorrengail, Xaden Riorson, Draco Malfoy, Liam Mairi, Theodore Nott Relationships: Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail, Liam Mairi/Violet Sorrengail, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Theodore Nott, Liam Mairi/Xaden Riorson, Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Violet Sorrengail/Hermione Granger, Liam Mairi/Xaden Riorson/Violet Sorrengail, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy/Theodore Nott, Hermione/Violet/Draco/Xaden/Theodore/Liam Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Magic, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Not Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Alternate Universe - Muggle, Eventual Smut, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Apocalypse, Polyamory, Polyamorous Character via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/YPb8Ga7 July 14, 2024 at 05:56AM

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The Butterfly Effect

The Butterfly Effect https://ift.tt/uDtUd1T by We_Write_Things1 Set in an alternate reality where zombies are slowly taking over the world, 25 year old hermione granger and the gang stumble across Draco Black, a loner who happens to be an extremely skilled fighter taking down a group of Zombies all by himself. In a world where they assumed being alone was practically a death sentence, they take him in for a temporary time while his stab wound heals. But once it heals, he is itching to go back in his own. Harry and Hermione make a deal with him. If he teaches The Retreat how he survived so long on his own, then Hermione and The Retreat will help him find the missing members of his scattered family. Will Draco stay with them once his family is found? Will Harry and Hermione fall for him in the process? And how many people in his family are still alive? Join The Retreat on a long journey of love, found family, tragedy, and self-acceptance to answer all these questions and more. Words: 1312, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Marauders alive, Found Family, BAMF Draco Malfoy, BAMF Hermione Granger, BAMF Harry Potter, Fluff, Smut, Angst, third person, Hurt/Comfort, Forced Proximity, Drunk confessions, Idiots in Love, Inappropriate use of the Malfoy signet ring, Toxic Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott is a little shit, Jealousy, Love Triangle, no no no a PROPER love triangle, initially unrequited love, angst with happy ending, Draco Malfoy has a large 🐓, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Emotional Rollercoaster, draco and harry are idiots, but harry and hermione are even bigger idiots, Draco is so done with both of them, okay now for the trigger warnings, Zombies, Blood, Guts - Freeform, Tears, Bloodshed, death death and more death, angst angst, Siriusly people will die, siriusly people will become zombies, siriusly theres gore in this, people WILL lose limbs, PTSD, Trauma, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, siriusly the dove is dead, the dove is a zombie and will bite you next, Dark, youve been warned, Siriusly there’s gore and people WILL lose limbs via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/kxPU08X April 15, 2024 at 01:21AM

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Zombies.

Zombies. https://ift.tt/PGc69lD by xKlarostylesx Draco Malfoy is elated to be a mentor for the Red Room, an exclusive program designed to train abandoned girls into becoming assasins and the art of espionage. He has one goal in mind: win. Throughtout the challangeing process, Draco's morals and objectives are put to the test after developing an unexpected bond with his trainee, Hermione Granger. Words: 4186, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Severus Snape, Ginny Weasley, Lucius Malfoy Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Inspired by The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, Inspired by Black Widow, Mentor Draco Malfoy, Assassin Hermione Granger, Blood and Violence, Angst and Tragedy, Drama & Romance, Explicit Sexual Content, Explicit Language, Hurt No Comfort, Angst and Romance, POV Draco Malfoy, I'm Bad At Tagging, Angst and Fluff and Smut, AU - No Magic, Morally Grey Hermione Granger, Daddy Issues, sweet young love, and if I was a nice person I'd keep it that way, War via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/v0WSO57 May 22, 2024 at 11:44PM

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Pansy x Neville against the world Zombies

Pansy x Neville against the w̷o̷r̷l̷d̷ Zombies https://ift.tt/9LfCE4D by softkombucha If you stumbled upon this box then congratulations. Inside are collections of diary entries, journals, illustrations, and memories by Pansy Parkinson from the Great 2000 Zombie Invasion. Enjoy. Written, illustrated and Pensieved by. Pansy Parkinson (the pensieve is behind the bookcase. If you're a muggle and have no idea what a pensieve is, the illustrations are all you have then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯) Words: 448, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Pansy Parkinson, Neville Longbottom, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Theodore Nott Relationships: Neville Longbottom/Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Harry Potter Additional Tags: Post-Apocalypse, pansy is losing her mind, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Potioneer Draco Malfoy, Herbologist Neville Longbottom, Badass Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger & Pansy Parkinson Friendship, Minor Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Fluff, Comedy, Diary/Journal, Illustrations, guns in the wizarding worlds, Pure Chaos via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/CJ5A1Ua April 03, 2024 at 12:35PM

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25000 Love Stories

25,000 Love Stories https://ift.tt/fABq90x by Soap1 Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy set out to create a Time Turner, and after two and a half years of work, they think they've done it. But when they spin the hourglass, they realize they aren't traveling through time. They're traveling through something very different. And after everything they see, they begin to wonder what they're missing... - Consider this my homage to the amazing community of Dramione fanfiction! Words: 9937, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Harry Potter, Theodore Nott Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Smut, Shameless Smut, Ministry of Magic Employee Hermione Granger, Ministry of Magic Employee Draco Malfoy, Time Turners (Harry Potter), Time Travel, Multiverse, Snarky Draco Malfoy, Banter, Arithmancy (Harry Potter), Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Malfoy Manor (Harry Potter), POV Draco Malfoy, Hogwarts, Post-Hogwarts, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Alcohol, Zombie Apocalypse, Voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Legilimency (Harry Potter), First Kiss, Oral Sex, Falling In Love, Idiots in Love via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/tAmNRpy July 19, 2023 at 04:27PM

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All Of Us Are Dead

All Of Us Are Dead https://ift.tt/1n6hsP9 by theartisticonion “We need to tell everyone,” Hermione finally said to him. “It seems to me like all the people that are inside have no clue as to what is going on outside these doors.” She then took a pause and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to recompose herself. “It’s too dangerous. We cannot risk coming into contact with the infected ones. Otherwise we’ll turn into them.” Draco gave her a grave expression. “Turn into what?” “Zombies,” she said to him, blankly.  Words: 2234, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, 지금 우리 학교는 | All of Us Are Dead (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood, Blaise Zabini, Cedric Diggory, Dean Thomas, Lavender Brown, Parvati Patil, Padma Patil, Neville Longbottom, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Enemies to Lovers, Zombie Apocalypse, Angst and Romance, Action & Romance, Mild Gore, Blood and Injury, Blood and Violence, Zombies, Character Death, Survival, Good Slytherins, Not Beta Read via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/hEnHmkP December 25, 2022 at 03:13AM

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Gravity

Gravity https://ift.tt/RUkE4bu by adalwolf Two years after Voldemort's demise in the hands of Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, everything seems to be going well as the wizarding world rebuilds its community from the ground up. That is until a faithful death eater activated a virus that started a magical biological warfare that ended all of society as they knew it. It's up to Allaine Dominique Grey to find a way to find a cure before a war between muggles and wizards ensues, wiping out the small percentage of survivors around the world.   "If I cannot rule the world while I'm alive, let it drown in bones, flesh, and blood."   - Harry Potter Post-War -   (Updated sporadically.) Words: 3992, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/F, F/M, Multi Characters: Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Original Female Character(s), Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Original Male Character(s) Relationships: Fred Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Fred Weasley & George Weasley & Original Female Character(s), George Weasley/Original Female Character(s), Luna Lovegood/Pansy Parkinson, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Theodore Nott/Original Female Character(s), Theodore Nott & Original Female Character(s), Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Original Female Character(s)/Original Male Character(s) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Zombie Apocalypse, Post-War, Fred Weasley Lives, Rabies, Post-Apocalypse, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Suicide via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/KBcFlbw November 07, 2022 at 03:55AM