#* MIRROR ( marcus flint. )

[christussy]

boyfriend award

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fred weasley x reader

——— fred weasley is ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had ———

he wasn’t your first boyfriend but definitely your last, or at least it felt that way because of how in love you were with him.

laying on his hard chest as he tangled your hair, fred weasley was ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.

you came to that conclusion quite early on.

he was the most lovable guy at hogwarts. sure he was irritating and annoying sometimes but his charms made people fall to their knees.

there was a rumor once that a third year was so in love with him they tried to spike his butterbeer, but fred caught on early enough and fed it to ron.

they then had to go to the hospital wing that day which was coincidentally where you and fred met.

madam pompey wasn’t as mad at them as she was at you that day though.

you had just beaten up marcus flint for “accidentally” spilling porridge all over you. the only reason he even did that was because a week prior to the porridge incident, you had left hair removal in his shampoo and now he looked like the mix of voldemort and big bird had a child.

can’t say he didn’t have it coming.

—

when fred heard of your prank, he knew he needed to meet you immediately. the one thing he knew how to do was prank people more horrid than pumpkin candy.

“the ever-popular y/n, tell me your secrets.” fred teased.

“what secrets?” you countered, folding your arms.

fred had you cornered outside the hospital wing but you swore you had never felt as comfortable as now.

maybe it was his looming presence or the warmth of your now bloody jacket, but everything in that moment felt comforting.

“how did your hands land on hair-removing shampoo? and how did it end up in flint’s bathroom? so many questions and none answered.” he said with a curious tone.

“well maybe if you let me talk first i could answer them.”

fred smirked, for some reason your witty response made his heart flip more times than it did during quidditch games.

“i got the bottle from my cousin in the americas, and i convinced one of flint’s friends to exchange the shampoos without marcus noticing. well of course i had to provide payment by agreeing to do his homework for potions but it was so worth it.” you explained, and fred could see the glint in your eyes.

“well done, if it was up to me i would’ve exchanged his body soap for rocks.”

“quite a sadist, aren’t you fred weasley?” you teased.

“not sure what you’re getting at y/n y/l/n. i only enjoy the occasional bloody prank, nothing sadistic about that.”

“Y/N Y/L/N! when I find you you’ll be sporting your own bruises!” marcus flint exclaimed from inside the hospital wing as his friends attempted to take the mirror out of his hands.

“guess he doesn’t like the look of purple and bald on him.” you shrugged with a smirk.

you assumed fred would’ve laughed along but he was looking quite grim.

it was then that you noticed his stiff body and arms fisted on his side.

“fred, what’s wrong?”

“he shouldn’t be talking to you like that. especially if he’s threatening you y/n.” fred said with anger in his eyes.

“calm down. nothing i’m not used to as an aftermath of another prank.” you tried to reason, “it is my fault that he’s in there looking like lord voldemort.”

fred cracked out a smile at that comment before letting his anger dissipate away.

“it’s still not okay. when he gets out of here another prank is coming his way.” fred muttered the last bit to himself but realized that you could hear him as he looked down at you with a smirk.

a smirk that made your knees weak.

a smirk that would stay in your mind for weeks to come.

—

after that conversation, fred weasley had appeared in your life more times than in the past.

the routes you had taken before were now included with a red headed jokester who always smiled brightly at you in passing.

the rumors you heard about all the pranks happening to marcus flint were created by none other than fred.

you found that out on a fateful day marcus flint almost ran into you with pink robes on. he had fred, george, and a bunch of first years tailing after him as they laughed.

fred threw you a wink when he noticed you were watching with shock on your face.

the way your body reacted to his wink made you realize you might just have a crush on fred weasley.

—

putting ur chin on his chest and making eye contact with him, you smiled up at fred.

“something on your mind, love?” fred asked as he placed a kiss on your forehead.

“nothing much. just thinking about how we first met.”

“oh yeah, remind me again. was it with marcus flint’s bald head or when you obsessively started stalking me.” he teased you.

“i did not stalk you fred weasley!” you protested with a grin.

“easily could’ve. but there was no reason to, i was hooked from the moment i laid eyes on you outside of that hospital wing.”

when he said sweet things like that, it was hard for you not to fall in love with him all over again.

fred weasley was ultimately the best boyfriend you’ve ever had.

-chrissy!!!

[mxrcusflint]

objects in mirror may be closer than they appear

Oliver settled across from Flint. “Do you still have the captaincy?” Marcus’ mouth twisted. “Yes?” “Then it doesn’t matter, does it?” Oliver grinned.  For a moment he wasn’t sure if Flint was going to punch him or jinx him, but then the slow smirk he’d come to know spread across Marcus’ face. If he was being honest, it was a relief. If he was being vulnerable, it was one of his favourite expressions.

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[noxtms]

❝       KISS THEIR SINGLE LIFE GOODBYE ! join us for the respective bach bashes honoring pansy parkinson & marcus flint on saturday, the 21st of december, all kicking off at 4pm ! your official invite will outline your plans for the day as well as the expected dress code - hint : just this once, there'll be plenty of white ! the happy couple are registered on diagon alley for gifts in advance of their december 25th wedding. rsvp by december 16th to blaise zabini or adrian pucey and include in your note if you have any special dietary requirements !      ❞

WHO, WHAT, WHEN, WHERE :  

PANSY'S CELEBRATION : starts off at 4pm sharp with spa treatments at boils & bubbles on diagon alley ! guests are welcome to their choice of 3 from an extensive list of services, so long as they make sure to be wrapped up in time for their 6:30pm booking at le lieu royal, a high end restaurant a few doors down that serves expensive french food, all with the kind of names that are difficult for a non native speaker to pronounce. the plan is to take in a three course meal and then hit amortentia, a popular wixen nightclub just up the road where man of honor blaise zabini has so graciously offered to foot the bill, as long as pansy considers it her wedding gift. what looks to be a rather cramped stone building from the outside is, actually, a space that contains over a dozen themed rooms all charmed by madam amare and renovators to be upwards of twice their previous size. each room has its own theme and comes complete with its own cocktail menu, too. there's a caberet room, a muggle speakeasy, a bubblegum pink love room that pumps tiny amounts of amortentia potion out through hidden vaporisers, a mirror room, a dance floor surrounded by strobe lights, a classy rooftop lounge and, of course, a handful of vip areas that come with their own private djs and door security - one of those is where pansy's bachelorette is being held, though guests are free to wander. amortentia is the kind of place that doesn't really feel real, so wix better be careful stepping out for a smoke break or a breath of fresh air. if they rub off the bright pink stamp at the back of their hand, shaped like a vial of their namesake potion, they won't be getting back inside.

MARCUS'S CELEBRATION : kicks off at 4pm, too, though marcus opted to arrange finger food at wixen casino located on knockturn alley over spa treatments or expensive dinners ! combining their early night activity with the soakage that one needs for a heavy night of drinking ensured that their night got to start as soon as possible, and at 7:30pm, they and their guests already appropriately tipsy from bottomless drinks, they plan to move to the poison apple. poison, as its nicknamed, has gotten a fairly bad rep since an unfortunate accident a few years ago saw some undisclosed potions end up in their cocktail offerings, but it's still a mighty fun time. marcus and their group have the main club room all to themselves, complete with a special cocktail menu and a local dj, though it's much less 'boutique' than amortentia, over on diagon alley.

someone told them once that any good bach bash continues well into the next day, and marcus is deadset on that being their experience of their 'final night of freedom' - poison might close its doors at 2am and expect them out by half past, but the party only continues at the falmouth falcons player house. the huge mansion on the coast of cornwall where marcus & the other teammembers live at full time is what you'd expect of a sportsteams glorified frat house but has plenty of booze and plenty of speakers to make sure that the fun just DOESN'T stop.

BOTH : have a dress code requiring their guests to wear predominately white so that their black attire - for 'mourning' their single lives - really pops !

OUT OF CHARACTER:

this mini event starts with the posting of this message and will end one week from now on december 26th, with the wedding itself kicking off pretty directly after !

all threads are to be confined to the discord, as this is not an on dash event. feel free to continue your ongoing dash threads as normal ! 

it's up to you whether your character would attend or not, but don't feel too caught up on the 'believability' side of things - keep in mind that pansy & marcus are both kind of unlikable people and if left to their own devices, probably wouldn't have anyone involved at all ! it'd be enough for you to just say your character is also confused by their invite but playing along for the sake of a free meal / free night on the town, but if you want to establish a more solid reason for their attendance, feel free to either shoot a message to myself or ziggy or make something up ! both are fairly large events, and the guest list hasn't been curated by them, specifically. it'll include plenty of people they don't even really play nice with, and it's also fine to say that there's plenty of plus one's, too ! everyone's welcome, no one is required.

you can find a channel over on the discord for bach party outfits, with the dress code set in place for both being predominately white outfits for guests and black for the couple !

if you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to message the main, and please like this post once you’ve read it ! 

[elisedonut]

Decided to try to do something for @hpkinktober mostly just to practice writing smut since it's something I feel like I struggle with

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley Characters: Percy Weasley, Marcus Flint Additional Tags: Mild Smut, Hand Jobs, Possessive Marcus Flint, Mirror Sex, School Uniforms, Hogwarts uniform specifically, Percy Weasley-centric Summary:

Percy puts on Hogwarts robes for the first time in years.

[nauticalparamour]

Chapter Fifteen

That was until one afternoon late in June, when Harry knocked on the open door, finding her hunched over her desk (starting work on her next best seller... Clementine Dearly never slept). "Um... Marcus Flint is at the front door and asking to see you," he said, looking at her very skeptically. "Do you want me to tell him to leave?"

"No!" Hermione stood up immediately, shaking her head no. If Marcus had come all the way here, she wasn't going to send him away without getting the chance to talk things out with him. Catching her rather frazzled reflection in the mirror, she desperately tucked stray hairs behind her ears. "No, I'd like to talk to him, if you can... bring him up here?"

"Hermione, is this the guy you—"

She cut off a rather concerned looking Harry before he could finish his thought. "I'll answer all of your questions, later, I promise," she said, pushing him towards the door so she could do a quick tidy of Ginny's room.

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[liiilyevans]

I feel the lavender haze creepin' up on me Surreal, I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say No deal, the 1950s shit they want from me I just wanna stay in that lavender haze

Or, all Draco and Astoria really want is stay in when they have to go out.

A/N: After all I've put these guys through, there is no way I couldn't give them a happy ending. I hope you enjoy the last part of this series!

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As Astoria finished fasten a pearl necklace around her neck, she took a look at herself in the mirror. Red lipstick, hair back in an elegant twist, green gown that Draco had bought her. Speaking of. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him breathing out cigar smoke into her dressing room. The cigars were a nasty habit he’d picked up from Theo and his circle of friends, and one she indulged in only when Lucius Malfoy was around. He’d made the mistake of telling her it was unseemly for a woman to smoke cigars after Draco had offered her one was a joke. Astoria made sure to smoke at least one in his presence on the rare occasion she and Draco visited Malfoy Manor. 

“Are you done with that?” she asked. 

It wasn’t really a question, and Draco knew it. As he put out his cigar, he sent her an annoyed look. 

Crossing her arms, Astoria leaned her hip against her vanity, the wood biting into her hip. “Daphne keeps asking me about a ring.” 

“Did you tell your sister she can buy her own jewelry?” 

It was a running joke between them. Daphne would hint very openly about the possibility of a marriage, Astoria would very obviously ignore her, and Draco would roll his eyes loud enough for everyone to hear. It was all very amusing. 

“No.” Astoria couldn’t help the butterflies singing in her stomach as Draco rose from his seat and made his way toward her. Over the last few years, he’d grown up and she with him. There was no more scared boy afraid of reliving the past. No, he was a man now. One she loved. 

Draco fiddled with the edge of her sleeve before sliding his fingertips under her elbow and across her ribcage until he reached her back. The dress was fairly modest in the front with its high neckline, but her back was completely exposed. Astoria assumed that was why he’d bought this dress for her; because he liked to run his thumb over her spine when they danced or when they were in the middle of a conversation. It have never failed to send a chill down her spine. Even now. 

“I bought you a dress,” he said. 

“I know.” She couldn’t stop the grin that slid across her face. “Daphne doesn’t think that’s sufficient.” 

Draco hummed. “Do you think it’s sufficient?” 

“I think you shouldn’t worry about it,” she said easily winding her arms around his neck. 

Her sister wanted her and Draco to get married, and his parents were waiting for the moment when Draco finally tired of her. For her part, Astoria was content for them to live in their own world until they were strong armed into a social event by his parents or forced to attend a Ministry function because of her job. Tonight, it was the former. 

“I should just worry about your cousin hexing me then.” 

Astoria laughed. “Marcus was only kidding.” 

“Flint doesn’t joke.” 

Astoria begged to differ. Marcus had found it highly amusing when Draco looked like he was going to piss himself. 

“But no. You shouldn’t worry about that either.” 

When he rested his forehead against her own, Astoria closed her eyes and let the smell of oak and vanilla wrap around her like it had that night she’d wrapped herself in his coat. It was comforting now with a touch of that odd thrill running up her spine. Two years was a long time, but that fire between them had never really settled, and Astoria liked to fan those sparks occasionally. Gently, she dug her fingers into his back and pulled them downward. 

“Astoria.” 

"Draco."

He opened his eyes, and Astoria was meant with beautiful shades of grey and blue. 

“I thought you wanted to make to this gala.” 

Astoria shrugged. “Not particularly.” She unwrapped herself from him and slid herself onto the edge of her vanity. “Your parents want us to make it.” 

Draco huffed before place his palms on either side of her thighs. “You’re a nuisance.” 

“You like it.” 

He didn’t deny it, only allowed his lips to quirk upwards slightly. Quickly, Astoria pressed her mouth to his. When she pulled back, his lips were stained red with her lipstick; something that never failed to amuse her and annoy Draco. He scoffed and grabbed a rag to wipe his mouth with. 

“Hey.” Astoria grabbed his arm. “I love you.” 

Draco just rolled his eyes. “We’re going to be late.”

She hopped of the vanity. “I call that making an entrance.” She gestured toward the door. “After you.” 

[raviliuz]

In one realllllly old fanfiction of mine, Oliver Wood had dreams in which he was looking in the Mirror of Erised. It was Flintwood and those dreams' purpose was to show how Oliver's feelings and desires changed over time

In the first one, Oliver saw himself with Quidditch Cup, celebrating victory

In the second one, he was holding Quidditch Cup as well, but Marcus Flint was present in the scene, congratulating him

The third one was also showing Marcus Flint congratulating him (to be more precise, kissing his cheek as a reward) but Quidditch Cup was mentioned but not present. The main wasn't the Quidditch Cup, it was Marcus Flint

The last one was just Marcus. Simply playing Quidditch together, not to win, just for fun, roughly of course (cmon its Flint after all) but kissing every bruise better afterward

Btw Mirror of Erised is called Ain Eingarp in polish ("pragnienia" backward, it means desires so it's the same basically but it just sounds so good)

Also, how are you doing with that whole pornbot apocalypse?

[disastrvs]

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[fieldofsecretss]

Hello! I hope you’re doing okay :)

First, I absolutely love your one shots! I hope i didn’t misunderstand and that requests are open. If yes, this is my first request ever so bear with me pls. I don’t really know what Im asking tbh but my size kink is going crazy. So can you write something about draco being taller than reader? Either fluff or smut or whatever you’re comfortable with at the moment !! I understand if you’re not comfortable writing it :)

I’m sooo sorry that I answered you soo late, love! But here we go! A couple of scenarios just for youuuu❤️💋

“You’re so cute when you’re a little grumpy nugget” he coos mirroring your little pout.

“Stop that! Just give it back, I have to study” you crossed your arms over your chest and stomped with you foot to prove your point a bit.

“But I love watching you jump up and down for me, like a little bunny” he gave you your book back and you snatched it angrily from him and stomped off to the library.

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*Hogsmeade*

“Hold my hand, baby. Don’t wanna loose you every time I look away” Draco held out his left hand for you to take, he’s so much taller than you that some people could easy mistake you for being his daughter or something, which made you a little embarrassed sometimes.

You wrapped you hand around his ring and pinkie finger and started your shopping trip together <3 <3

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Your last class for the day finally ended and you were sooo tired you thought you might pass out, but theres when your beloved boyfriend come in. You were still sitting on your chair even though the class was dismissed, your head laying on the desk and your eyes were closed.

“Are you okay, love?” A voice startled you making you sit up straight again. But a sigh of relief showed when you saw Draco crouched beside your desk, his eyebrows furrowed in concern at your weak dorm.

“M’yeah, just tired s’all” he stood up straight and grabbed your book bag and tossed it over his shoulder. Your face lit up. You knew where this was going.

“Up” you giggled tiredly while making grabby hands towards the blonde boy, who only smirked.

He picked you up and you clinged onto him like a koala. You nuzzled your face into his neck and inhaled his scent... he carried you to his private dorm and tucked you into bed.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~🔞~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Oh, dray c-can’t take it” you panted. Draco was not even half way inside of you and you already felt like you were on fire, the stretch burning through your whole body.

“Shh shh, you can baby. Look at me” he grabbed your chin with his thumb and pointer finger making you look him in the eyes. He kissed away a single tear that slipped down your cheek.

-slight time skip-

He was pounding inside of you in a slow yet hard pace, you skin had a small layer of sweat. Mouth open but no words came, just pants and moans. Suddenly you felt his hand press onto your lower stomach.

“Feel that baby? Feel how deep inside i am , so tiny I feel like I might break you..” you looked where his eyes were glued, you could see the outline of his cock on your tummy.

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“You hear me?! No one and I mean no single fucking soul can tease you about your height except me!” Draco was fuming over the fact that you came looking for him feeling a little down the weather after a mean comment from the one and only Marcus Flint.

Fine! You weren’t that tall, quite short actually. But that didn’t mean that you liked to get teased about looking like a child next to Draco and yada yada!

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You saw Draco talking to his friends in the hall, and decided to give him a hug.

You skipped over to him, but the closer you got you remembered the height difference...so when you reached him you stood behind him. You poked his back, smiling like a little maniac when he turned around to find you.

“Hello, love wha-“

“Can you crouch down a bit so that I can hug you, please?” You cut him off. His friends laughed a little behind him, he sent them a deadly glare and they immediately shut the hell up.

He did what you asked him and opened his arms out for you. You hugged him tightly.

“Did something happen, honey bunny?” He asked. Honey bunny? That’s new you thought.

“Nope, just felt like hugging you tight. Was planning on hugging you from behind, but forgot that you were a fucking giant so-“

“Language”

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[academicdisasterfic]

Six Sentence Someday

This feels as good a time as any to say I'm writing my break up, glow up, fall back in love fic??? It's long, and it's got a long way to go, but some key elements: Draco leaves his husband, goes to law school, the Ministry is corrupt, Draco starts helping the Gryffindor squad take them to international court, he and Harry work closely together, and there's a Golden Retriever and a Scottish Wildcat and lots of cute things. It's much more character focussed than the plot would have you believe, and very much about finding yourself and learning to love who you are. This scene takes place just before Draco's first day on the case. Thanks for the tag @tackytigerfic <3

CW for homophobic language/internalised homophobia

...

Draco squeezed his eyes shut as a kaleidoscope of scenes played in his mind.

‘You’re a disgrace,’ Lucius says to five year old Draco, snatching Narcissa’s pink lipstick from him.

‘No one will care that you’re bent if you don’t act like it,’ Marcus Flint advises a panicking, teary thirteen year old Draco.

‘That’s a bit over the top, isn’t it?’ Theo asks twenty year old Draco, who looks wistfully at a Muggle floral suit, dark blue and blush pink accentuated with gold lining.

‘Fuck this,’ Draco suddenly said to the empty room, and Lyra gave a small meow in assent. He strode over to his dresser, and drew out a string of pearls that once belonged to his grandmother, securing them under his collar. He pulled out his collection of silver rings and shoved his usual favourites on, and changed his tongue piercing from clear to bronze (the tongue piercing had been, of course, Pansy’s idea, a probably ill-considered choice preceded by three rounds of tequila). He brushed out his eyebrows and put on mascara and lip balm.

When he finally stood back and looked at himself in the mirror, it was like something clicked into place and a small voice, from somewhere deep and hidden inside him, said I’ve been waiting for this.

Perhaps he did look a bit too camp for his father’s taste. Perhaps his ex-husband wouldn’t have found him to be appropriately dressed. Perhaps he just didn’t give a fuck, anymore.

He was going to his first day in an office, after eight years - well, twenty-six years, really - of being exactly who everyone else expected him to be. Fuck that. Fuck that. He got to do this on his own terms, now.

I tag anyone who wants to participate! plus @merlinisnotover @softlystarstruck @lou-isfake @drarrymybeloved @scattered-moonlight @skeptiquewrites @phoebe-delia

[yourtokentrophywife]

@careofmagicalshippers asked for the time-travel snippet, so here it is <3 more flintwood for the people!

time-travel

Marcus Flint feels unwell after the Falmouth Falcons lose to the Tutshill Tornados. It’s not entirely his fault, but it feels like it is. It’s mid-season and the result of 210 points against a whopping 430 points isn’t a great one.

The match leaves Marcus on edge; agitated and twitchy as if his head’s not right. He apparates into his flat with the intent of sleeping it away and waking up fit for fight again. Though the slumber doesn’t come easy.

He doesn’t sleep well. The night turns out to be unruly: wind blowing strongly against the windows of his darkened bedroom, sheets feeling itchy and hot and sweat clings to his skin as he tries to calm his breathing. His head throbs and his muscles ache from overworking himself. The pressure hurts as it catches the muscles in his back, tight and painful. He tosses and turns in his bed, reaching out for something to hold him, steady him, but there’s nothing there. No one there.

***

Marcus is dimly aware of two things when he wakes up: the brightness of his bedroom and the body curled up next to his. Marcus doesn’t think much of it at first, moving up into a sitting position slowly, taking in his surroundings with a weary gaze.

There are large windows to his left framed by thin, beige curtains: ones that let in loads of light, but look modern and are definitely not like the ones Marcus has in his own flat. The sun is strong behind the curtains, making the room bright, warm and glowing and not at all the dark, neutral space that he is accustomed to. The dresser across from the bed is cluttered with quidditch magazines, an award of some sort and a framed photo of an elderly lady that Marcus does not recognise. The room is light and consists of mostly brown, beige and warm tones: not a single speck of emerald green or black in sight.

There are plants, too. Big, luscious, green plants are scattered around the room and Marcus becomes certain that this is not his flat.

He has no idea how he got here or who he is lying next to, but Marcus must have managed to wake him, because the man moves and a voice sounds in the quiet room.

“Marcus,” the man says, voice muffled and rough with sleep. The ‘r’ in Marcus’ name comes out sounding like a seductive, deep roll and Marcus feels a shudder run through him. “Are you okay?” The brown-haired man looks up with half-lidded amber eyes, his hair a mess, tousled and sticking up in several directions.

Something cold pulses through Marcus. He knows that face. He knows that accent.

There is a hand on his chest, lightly stroking through the hairs there, and Marcus barely moves an inch. He tries not to panic at the comforting and intimate gesture and has no idea what to say, so he coughs and says “toilet” like an idiot.

Oliver fucking Wood nods tiredly, his chocolate eyes slipping closed, a small smile on his lips. “Okay,” he says and snuggles deeper into the covers.

Marcus climbs out of bed, legs shaky and unsturdy. He makes his way across the floor to where he thinks the bathroom is and hurries inside when he finds it, fumbling to lock it. He stands for a bit, unsure of what to do, and in taking in his surroundings, he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror. Only, it’s not quite him.

He looks older.

More distinguished. More handsome too.

His hair is different: it is shorter on the sides and longer on the top and it looks good. He has scruff as well, not a beard, but a bit more than a five o’clock shadow. His jawline is more defined and when he opens his mouth, he has to step back because his teeth are nice.

Straight and white—not overgrown or crooked at all.

He is broader too, his shoulders less rounded and more square. His abdominal muscles speak of hard training sessions and it’s a strange comfort knowing that he must still be a quidditch player, at least. For whatever this strange dream is, it is somehow reassuring to know that he must still be playing quidditch and that he is in even better shape than he had been going to bed.

Marcus tiptoes out of the bathroom, careful not to wake the sleeping Oliver Wood, who keeps making small, soft noises. A muffled moan, a mumble—Wood turns in his sleep, turning towards Marcus.

He tries not to stare too much, but it’s a bizarre sight. Marcus has never seen Wood like this. Calm, serene, relaxed and completely untroubled. It’s a far cry from the man he meets on the pitch all the time. He looks older too. Perhaps in his early thirties, too—

Too? Marcus shakes his head. He needs to know the date, the year.

He makes his way towards his own side of the bed, or at least what he assumes is his side and well, he is right, there it is on the nightstand. His wand: spruce wood, dragon heartstring core and 12½ inches.

Marcus wastes no time. He casts a tempus, and as the numbers appear mid-air, he nearly faints as he sees the year.

It is 2009.

He is thirty-fucking-five.

[mxrcusflint]

objects in mirror may be closer than they appear

Percy’s words were coming to haunt him now at this charity night. Truth be told, Oliver didn’t know exactly what being in love was supposed to be like – all he knew was the sleepless nights. A flurry of letters between them. Jealousy spiking at tabloid reports of Flint slung over his teammates on a night out and the knowledge that other people probably shared his bed. The guilt he felt when he kissed someone else.  The pit of anxiety in his stomach right now, waiting for the other shoe to drop. It was no different than their early flirting. No plan or reason but it would happen, drawn to each other like moths to a flame: Marcus would take the plunge, and Oliver would tumble down and follow.

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[drac-ho]

Hurt (Draco x Slytherin!Reader)

Summary: you get hurt during a Quidditch match, but the wound hurts Draco more than it hurts you

I got inspo for this on TikTok I hate myself

TW: blood, wounds, angst

“Ten points to Gryffindor!” Lee Jordan’s voice rang through the speakers as you furrowed your brows in frustration. The team’s performance was well below par today - yours included. Umbridge’s harsh study regiments meant that you had less and less time to practice, all the while half the team swanned around with Inquisitory Squad badges on their cloaks. If you were hoping to make a career out of Quidditch, you had to knock some sense into Draco and the rest of his cronies or else this would go down as the worst year Slytherin’s Quidditch team had had in decades. 

“Get your act together, Draco!” You shouted out as he buried his head in his hands after losing sight of the snitch for the third time this game. He immediately looked up, shooting a spiteful grimace in your direction and flew off towards Harry. Despite being a half-blood and a Slytherin, Draco had always had a vendetta against you. You weren’t sure why - you didn’t associate with Potter, only sometimes joking with the twins, and kept mainly to yourself, only ever speaking to Draco when you had to. In fact, you were always, in some ways, sweet to him; you didn’t go out of your way to flood him with compliments but you had never said anything bad to him before - more than what he could say about you. 

You headed back up toward your side of the pitch and waited for someone to bat the quaffle in your direction. Just as you caught it, Angelina Johnson was hot on your tail. You swerved in and out of various players, Draco coming up beside you to your right. “Where’s the snitch?” You quickly asked him, focusing your attention on Oliver Wood who was harbouring one of the hoops. Draco remained silent, instead attempting to blatch you. Assuming it was a mistake, you swerved to the left to move away from him. He moved his broomstick further into yours, causing you to lose balance. “Draco, what are you–”

Before you knew it, you were falling twenty feet to the ground, Lee Jordan’s voice calling out across the stadium. You landed with a snap, immediately feeling a painful burn soaring down the left side of your side. You laid still for a few seconds before you sat up, somehow without any evident broken bones, and looked down at the damage. Your broomstick was snapped in half and you had landed on the jagged bits of wood. There was a bloody tear in your robes where you were clearly wounded but other than that you were fine. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” Marcus Flint asked Draco. Both teams had come back down to the ground to check if you were okay. The crowd looked on in concern but chatted amongst themselves.

“It was an accident Flint!” Draco argued back, looking away. Fred and George knelt down beside you. “You okay to stand, Y/N?” Fred asked, his eyebrows furrowed in concern as he looked you up and down. You nodded your head, allowing the twins to assist you in standing up.  You smiled at the two tall boys as you walked over to Marcus. 

“I can play if Madam Hooch lets me get a spare broom.” You said, eager to get back up there and continue the game. Marcus raised an eyebrow as he looked down at your bleeding torso. He nodded hesitantly, and you breathed a sigh of relief - besides Marcus, you were the best player on the team and he knew letting you sit out would be surrendering the win, which the team desperately needed to avoid losing the championship.

“Out of my way!” You heard Madam Hooch push through players as she finally got to you. “Were you blatched? I didn’t quite see what happened, dear.” You looked at Draco, biting your lip and shook your head. “No, Professor. It was an accident.” She nodded and looked hesitantly at Angelina, who held her arms up in innocence. “Very well, go and clean up and get a spare broom from the changing rooms. We’ll hold the game for ten minutes. If you don’t think you can continue, we’ll have no choice but to substitute in.” Nodding, you turned away and walked back towards the changing rooms. 

Once you were alone, you allowed yourself to wince in pain. You grabbed the first aid kit from the shelf and walked into the bathroom to sort yourself out with the aid of the mirror. Shrugging your cloak off, you lifted up your jersey and stared at the huge gash that was spilling blood. It hurt when you ran your finger over it and you had to bite down on your tongue to avoid crying out in pain - you’d need stitches but Madam Pomfrey would sort you out in no time after the game was over. Tears welled up in your eyes but you wouldn’t let them spill down your cheeks. Your ears were ringing from the pain and your head was clouded as you watched the wound pulsate as you breathed - you didn’t even hear the footsteps echo down the hall. 

“I’m fine.” You gutturally choked out as Draco’s face appeared from behind you in the mirror. His facial expression remained solid as he silently walked over and picked up the first aid kit from atop the sink. He looked through the pack, pulling out bandages, alcohol wipes, gauze and a compress. “These will help.” He said, putting them on the side. He looked at your reflection in the mirror, his eyes trailing down to the wound. You saw him wince for a split second before his face turned stone cold again, almost as if you’d imagined it.

“You can leave now.” You tried hard not to let your voice shake. You wouldn’t break down in front of him, especially considering he was the one who blatched you and pushed you off your broom on purpose. You wondered why he had tried and succeeded to hurt you, but another part of you didn’t care - it was probably just because you hurt his masculinity or something. “I don’t know why you’re attempting to help me anyway, you’re the one who put me here.” Your voice was still shaky and you internally branded yourself for it. He nodded his head slightly, quickly turning on his heel and leaving through the open door. 

You waited a few seconds before you let yourself cry. The pain was so intense it nearly made you pass out when you cleaned the wound with the wipes. You let out a gutteral cry as you held the compress in place and attempted to wrap the gauze and bandage around your abdomen. You choked out tears and small yelps until you were done. 

However, what you hadn’t realised was that Draco was still only just outside of the door. He slouched himself down the wall and onto the floor, holding his head in his hands. Every cry you let out hurt his heart as his eyes welled up. He hadn’t meant to hurt you - he thought that if he gave you a nudge it’d scare you and make you stop calling him out on mistakes he continued making. “I’m so fucking stupid.” He whispered to himself, his own tears slowly running down his cheek as he realised he’d hurt the only girl he loved. 

He stood up, wiping his tears and holding his breath as he looked up at the ceiling, something he’d learnt stopped the crying from all the years of being with his father. He left the corridor and made his way back to his friends before you could see him crying over you - after all, he was sure he’d screwed everything up with you by now.

[oliverwvvd]

the potential for chaos

For the anon who asked about Yule Ball Flintwood, this is a beginning of sorts for you. This didn’t turn out the way I anticipated originally when you presented the concept, so I offer this as version 1.0 with something softer to follow.

pairing: Marcus Flint x Oliver Wood

premise: Marcus shows up to the Yule Ball solo. So does Oliver. Neither one is especially pleased about it, and the reasons why are personal.

wordcount: 2,194 words.

The Yule Ball. Welcome to the distinct scent of too much teenage desperation in one room.

The snide thought belonged to Marcus Flint, whose dress robes fit just fine, thanks very much, not that the same could be said of some of the people attending. Weasley the younger, for example, looked like a cat crawled onto the front of his robes, rolled around, and then obligingly threw up a lacy hairball before departing. Marcus’ were, shockingly, not green, because Slytherins were in fact capable of wearing colours that weren’t the house colours. Instead, he’d gone for navy blue, and they were tailored to fit. For now, he was leaning with his right shoulder firmly parked against a nearby wall, drink in hand (liberally spiked, courtesy of Pucey’s far too innocent face which had successfully hidden very good Firewhiskey somewhere on his person), and settling into the buzz around him.

He was razor-edged, dark hair and sharp jawline identifying him in the shadows, gaze steady still despite the warm burn of the Firewhiskey, and the growing warmth of the room. The music was alright, he supposed. He could work with this. He could especially work without being forced to find a date he didn’t like just to fit in, because no one dared give him crap about it. That left him with a sour thought of a very different kind he’d already decided not to dwell on. A lot of other people were on the dancefloor, but he was good right where he was, absorbing the potential for chaos and waiting for the lights to go just a little lower and darker. That was more his speed.

Unfortunately, someone else didn’t seem to care what his speed was, when they came up behind him and spoke into his ear. “You look bored, Flint. Looking for someone?”

Marcus didn’t even turn his head, simply took a sip of his drink. “Hardly. You evidently were, if you spotted me back here. Shouldn’t you be with your date, Wood? I’m sure you had a list of invites to choose from.” The words were cool and more than a little antagonistic, holding the pointed hint that he’d been fine by himself, and that Wood was welcome to leave him be now.

The other boy didn’t so much as take the hint, instead spoke more quietly, that hint of Glasgow burr there and gravelly in his ear. “Didn’t accept an invite, so no date. You?”

A little more to drink, but then he caught a hint of Firewhiskey that distinctly wasn’t from him. “So, you’ve also been in a corner drinking from whatever enchanted hipflask you and your mates in Gryffindor came up with, then,” he observed dryly. “Please to Merlin tell me at least that it’s not one with someone’s initials on it for when they inevitably drop and lose it later, at least.”

There was a very nearly painful silence then, and Marcus snorted, soft but still audible. “It figures.” It really, really did. “You know, it’s good form to at least cast a charm to hide the initials, Wood. I’m assuming it at least doesn’t belong to you.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

Marcus usually had to shut his eyes and count to ten before he bit the offending person’s head off and told them to mind their business at this stage. The Firewhiskey mellowed him out enough that it took away the edge to some degree, but it was still there.

“Good observation skills there, Wood,” he remarked, aware of other people potentially in earshot. “It’s almost as though it’s not really any of your business. Which it isn’t. But since you apparently can’t let it drop, I chose to attend solo. This is like a knock-off of all the same stuff that half of us deal with on holidays anyway.” The curse of the Sacred 28, old pureblood family gatherings and traditions and parties littered every holiday throughout the year. Inevitably, they all found ways of coping with the boredom after the age of fifteen, and usually that involved finding substances or decent company (preferably both) and vanishing from the scene entirely once it was deemed polite.

Wood moved in front of him then, there in the corner, solidly built shoulders blocking the rest of the room, mirroring the way Marcus leaned against the wall. He didn’t have any choice but to look at him then, and could only be grateful that the warm breath into his ear had stopped. If it hadn’t, he might have had to think too hard about how it made him feel, and he really didn’t want to right now.

“So you didn’t come with anyone.” It seemed like Wood was trying to make a point, but Marcus couldn’t tell what. It was frustrating, so rather than focus on that, he looked at the boy in front of him instead. He’d been lanky when they were younger, a bit skinny and coltish, but Quidditch had bulked him out and he was solidly built now at seventeen. And then there was the choice of dress robes; apparently he wasn’t the only one who made use of a tailor for once. That was a fine outline right there.

Realising he was admiring the view and that that wouldn’t do given the reason why he was in a mood in the first place, Marcus exhaled a sigh. “Obviously. What do you want, Wood?”

Wood seemed to realise he only had a finite amount of patience. That was a years overdue realisation as far as Marcus was concerned. “To dance with you.”

That made Marcus stare for a few seconds. Seeming to register that he wasn’t going to get a response unless he pushed, Oliver tilted his head at him. “One dance, Marcus. Something slow. We can stay right here in the corner for all I care, since you seem to prefer lurking in the shadows.” Then brown eyes examined him far too closely, his lips curled up into a smile that held just a hint of smirk at the edges. “Presuming you’re not too caught up in posing and sulking, of course.”

Oliver was crowding him now, just a little, and Marcus wasn’t entirely certain how he felt about it yet. His immediate response was no longer to punch the other boy in the face, that had been gone for a long while, so that was progress. “You can’t hold your Firewhiskey and you’re seriously misreading things, if that’s the best offer you can give me,” he pointed out bluntly. “So if you don’t mind, I’ll continue minding my own business right where I am. Lurking in the shadows.” That was when he leaned back and away, and took another sip of his drink. No one could see them back here. That thought made his pulse race.

Oliver (Wood, his mind stubbornly reminded him, trying to hang onto it) wasn’t necessarily going to just leave him alone, though, or so it appeared. “Then come out of here with me for a minute,” he said, voice quiet but still carrying through the space between them. “I want to talk to you about something.”

Marcus sighed exasperatedly, and drained what was left in the cup. Obligingly, it vanished the moment he set it down on a nearby table, and at this point, he’d given up arguing with Oliver. “Fine. You get two minutes.”

Once they did get outside, though, Marcus hadn’t quite registered just how much Oliver intended to make the most of those two minutes. He found himself rapidly dragged around a corner and pressed into an alcove hidden behind a statue that he hadn’t even known was there. When he went to ask what the fuck, Oliver put a hand over his mouth. “Shh, someone will hear.”

Beyond annoyed and now suspecting where this was going, neither of which he enjoyed, Marcus dragged Oliver’s hand off his mouth and hissed his next words. “What are you doing?”

Earnest brown eyes were fixed on him then, and this time, Marcus couldn’t get away or give him the cold shoulder. “Are you seriously still mad that someone tried to ask me to this thing?”

Marcus gave him a truly evil glare then. “You mean, am I pleased that someone else asked the person I’m not allowed to walk down the corridor with? I’m absolutely thrilled. Someone else walks up to you and asks right where I can hear; I kiss you in dark corners and Quidditch changing rooms for three months and get ignored when convenient.” The tone was flat, but the sarcasm wasn’t.

He saw Oliver wince, and then, completely annoyed and altogether done with the conversation, Marcus went to shoulder past him. Instead, he found himself pushed back into the stone, found himself being kissed, and he wasn’t letting Oliver think that was the last word on it. He wasn’t about to be lulled into compliance. Rather than lean into it, instead, he nipped the other’s bottom lip sharply, just enough to make him feel it, a kiss like a warning, before he reached up and sunk his fingers into his hair.

If he couldn’t have the evening, he was going to make sure Oliver went back with bruised, swollen lips, hair a mess, and every possible hallmark to show that he’d vanished with someone. Let everyone wonder who.

That it changed when Oliver seemed to yield, to surrender to being kissed rather than one doing the kissing didn’t escape Marcus either. It wasn’t until he could feel him trembling that Marcus released him, leaving him looking faintly dizzy where he stood. He smoothed out his robes then, slow and insouciant, enough to make Oliver watch the trail of his hands. “I’m not going to take whatever scraps you decide to throw me and be happy that’s all I get,” he said, words short, making sure they landed home. This was probably one of the worst sides of him. “You don’t act like it, so you don’t get to call me yours. Because I’m not.” Wasn’t that just the biggest lie he’d ever told, but it was supposed to be, because he was doing it purely to be mean and he knew it.

He lifted his thumb to the corner of his mouth then ran it along to the middle of his own lower lip, as though he could taste Oliver there. He could, Firewhiskey and everything that had become so familiar since they first crashed into trying to understand what this was. The reason he really did it, though, was to be a little bit cruel, to watch Oliver’s pupils dilate some more, to see him want to close the distance again, and then to deny him. Or at least, that’s the intention, right up until Oliver shakes his head. “Merlin help me you’re impossible sometimes,” was the set of words bitten out. “I was trying to apologise. To tell you that I only wanted to go with you, but I also wanted to protect this because it’s ours and people are incredibly nosy. I’m not ashamed of what we’re doing. You might not be mine, but I want you to be.”

Those were a set of words that Marcus badly wanted to be true, and it was enough to stop him cold, to make him rein in the sulking (if he was honest about what he’d been doing, that was it) and register them. The attempts to deflect hard that his feelings had actually been hurt had all ultimately proven to be unsuccessful, and he knew better than to use kissing as a weapon, it too often backfired and this was very much a case in point.

As though Oliver sensed the weakness somehow, damn him for it, the next time he was being touched was much gentler. “We could dance right here, if you wanted.” The words were breathed between them. That was when Marcus realised that they could still hear the music from the hall.

He made a decision. “Nah,” he said, not hesitating to turn down the suggestion. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.” He gave Oliver a pointed look then, and threw down the gauntlet. “Together.” It was a ceasefire, or the closest that they’d get, because they still needed to talk about the actual feelings involved at some point.

There was no phasing a Gryffindor with that kind of challenge, though, so Oliver didn’t even bat an eyelid. Show them anything like a bet you can’t and they immediately decided that not only could they, but screw you who says I can’t. The only reply Marcus got was a hand in his. It turned out he did want to kiss Oliver softly then, so it still took a few minutes longer for them to get back to the hall. When they did, the night sky that illuminated the ceiling had darkened to hold a spill of stars, and the lights had gone down to something far lower and barely there.

Oliver got his one dance. What he also got was a truth in his ear. “I’m only yours if you’re mine. Non-negotiable. What about it?”

The night wasn’t over yet.

[littlestivy]

Every canon Dramione moment

I have compiled here a list of every single time Draco and Hermione interacted in canon, talked about one another, or could have conceivably interacted for all your Hogwarts-era fanfic needs! 

If I left anything out, please don’t hesitate to comment or DM me! There are some really obvious ones I left out e.g. the fanfic classics: prefects’ bathroom, Astronomy Tower, Black Lake, Potions lesson...

I haven’t included page numbers because every edition is different and it would be confusing. This list is intended as pinpoint references for you to check out the scene in your own books, which is why they’re not super detailed.

Enjoy!

Philosopher's Stone

Chapter 6: The Journey  from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters

Harry and Draco’s altercation on the train—Hermione isn't there at the time but comes along soon after (could have bumped into him in the corridor)

Chapter 7: The Sorting Hat

Sorting Ceremony

Chapter 8: The Potions Master

Hermione trying to answer a question in potions, Draco and the Slytherins laughing at her

Chapter 9: The Midnight Duel

Draco tries to steal Neville's Remembrall at breakfast

flying lesson

Draco inviting Harry to a duel, Hermione overhears

Chapter 10: Hallowe'en

Harry receives his Nimbus Two Thousand and Draco confronts him, overheard by Hermione

Ron says something mean about Hermione after the Wingardium Leviosa lesson, she gets upset and isn't seen in the next class (could have potentially run into Draco while upset?)

Chapter 11: Quidditch

in courtyard during break

Hermione sets fire to Snape's robes during the Quidditch match against Slytherin (could have run into Draco on the way there)

Chapter 12: The Mirror of Erised

altercation with Draco after Potions

Chapter 13: Nicolas Flamel

Draco sitting behind Ron and Hermione during a Quidditch game and provoking Ron, Ron eventually tackles him and a fight breaks out between Ron, Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and Neville

Chapter 14: Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback

Malfoy overhears the Trio talking about Norbert at breakfast

Malfoy took Ron's book, which had a letter to Charlie asking to get rid of Norbert (Hermione could have confronted him to get the book back)

Malfoy caught by Professor McGonagall while the Trio are under the Invisibility Cloak

Chapter 15: The Forbidden Forest

Hermione keeping her head down in class after contributing to Gryffindor losing 150 points (Draco could potentially notice this?)

detention, Hermione worried about Draco and Ron when red sparks are seen

Chapter 17: The Man with Two Faces

Gryffindor wins the House Cup over Slytherin

Hermione comes top of the year (Draco is presumably second)

Chamber of Secrets

Chapter 4: At Flourish and Blotts

brawl between Lucius Malfoy and Arthur Weasley in Flourish and Blotts

Chapter 6: Gilderoy Lockhart

Draco making fun of Harry about signed photographs in the courtyard, Hermione has her nose buried in a book

Chapter 7: Mudbloods and Murmurs

Draco calls Hermione a Mudblood for the first time

Chapter 8: The Deathday Party

finding Mrs Norris and the "enemies of the heir beware" message

Chapter 9: The Writing on the Wall

Hermione sceptical about Malfoy being Slytherin's Heir

Chapter 10: The Rogue Bludger

Hermione researching Polyjuice Potion in the library

Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match

Hermione wanting to know how Malfoy fixed the bludger

Malfoy being yelled at by Marcus Flint for not catching the Snitch

Chapter 11: The Duelling Club

distraction for Hermione to sneak into Snape's stores and steal ingredients (the distraction is fireworks into Goyle's Swelling Solution, Draco gets hit in the face and his nose swells up)

duelling club (Harry and Malfoy, Hermione and Millicent Bulstrode—which devolves into physical wrestling)

Chapter 12: The Polyjuice Potion

Malfoy talking about Hermione to disguised Harry and Ron

"I hope it's Granger."

Chapter 13: The Very Secret Diary

students trying to catch glimpses of Hermione in the hospital wing, Madam Pomfrey puts up a screen

Valentine's Day, dwarves delivering cards

Chapter 14: Cornelius Fudge

Hermione was Petrified near the library

Chapter 15: Aragog

visitors barred from the hospital wing

"Pity it wasn't Granger."

Chapter 16: The Chamber of Secrets

Hermione had a ripped out page in her hand (popular fan theory that Draco ripped it out of a book and snuck it into Hermione’s things)

Chapter 18: Dobby's Reward

Hermione healed and returns to the Great Hall

Prisoner of Azkaban

Chapter 5: The Dementor

Draco and co coming to their train compartment but Lupin is there

Malfoy elbowing past Hermione to make fun of Harry for fainting

Chapter 6: Talons and Tea Leaves

Draco does a swooning impression of Harry in the Great Hall at breakfast, Hermione tells Harry to ignore him

Hermione storming away after an argument with Ron about Divination

Care of Magical Creatures lesson

Buckbeak attacks Malfoy

Hermione nervously asking if he'll be alright

Chapter 7: The Boggart in the Wardrobe

Malfoy returning to Potions, bandaged (LOTS of interaction, go read the scene)

Hermione catching up after using the Time-Turner, her bag splits

Chapter 8: Flight of the Fat Lady

Hermione and Ron going to Hogsmeade without Harry (Malfoy is also going)

Chapter 9: Grim Defeat

Sirius Black attacks the Fat Lady, all students sleep in the Great Hall

Chapter 11: The Firebolt

preparing a defence for Buckbeak with resources from the library

Chapter 12: The Patronus

Hermione avoiding Harry and Ron (spending her time in the library) because they're mad at her for telling McGonagall about the Firebolt

Chapter 13: Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw

Hermione, Ron and Harry fighting after Scabbers disappears

Draco and co pretend to be Dementors at the match to spook Harry, he shoots a Patronus at them (Hermione was at the match, alone)

Chapter 14: Snape's Grudge

Hermione going down to visit Hagrid often, feeling lonely (helping with Buckbeak's case)

Chapter 15: The Quidditch Final

Hermione slaps Draco

thinking about Malfoy and lost track of things, forgot to go to Charms

Hermione storms out of Divination

Gryffindor/Slytherin tensions high, scuffles breaking out in the corridors

Gryffindor wins the Quidditch Final

Chapter 16: Professor Trelawney's Prediction

Draco lost his swagger after the Quidditch Final but regained it to brag about Buckbeak's upcoming execution

Hermione's fear is failure (potential fanfic scene where we learn Draco’s fear?)

Goblet of Fire

Chapter 8: The Quidditch World Cup

Malfoys and Weasleys encounter each other in the top box

Chapter 9: The Dark Mark

Death Eaters at the World Cup, Draco warning Hermione to keep her bushy head down

Chapter 11: Aboard the Hogwarts Express

overhearing Draco tell his friends about his father wanting him to go to Durmstrang

Draco comes to their compartment, hints about the Triwizard Tournament, Hermione tells him to go away

Chapter 13: Mad-Eye Moody

Blast-Ended Skrewts lesson

Draco taunting Ron with a Daily Prophet article about his father

Draco turned into a ferret by Moody

Hermione saying Malfoy could have been hurt

Chapter 15: Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

Hagrid puts down Malfoy during a lesson (something about making a good ferret)

Chapter 16: The Goblet of Fire

Krum decides to sit at the Slytherin table, Malfoy is smug

Chapter 18: The Weighing of the Wands

Malfoy mocking Harry about being the Champion

Potter stinks badges outside Potions, Malfoy offers Hermione one but says "don't touch my hand"

Hermione hit with Densaugeo when Harry and Malfoy duel (her teeth grow)

Chapter 19: The Hungarian Horntail

Hermione enduring taunts from Slytherin girls about being called "stunningly pretty" in Rita Skeeter article

Hermione and Harry (invisible) in Hogsmeade, people keep looking at Hermione, thinking she's talking to herself

Chapter 20: The First Task

Hermione watching from the stands

Chapter 21: The House-Elf Liberation Front

Draco and co hiding in Hagrid's cabin from the Skrewts, Hermione and co outside helping to wrangle them

Hermione going down to the kitchens to see the house-elves

Chapter 22: The Unexpected Task

Neville asked Hermione to the ball during Potions but she said she was going with someone (could have been overheard by Draco)

Chapter 23: The Yule Ball

Draco ridiculing Hermione, disbelieving she's been invited to the ball, she calls him a twitchy little ferret 

That scene... Draco can't find an insult to throw at her 

Ron and Hermione argument at the Yule Ball, she storms off

Chapter 24: Rita Skeeter's Scoop

Draco showing Harry and co the article on Hagrid

Chapter 26: The Second Task 

Hermione and Ron taken for Black Lake task

Chapter 27: Padfoot Returns 

Hermione tetchy about being teased for the fact she was Krum's hostage in the second task

Witch Weekly article, Pansy mocking Hermione, Draco part of the group 

Hermione smiles and waves sarcastically across the room at them 

moved seats by Snape in Potions, Hermione has to sit by Pansy

Chapter 28: The Madness of Mr Crouch 

Hermione receives hate mail, including one filled with Bubotuber pus, Slytherin table saw this at breakfast 

more hate mail and Howlers

Chapter 31: The Third Task 

watching Malfoy talk into his hand through the window 

Daily Prophet article about Harry fainting drops, Draco ridicules him across the Great Hall

Hermione realises Skeeter is an Animagus and runs to library to investigate 

Hermione in the stands for the task 

Chapter 35: Veritaserum

Harry comes out of the maze with a dead Cedric, the whole school is there

Chapter 37: The Beginning 

Dumbledore's speech about Cedric's death and Voldemort’s return, Malfoy and co muttering to each other 

Hermione caught Skeeter on the hospital wing window sill 

Draco overheard and mockingly congratulates her, says some foul things and the Trio all hex him at once 

pushing the unconscious Malfoy and co into the train corridor 

Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 6: The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

Draco on the Black family tree tapestry in Grimmauld Place

Chapter 10: Luna Lovegood

Hermione and Ron going to Prefects carriage (Malfoy there)

Malfoy comes to carriage to gloat, Hermione tells him to shut up and get out

Draco being foul to a first-year, Hermione there to witness it

Chapter 12: Professor Umbridge

Potions lesson, Draught of Peace (Harry gets his Vanished and Draco laughs, Hermione's is perfect)

Chapter 13: Detention with Dolores

Bowtruckles lesson, Draco imitating Hermione with her hand up

Draco talking loudly during the lesson about Hagrid, Hermione counselling Harry and Ron to ignore him

Chapter 15: The Hogwarts High Inquisitor

receiving marks back for their moonstone essay in Potions

Umbridge inspecting Care of Magical Creatures, Malfoy telling Umbridge about the Hippogriff attack

Hermione giving Harry Murtlap solution (must have procured it from somewhere, could have potentially run into Draco)

Chapter 16: The Hog's Head

Hermione still writing to Viktor, would have to go up to the Owlery (presumably, Draco writes home to his mother often)

hypothesising that maybe it was Malfoy who tipped off Filch that Harry was ordering Dungbombs, Hermione goes deep into thought

Chapter 17: Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four

Malfoy bragging about the Slytherin Quidditch team being allowed to play and makes a comment about St. Mungo's, Neville attacks him

Chapter 19: The Lion and the Serpent

Slytherin players trying to hex Gryffindor players prior to Quidditch match (Alicia Spinnet attacked in the library)

Draco imitating Ron dropping the Quaffle

Hermione had been close enough to Slytherin to see the 'Weasley is our King' badges

Malfoy composed the 'Weasley is our King' lyrics

Harry and George attack Malfoy after the match

Chapter 21: The Eye of the Snake

Hermione visiting Hagrid's cabin

Thestrals lesson

Umbridge ridiculing Hagrid, Hermione is furious

Malfoy and co taking a jab at Ron, Hermione saying to ignore them

Chapter 22: St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries

Kreacher not answering Sirius' summons, probably already with Narcissa by now, probably telling her about “the Mudblood”

Chapter 23: Christmas on the Closed Ward

Hermione took the Knight Bus to Grimmauld Place (therefore was in the wizarding world, could have potentially run into Draco)

Chapter 24: Occlumency

Fifth-year students studying in the library for O.W.L.s

Chapter 26: Seen and Unforeseen

Malfoy and co in the library muttering after Harry named their fathers as Death Eaters in the Quibbler interview

Trelawney is sacked, the whole school is there

Chapter 27: The Centaur and the Sneak

Umbridge crashes the DA, Draco catches Harry and is sent off to catch others (could potentially catch Hermione)

Chapter 28: Snape's Worst Memory

Draco docks points from Hermione for speaking badly about Umbridge, revealing he's part of the Inquisitorial Squad

Calls her a Mudblood, Ron whips out his wand but Hermione stops him

Chapter 30: Grawp

Inquisitorial Squad stalking the corridors after the Weasley twins' exit

Chapter 31: O.W.L.S

Hermione worried after overhearing Draco bragging about how his father knows Griselda Marchbanks, the examiner

Chapter 32: Out of the Fire

Umbridge catches them in her office trying to contract Sirius

Malfoy leaning against the window sill, Hermione pinioned by Millicent Bulstrode

look of eagerness and greed on Malfoy's face at Hermione’s mention of a secret weapon

Chapter 38: The Second War Begins

Hermione in hospital wing having to drink lots of potions because of Dolohov's curse

Malfoy and co try to attack Harry on the train, DA members turn them into slugs and stuff them in the luggage racking

Half-Blood Prince

Chapter 6: Draco's Detour

altercation in Madam Malkin's, Draco calls Hermione a Mudblood to his mother

"Who blacked your eye, Granger? I want to send them flowers."

see Draco skulking on the street through the window of Fred and George's

spying on Draco in Borgin and Burke's

Hermione goes into the shop after Draco left in order to investigate

Chapter 7: The Slug Club

Hermione not super interested in talking about Draco compared to Harry

disbelieving that Draco is a Death Eater

Hermione and Ron have to go to the prefect carriage

Ron and Hermione saw Malfoy in the Slytherin carriage as they walked past (he gave them the finger) 

hypothesising about why Malfoy wasn't in the prefect carriage

Chapter 8: Snape Victorious

Hermione and Ron would have noticed Harry was missing when they got off the train

Dumbledore's speech about Voldemort, Malfoy playing with his fork

Chapter 9: The Half-Blood Prince

Hermione weighing in on Malfoy's overheard boasts about his standing with the Dark Lord

Malfoy sniggering at Snape ridiculing Hermione in DADA (implying Slytherins now share the class with Gryffindors)

Amortentia in Potions, Malfoy and Nott snigger when Hermione tells Slughorn she's Muggle-born

Draco really wants the Felix Felicis

Chapter 11: Hermione's Helping Hand

Prophet article about Malfoy Manor being searched for Dark objects

Chapter 12: Silver and Opals

Hermione rebutting Harry's instant assumption that Malfoy gave Katie Bell the cursed necklace

Chapter 14: Felix Felicis

Malfoy "ill" and can't play the Quidditch match

not going immediately to the Gryffindor celebration party because she got in a tiff with Ron

Lavender and Ron kissing, Hermione runs away to an empty classroom

attacking Ron with the birds, storming off and crying

Chapter 15: The Unbreakable Vow

Hermione refuses to be in the common room while Ron and Lavender are there, spends most of her evenings in the library

Hermione disproving Harry's theory that Draco snuck the necklace in to school

leaving Transfiguration quickly after the bell to go cry, forgetting her things

taking Cormac to the Slug Club Christmas party and then running away from him

Draco lurking in upstairs corridor and being pulled up by Filch for gatecrashing

Chapter 17: A Sluggish Memory

Hermione got back to Hogwarts a few hours before Harry and Ron after Christmas (visiting Hagrid, but could have potentially crossed paths with Draco)

Hermione sceptical about Harry's overheard conversation between Snape and Malfoy

Chapter 18: Birthday Surprises

Hermione moving as far away from Ron as possible in Potions

both Malfoy and Hermione furious about Harry's bezoar stunt

Hermione researching Horcruxes in the restricted section

Malfoy and Crabbe having a whispered argument during Apparition lessons

Harry watching Malfoy on the Map (could lead to some awkward scenarios with 6th Year Dramione lol), but Draco can’t be seen when in the Room of Requirement

Chapter 19: Elf Tails

Hermione rushing to the hospital wing to see Ron

Draco and co (disguised with Polyjuice Potion) skulking around castle

Chapter 20: Lord Voldemort's Request

Hermione repairing the "little girl's" (Goyle) dropped scales

Chapter 21: The Unknowable Room

Hermione achieved Apparition twice in lessons

Kreacher and Dobby giving their Malfoy update

the Trio discover Malfoy's been going to the Room of Requirement

realise that Draco stole Polyjuice Potion and is feeding it to Crabbe and Goyle

Hermione again sceptical about Malfoy having the Dark Mark

the Trio discover Draco visits Moaning Myrtle in the boys' bathroom and cries (although, Myrtle specifically didn’t mention Draco, as it’s a secret)

Chapter 22: After the Burial

Hermione telling Harry to forget about Malfoy

Chapter 24: Sectumsempra

Katie returns to school and says she got the necklace in the ladies loo of the Three Broomsticks (Rosmerta was under the Imperius Curse)

Sectumsempra, Snape appears and heals Draco

everyone in school had heard about the incident from Moaning Myrtle, including Hermione

telling Harry off for using the spell

Chapter 25: The Seer Overheard

Hermione researching the Half-Blood Prince

Trelawney being bowled over by Malfoy, who was celebrating the cabinet being repaired

Harry giving Hermione and co the map, Felix Felicis etc in order to see why Malfoy was celebrating (he's going off with Dumbledore)

Chapter 27: The Lightning-Struck Tower

Dark Mark over Hogwarts, meaning the Death Eaters are in

Draco and Dumbledore in the tower

Draco got the coin idea to communicate with Rosmerta from Hermione, and also overheard her talking in the library about poisons (implying he’s been eavesdropping on her conversations)

Dumbledore offering to protect Draco and his family, Draco’s wand lowers

Chapter 28: Flight of the Prince

Snape and Malfoy running away, through the fighters

Chapter 30: The White Tomb

Harry has a bit of pity for Malfoy, probably shared it with Hermione and Ron

Deathly Hallows

Chapter 9: A Place to Hide

Draco being made to torture other Death Eaters who displease Voldemort, Harry may have told the others

Chapter 15: The Goblin's Revenge

Ron abandons them

Chapter 23: Malfoy Manor

Draco positively identifies Ron and Hermione (somewhat reluctantly) but not Harry

Bellatrix tortures Hermione, Draco was presumably in the room or taking the unconscious men outside like Bellatrix asked

Bellatrix offers Hermione to Greyback

Bellatrix threatening to slit Hermione's throat

probably best to just read the entire chapter

Chapter 30: The Sacking of Severus Snape

Hermione and Ron rush off to the Chamber of Secrets (could have crossed paths with Draco)

Chapter 31: The Battle of Hogwarts

Room of Requirement

Malfoy stops Crabbe from destroying the Room so they can find the diadem before Harry and co

Malfoy pulls Crabbe out of the way of Hermione's stunning spell

Crabbe shoots a Killing Curse at Hermione

the Trio save Malfoy and Goyle with broomsticks (Malfoy with Harry, Goyle with Hermione and Ron)

revealed that Crabbe is dead

Chapter 32: The Elder Wand

Draco pleading with Death Eaters that he's on their side, Harry stuns the Death Eaters, Ron punches Draco in the face

Chapter 33: The Prince's Tale

reprieve from battle, tending to the wounded and the dead in the Great Hall (no mention of where the Malfoys were)

Chapter 34: The Forest Again

Harry goes to the Forbidden Forest (left behind, Hermione and Ron are likely beside themselves)

Chapter 36: The Flaw in the Plan

"dead" Harry brought into the courtyard

Hermione, Ginny, and Luna duelling Bellatrix

Malfoys huddled together in a corner of the Great Hall

Nineteen Years Later

the Trio see Draco on the platform

but... Epilogue? What Epilogue?

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