#crabble continued

[xkuja]

|| || Kuja is a year old and his initial venture onto Gaia's surface is short-lived-- the alien scents and biting cold send him fleeing back to the Invincible within minutes. His complaints echo for hours on end, voiced to Garland and the lesser genomes who attempt to offer solace, witnessing his unprecedented distress. Yet, he rejects their comfort with revulsion.

In time, they would become accustomed to these tantrums.

Kuja is a year and some months old when he braves Gaia's surface once more, now armed with the foresight of his previous encounter. He dedicates a day to wandering through a forest and lounging in the dappled sun of a clearing, returning with a solitary flower. Garland views the little souvenir with indifference, so Kuja preserves it between the pages of a book, dubbing the act a creation of memory.

Kuja's third ascent to Gaia is granted with fewer restrictions, allowing him to explore a populated domain, albeit under the condition of avoiding interactions with its inhabitants. He allocates his time to perusing the volumes of a secluded library hidden within a water-carved cave, fast favoring the escapism offered by fiction over the dry and biased narratives of history. Tales of war, love, and sorrow captivate him, and a selection of them accompanies him back to Terra. An attempt to share one such story with his Master is met with firm dismissal, and he is left to read in solitude.

These priceless first edition volumes would never grace the shelves of Daguerreo again.

|| || "There is so much that cannot be properly understood just by studying texts," Kuja muses, his voice carrying a trace of longing, gaze distant, yet sharply focused on his guardian. "The surface world seems so promising, and yet I have only ever seen it between the lines. What a wealth of sights and experiences must await... Once you grant me the freedom to explore..."

His implication is thinly veiled.

Kuja is almost a year old, and the Angel of Death is eager to unfurl his wings. He prattles on and on of Gaia's civilizations, their marvels, the coastal breezes, the mountain winds' mournful cries. Of the Mist. Garland, for his part, listens-- not out of interest, but because Kuja's voice is the sole break in the monotony of his silent domain.

Kuja is almost a year old and already he has learned how to wear down his keeper with naught but persistence.

[mstigeress37-blog]

all because i liked a boy

SUM. You and Draco have been teasing each other for as long as you can remember when suddenly, you have had enough.

Draco. M x reader, fluff, angst, borderline bullying (could be seen as teasing but draco hits a certain nerve multiple times), reader is an academic warrior, reader has one panic attack, reader cries twice, Dub-con kissing, Ron x Reader (platonic), a fight happens, Reader gets hit on accident, family issues.

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Your story starts on your first day when you befriended Neville and Hermione on the train towards Hogwarts. Because you and Hermione had subconsciously chosen each other to be best friends, you were friends with Harry and Ron as default.

Out of your family, you were the first to join Hogwarts - every female L/N before you had gone to Beauxbatons but your parents decided to bring you here after your sister failed and therefore couldn't graduate.

Because of your older sister's choice to party instead of study, your parents had made it quite clear that you had to pass with flying colours, even if you were only eleven.

You were walking up the stairs with Hermione when a Professor in a tall hat stopped you all. She explained how the houses worked before leaving to make sure everything was ready.

"Psst." You hear someone whisper beside you. You look around curiously before your eyes settle on the Draco Malfoy.

Your family and the Malfoy family had been in kahoots for a while - his father was the boss of your very respected mother so, while it was rare, it also wasn't uncommon to see you at their family balls.

"Hello, L/N. How did you find the ride to Hogwarts?" He smiles, his gelled slick back hair shining, making you bite back your laughter.

"It was pleasant, I made a couple friends. How about you?"

"The same. I met up with Crabble and Goyle, you remember them, right, L/N?" He replies, gesturing to his friends behind him who are in their own conversation. You nod. He continues before you can speak.

"You know, it's a shame what happened to your sister."

You felt your heart crack slightly a the thought of your sister. You loved her more than anyone else in the world, but because she had damaged the L/N reputation, she was heavily reprimanded by almost everyone in your family. 'She's lucky she wasn't kicked out of the family.' You remember your parents telling you under candlelight as they kissed your forehead. 'Let this be a reminder to you, Y/N, to never fall behind in your studies.'

If the situation with your sister wasn't as bad as your family had made it to be, you would have smiled and moved on. But you felt insecurities flow through your eleven-year-old veins for the first time, so you lashed out as gracefully as you could.

"Yes, Malfoy, it's also a shame with what happened to your father. What happened again? He got fired for suspicious use of the dark arts?" You scoffed, turning your head away from him and crossing your arms. From the corner of your eye, you see that Hermione had been watching with concern the whole time.

You listen to Draco struggle to insult you back, stuttering and all, before letting out a court, 'My father will hear about this!'

Fast forward twenty minutes and the sorting hat is on your head. You hear it grumble and mumble to itself before yelling, 'SLYTHERIN!'

The table of the said house erupts in cheers and hollers, clapping as you sat down at your table. You make eye contact with Hermione from her table who gives you a thumbs-up. You respond by giving a wide-smile.

A couple days later and you quickly start to feel guilty. You have a lot of classes together so whenever you see him sat at his seat, you force yourself to turn away.

One day, you had spoken to both Hermione and Pansy (on separate occasions of course, even if you didn't quite understand the rivalry between Slytherin and Gryffindor) and both had said to just apologise to him. The worst that could happen would be that he doesn't accept your apology but he grows up to forgive you, right?

Wrong.

"Malfoy, could we talk?"

It was break now and you were both coming out of your Transfiguration class. He stops to glance at you and you feel bad for the people that are stuck behind him and are forced to squeeze by. He nods silently so you walk away with him following you. You lead him to a quiet part of the corridors.

"I wanted to apologise for how I acted last week, it was rude and I had no reason to say that. I was insecure and you wouldn't believe what I had to go through when my sister-"

"What you went through?" He cuts you off.

"It wasn't you that failed." He takes a step forward. "It wasn't you that was bad-mouthed by the entire Ministry of Magic." Another step. "It wasn't you that was technically banished by all social events." He took one more step, and you felt your back hit the stone wall. Your breath is quivering by now.

"Your sister made the one mistake of being happy and now she has to pay the sad price. I truly feel bad for her, not you." He looks down at you for a while before he backs off, still glaring. "Not everything is about the youngest L/N daughter, Princess Y/N." He says before walking off, hands in his pockets.

The worst that could happen would be that he makes you insecure of what you talk about and will continue to torment you for five years.

Because he was right. Not everything was about you.

You stood there for a couple of beats before you ran off to find Pansy or Hermione, whoever you found first, but amidst the chaos that was running through your mind and the tears that wouldn't stop falling, you ran into Ron.

Probably the worst person you could have run into. It couldn't have been Blaise or Harry, so it had to be Ron.

And bless his heart, Ron really did try to soothe you. He couldn't understand your babbles as you choked through your sobs, but he could understand one thing.

Draco's name.

Before he even attended the school, he knew of the Malfoys, so it didn't surprise him that you were hurt because of him. But you were absolutely wrecked, it looked like you couldn't even breathe. Sitting on the floor probably wasn't helping.

He went to go find Hermione, but the minute he stood up, he felt you tug on his sleeve.

"Please..." You mutter to the best of your abilities. "Just stay with me."

And stay he did.

That day, you both saw a different side to each other. You no longer saw him as the corny comedic relief, and he no longer saw you as the posh pure-blood.

Ever since then, you often sat at the Gryffindor table. Prefects like Percy were suspicious at first - A slytherin sitting at the Gryffindor couldn't have been good news - but people grew to love you and you had more friends on the Gryffindor table than the Slytherin table.

Sometimes you would sit with Pansy on the Slytherin table, but you would have to sit away from her friendship circle since Draco was a part of that. You didn't force her to stop being friends with Draco since you sat at the Gryffindor table most of the time and no one else would talk to her. Most of your conversations take place in class or in your shared room.

The first time Draco made fun of you in front of everyone was in Potions class a couple months after you confronted him. You were sat alone since Pansy was sick.

You put a feather into your potion only for it to instantly blow up, puffing smoke into your face.

You were utterly embarrassed - not only did you mess up in Snape's class of all classes and you looked a mess, but this meant that you made a mistake.

Draco's words echoed in your head: 'She made one mistake and now has to pay the price.'

Snape silently took your flask and saved telling you off since he knew you're usually on top of things.

"Ha!" You heard behind you. "She's turning into her sister!"

You slowly turn around to see Draco laughing with Crabble and Goyle. Despite the entirety of the class not laughing with him, you felt as though the whole world was cackling and wouldn't stop cackling.

Before anything else was said, you ran out of the class.

It didn't stop there. He would constantly insult your smarts and your grades - even if you had gotten Leviosa on your first try and he didn't, he would comment on something like your posture, whether bad or good. He also made it seem like he was bullying Harry, Ron and Hermione for being friends with you, making you feel guilty about even being friends with them.

One time, the three could tell that you were trying to pull away from them so they invited you out to Hogsmeade more and more. Soon enough, you forgot about even trying to stop talking to them.

Throughout the next four years, you slowly learned to tune out Draco's bullying, and yes, you reported him and so did many others, but nothing was ever done because of his family's status. One time, however, a howler was sent to Draco and not only was it from his mother, it was also from his dad! He left you alone for awhile before he eventually forgot about the Howler and went back to you.

For a while , you didn't think of your sister. No, not like that, you sent her letters every week, but you just slowly stopped thinking about your parents forcing you to be smart all because of her, you just fell into the routine of studying and you quite liked it.

Once you got through the mental block of attending parties, you loved going out! You were friends with every house at Hogwarts, so you were seen at almost every party all while keeping your straight As.

You even learned to talk back to Draco. While you never insulted his father again, you would tease him by saying stuff like 'kiss my ass' and 'you can't mansplain Quidditch to me when you're not even on the team, unlike Harry.’

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You were in your fifth year now and currently struggling to get something from the top shelf when suddenly, you felt someone's chest come up behind your back and see a long arm stretch out to get the bottle you needed before backing up.

You turn around to see Draco's face. By now, he was much taller than you and had also somewhat left you alone. When you stopped responding to his comments, he slowly gave up.

His expression was unreadable but he just kept staring at you before giving you the bottle and walking away.

That was the first act of kindness (?) between you and Draco. Once, he struggled to get a potion correct for the last few lessons and once you saw he was about to put the wrong ingredient in, you stopped him and passed him the correct ingredient. When the potion lit up and showed to Draco that he had successfully made the potion, his smile grew wide before looking to you and nodding.

You were getting used to passing by Draco in the corridors without fear but instead with smiles towards each other.

Little did you know, Draco had not only felt extremely guilty for how he's acted towards you even though you tried to apologise on the first week. He just couldn't stop, because if he did, he wouldn't be able to talk to you and get your attention anymore. But when that happened anyways, he gave up on making fun of you.

Now, it was nighttime and you were in the astronomy, leaning against the gate that held you from falling to your death. Earlier today, you had less that 100 on your test. While it was still a good score and most people wouldn't be able to get a 94, you didn't want it to be the first of many. You thought maybe studying right now might not be the best since you won't even remember the information.

You hear someone clear their throat. "Hey, Ron." You said. Ron was the only one to know that, if someone couldn't find you, you'd be up here. Weirdly enough, you were each other's shoulder to cry on ever since that day with Draco.

"Ron?" The voice says behind you. In shock, you stand up straight and off the gate only for your eyes to land on Draco, so you went back to leaning.

"Hey, Malfoy."

"You know you're not supposed to be up hear, right? You should be in bed, now." Oh yeah. You forgot he was a prefect now.

"I know."

Oddly enough, you knew he wasn't going to do anything. You had no reason to think that, but your gut was telling you to stay. "I could pay you to keep quiet, if you want." you joke. You hear him scoff and suddenly, he's next to you, also leaning on the gate.

"Nah, I've got enough money." He says, causing you to laugh, which makes him laugh slightly too. "What're you doing up here? Are you expecting Weasley?" He asks, looking at you, but you keep looking out into the night sky.

"Nope, I just wanted some time to think." You say briefly. And you do think. You think, 'Why the hell am I telling him this?'

"Do you want me to leave?" He questions after a couple moments of silence, and the question shocks you. He didn't say, 'I'll leave,' or 'I can leave.' He said 'Do you want me to?'

You find yourself shaking your head before you can think, so he nods.

"Can I ask you something, Malfoy?" You ask all of a sudden, turning your head to face him and he's already staring at you.

"Of course."

You hesitate for a moment, wondering if you were in the right headspace to ask him 'why were you so mean to me for so long?' or if Draco would just pull what he did in first year again. So you shake your head and start to walk away.

"No. Never mind. I'm going to bed."

Suddenly, he grabs your arm. You wince at the grip which he instantly amends by soften his grip but not letting go.

"No. Ask me."

"Malfoy, let me go-"

"Please."

You turn your head around to see him practically pleading with both his eyes and his words. Never had you heard him say 'Please' to even a professor.

You felt bad, so you turned your whole body around to face him, shifting your weight onto one hip and crossing your arms.

"Why did you tease me for so long?" You finally ask, clenching my teeth and hardening my gaze as he seemed to struggle to get words out.

"You do know that you teased me too?" He says, his eyes never breaking eye contact with you.

"Yeah, but I didn't insult you, Draco!" You burst out before backing down instantly. "Malfoy. Sorry." You corrected yourself.

He lets go of your arm before swiftly moving both his hands to cup your cheeks and kiss you. You panic slightly and push him away.

"What the fuck?!" You yell, wiping your lips in disgust. "You can't just make me and my Hogwarts experience absolutely dreadful and horrific and then kiss me like you're in love with me!"

"That's because I do!" He yells back, making you shut up. He runs a hand through his hair, turning away from you to think for a bit before turning back but not meeting your eyes. "I have been since you first came to the Malfoy balls."

You look at him as if he was crazy because right now, he is.

"Then why did you make my life hell?!"

"Because...!" He manages to exhale out before sighing. "Because I was an insecure only-child who has never had to say sorry and always gets his way. I'm sorry I never said sorry but you wouldn't even look my way if I didn't tease you a least a little, and I know, I know I went too far sometimes, but please..." He takes a couple steps back to get closer to you and tower over you. "Please forgive me."

There's a moment where you're slowly puckering your lips and he's leaning down. He puts a hand back on your cheek before the kiss finally lands.

The kiss, at first, is slow before it gets rougher and his other hand goes to the back of your head to safely push you against a wall. It reminds you of first year but you don't think about that memory for long since he's licking your bottom lip and you're opening up, closing your eyes.

You're both moaning into the kiss, your hand going up to throw his hat away to rake your hand through his hair, until Draco is suddenly pulled off of you and grunting in pain. You don't even comprehend what's happening in front of you when you open your eyes for a while until you see ginger hair mixed with platinum blonde hair on the floor.

Ron is beating up Draco.

"Ron!" You yelp, rushing to get him off. "Stop!"

"What the hell are you doing to her, Malfoy?!" Ron practically spits as you pull his punching arm away only for him to get it out of your grasp and punch him again.

You go to grab Ron's arm again but he brings his arm up quicker than you thought and elbows your face, hitting your cheekbone and causing you to yelp and fall onto the floor.

At the sound, Ron gasps and looks back to see you on the floor covering your cheekbone. He quickly gets up to check on you, crawling on the floor and carefully taking your hand off of your cheek. He can barely take a look at the already-forming bruise before he's shoved out of the way by Draco whose eyes were wide and whose hand was shaking just by looking at your pretty face ruined by a purple spot.

"Get off her, Malfoy-!"

"Merlin, Ron, just shut up!" You yell, scrabbling to get up and quickly leaving. Draco doesn't hesitate to grab his prefect hat that had fallen off during the kiss and go after you, but Ron's iron grip landed on his shoulder.

"Don't go after her." Ron threatens, getting out his wand from his pocket with his other hand. Draco has to admit, Ron is the most stupid person he knows (he was being proven right the second Ron put his hand on his shoulder) but Ron can be intimidating, like now.

Draco just pushes his hand off before running after you.

He sees you speed-walking down the dark and empty corridor so he jogs after you, stopping you and turning you to face him.

You've been crying since you left and he pulls you into a hug, letting you cry into his robe, his chin laying on top of your head. Eventually, you pull away and go on you tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, leaving him a blushing mess. This is the first time you properly saw him since Ron had beat him up - his cheek was much more purple than yours as well as his nose which was also starting to bleed from his nostrils, and his lip was cut - but he was still much more concerned with you than him.

"C'mon. Let's get you to bed." He nods in the direction of the dungeons.

"What is the meaning of this?" You hear the familiar voice of Umbridge, causing you both to flinch and turn around quickly. She's glaring at you until she's looking at Draco for an information. "I heard yelling up in the astronomy tower, Mr Malfoy. Tell me everything has been sorted?" She sighs.

"Yes, Professor Umbridge, a couple of Gryffindors. I got caught up in it but it's been sorted out, now." He lies. You both watch cautiously as she nods in understanding, her gaze going from the floor to you. "And her?"

"Sleep walking, ma'am." Draco 'explains' without a beat. You see her look at the bruise.

"Draco told me I had fallen down when he found me." You tell her. She nods.

"Make sure you both go straight to bed, the both of you!" She says before turning around and coming back from where she had come from. Once she had turned the corner, you and Draco laugh with each other and you turn around to make your way to the dungeons, walking in the opposite direction of Umbridge.

He casually slings an arm around your shoulders, kissing your temple as you both made you way over.

[dracowars]

i read your first request and it’s AMAZING!! i loved it soo much, so i was wondering if you could write smth where y/n is dracos gf - they meet in his dorm room after class, but one day she’s super late and acting really weird, draco doesn’t bother, tries to comfort her, and maybe get a lil steamy, but she doesn’t want to.. he then discovers scaring on her hand, and she tells him that crabble sent her to umbridge for doing smth bad.. you can decide on the plot, those are just some ideas! xx

engraved | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x slytherin!reader

word count: 3,0k

summary: where y/n's visit to the new headmistress leads to a heated argument with draco

a/n: thank you very much for your kind words and for requesting, i really hope that you like it <3

warnings: a little steamy, angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Trying to hold back the tears, you run down the sparse torch-lit corridors of Hogwarts, your footsteps echoing from the thick stone walls around you creating the only other sound besides your soft sobs. You press your left hand against your chest while you burst into the closest girls' bathroom, which is completely empty at this time, especially since Dolores Umbridge is in charge of the rules here.

It has been less than a month since she crept into school as the new headmistress and everything is already upside down. Students are allowed to walk around at a certain time only, detours between lessons are not acceptable at all, couples are almost no longer allowed to exist and actually, just all kind of fun and joy at Hogwarts has been extingusihed by her rules.

However, worst of all are the punishments for breaking any of Umbridge's thousand rules. Recently she has founded the so-called Inquisitorial Squad, a select group of students who help her to locate every kind of violations happening around the school. They sneak around the hallways on their hourly tours at night and report every so tiny thing to their new boss immediately. Most of these students are, of course, Slytherin's. Your boyfriend Draco was also offered to become a part of this squad, which he gladly accepted and was named its leader. You exactly know how perfect Draco fits into the role of the bad and ruthless leader, but still, you weren't very happy about it. After all, this woman is currently destroying your second home and he is helping her in a certain way.

Being the girlfriend of the Inquisitorial Squad's leader made you think that nothing can harm you, but oh, you were terribly wrong. Usually by this time in the early evening after your last course in Transfiguration you would already be in Draco's prefect dorm room, cuddling on his bed and just talking about your day. Because of the new established rules, you have to sneak into his room, trying to not get caught, but so far it has not been a very big problem. Even if someone of the other Slytherin's catches you, they will be far too scared of Draco to report it. But unfortunately everything took a different turn today.

During your Transfiguration lesson you had to admit that you forgot to do your homework, something that doesn't happen often but the current situation in Hogwarts burdens everyone, even the teachers, and on top of that you also came too late. Not that McGonagall was mad at you or anything, you are one of her best students after all, and a simple warning that it should not happen again was enough punishment in her opinion. Unluckily for you, Vincent Crabbe, one of your boyfriend's goons, is also in your class. And he definetely takes his job as an inquisitor a little too serious.

When you wanted to get out of the classroom, he suddenly got in your way and blocked it, waiting for everyone else to leave. At first you thought he was just trying to be funny again, you have never had a problem with each other in the first place. But apparently Crabbe prefers to receive an award from Umbridge to your friendship and the fact that you are in the same house didn't stop him in deducting twenty house points from his own house because you broke two rules. You never expected him to have a big brain, but that he even dragged you into Umbridge's office afterwards just because you forgot your homework in a class she is not even a part of, was even too stupid for a Vincent Crabbe.

And only then did it get really bad.

A tear has now found its way down your cheek, but you hastily wipe it away and run to the sinks in the girls' bathroom. You quickly turn on the faucet and hold your reddened, throbbing hand under the ice-cold water, your lips escapes a painful gasp. You squeeze your eyes shut at the pain and let the water run down your skin, hoping to soothen your aching flesh. What Umbridge did to you can no longer be considered a punishment, it was more of a torture.

As soon as Crabbe rudely pushed you into her disgusting pink office, he immediately received his desired reward and left you alone with this monster of a woman. This disgusting woman greeted you with a fake cunning smile and asked you to sit on one of the chairs at her table, the cats trapped in the pictures on every inch of the wall meowing in your ear. First you resisted against her request but soon realized that discussions with her are of no use and sat down after all.

With that peculiar high tone of hers, she handed you a black quill and then asked you to write 'I must not be late' onto the parchment until you memorize it. She also told you that you won't need any ink. With an annoyed roll of your eyes you straightend up your position, put the tip of the quill onto the paper and started writing. Not even spelling out the sentence one time, you felt a sharp pain on the back of your hand with every further letter you wrote down. As you took a look at your hand you noticed the exact words you just wrote were engraved on your skin.

Shocked, you glanced at Umbridge, but she just stood their with a smile on her face, shaking her head and shrugging. You figured out that the ink was made from your own blood and also that every word would only hurt more. And that is exactly what it did. She must have let you write that one single sentence down over fifthy times before she was sure you had learned your lesson.

You yourself didn't really care if you did, all you wanted to do was to get out of that hell as soon as possible. And now you are here, standing in absolute pain in front of an already broken mirror in a cold bathroom.

You have to blink a few times while looking up at the ceiling to hold back your tears and then you look at your injured hand again. You pull it out from under the running water for a moment, only to see that you are still able to perfectly read the words. The cold water did not really ease the pain, it almost feels like it has gotten worse. You lightly touch the reddend, blood smeared skin around the actual wound with your fingertip and just at the slightest touch you flinch and pull your hand back.

You don't know how long you stood there and held your hand under the water as suddenly a thought pops up in your mind: Draco. If he finds out about what happened, he will be furious. Also, he is probably already waiting for you for two hours, not that it is unusual for you to be late to your daily meetings with your boyfriend, you always get caught up by some work for school, but you never needed this long before. Is he already looking for you?

Without waisting another thought, you close the tap again, dry your hand very gently and then go out of the girls' bathroom, always careful not to run into the next squad member's arms and get sent back to the devil itself. Fortunately, you manage to find your way to the common room without getting caught, only once imagining that you heard Mrs. Norris. After you have said the password successfully, you enter the, luckily, empty room.

You quickly make your way to Draco's prefect dorm room, pulling the sleeve of your cloak - or as you have just noticed because of the large size, Draco's cloak - over your wounded hand so that it remains hidden. All you want is to be hugged now and comforted by him and not that he gets upset and angry and probably storm to Umbridge's office right away. Softly, you knock on the door and take in a deep breath, before it is opened vigorously.

Immediately you are pulled into the room, the door behind you is closed, even locked, and you get pressed against it with your back. In front of you is none other than your incredibly handsome boyfriend whose eyes seek eye contact with you in an instant. "Where were you?", Draco asks in a calm voice, gently stroking his fingertips over your cheeks to your chin, causing goosebumps to spread all over your body.

"I-I was held in Transfiguration. I had to catch up on some tasks and I forgot the time. I'm sorry, Draco", you lie into his face, really not wanting to tell him anything about what happend. "You made me wait a long time for you today, are you aware of that, darling?", he reminds you with a cheeky grin, his face slowly coming closer to yours. You know exactly what that look, that expression in his suddenly darker eyes means. He moves the hand that is not under your chin over your side and lets it stay on your hip. "But that is no problem, love. We still have enough time.."

With these words he then connects your lips into a hungry kiss, pressing you more against the door to his room. His hand on your hip squeezes you harder and he runs his other hand down to your neck. His firm grip makes you gasp, only earning a deep chuckle from the platinum haired boy.

For this brief moment in which he caught you off guard by slamming his lips onto yours, you had forgotten everything around you, but it did not last long and suddenly all the experiences come back into your head. Not wanting to continue this, you put your hands on his chest, trying to push him away from you but you only manage to break the kiss, which does not please him at all.

"I'm really not in the mood today, Draco", you explain, hoping that he will understand, like he usually does. "You will be, just wait and see", he winks playfully, absolutely not noticing the seriousness in your voice. Before you can say anything you only see the corners of his mouth curl up and next thing you know is he's attacking your neck, sucking and nibbling at that specific spot behind your ear.

Because of the actually pleasing feeling, you put more pressure on Draco's upper arms, which you are now unintentionally holding onto. "D-Draco", you softly whimper as he takes off your green tie and starts unbuttoning your white blouse, his rough kisses slowly wandering to your collarbone. "Please, Draco, stop", you manage to bring out, clearer than previously, but he ignores your request and just continues with what he is doing.

"We both know that you don't want me to stop", Draco whispers in your ear and connects your lips again, this time even rougher, not giving you the opportunity to say anything. It takes you a few seconds until you, in fact, try to relax under his touch and let yourself go, tilting your head to one side so he has even more access to the sensitive skin on your neck, which is already bluish.

But you just can't. You can't force yourself to do this after the horrifying encounter with Umbridge.

With a strong, forceful push you manage to shove Draco away from you ungently, a shocked and kind of annoyed expression plastered upon his face. "I said stop, Draco!", you practically scream at him, his forehead furrowed as the tears well back into your eyes. You want to pass him and go to his bed, but he quickly grabs your wrist and stops you. Immediately you harshly swat your hand away.

"Let me go and just leave me alone! You are always so insensitive!", you yell at him again, the emotions taking over your actions, but this time the tears find their way down your cheeks and only now Draco notices your change of appearance, how puffy your cheeks are and how your eyes are swollen and bloodshot, as if you had already cried before coming to his room.

Crying, you lie down on his bed, facing the wall so that your back is facing him. Draco frowns for a moment when he sees your devastated figure trembling from your heavy sobs. You cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your crying, but that only makes it worse. You can feel the mattress sink down beneath you as Draco lies down beside you, not touching you in the slightest.

A few minutes pass in which noone speaks, only your crying can be heard throughout the silence of the room. Your desperate attempts to calm yourself down and wipe away your recurring tears fails dramatically. Draco, on the other hand, lies next to you motionless, his head propped up on his elbow. If there is one thing in this entire traumatic enough world that he hates the most, it definetely is seeing you, the love of his life, his soulmate, cry. He would love to punch himself for not noticing how bad you are feeling sooner. Feelings of guilt start to plague him and he doesn't know what to do, if you even want to be touched by him anymore, especially in this fragile state.

Nevertheless, Draco finally decides to approach you slowly by stroking your hair gently and carefully to not scare you. He just wants to show you that he is here for you, that he is by your side, even if you may not feel like talking right now. When he notices that you are not resisting his touch, he runs his fingertips over your arm, trying to comfort you somehow without it being too much. And when you don't fight against that either, Draco suddenly wraps his arms around your still shaking body from behind and presses you tightly against him.

"Please don't cry, sweetheart", he softly whispers into your ear, lifting his head so he gets a glimpse of your face from the side. "Please stop..", he almost begs and feels tears pricking in his own eyes now as well. He has seen you cry a few times already, but never this much. It breaks his heart. "I'm here for you, angel."

In his strong and protective arms, tightly secured around your waist, you finally manage to calm down at least a little bit and turn around to face him. You don't dare to look at him with your probably disfigured face from all the crying, but Draco has other plans. He puts a hand on your cheek, guiding your face up to make you look at him. In your shiny, pain-ridden eyes, he is trying to find an answer to your condition, not wanting to pressure you to tell him if you don't want to.

"D-Draco", you stutter out between your sobs. "Shh..", he hushs you softly, his left hand stroking up and down your side in order to comfort you. "Take it easy, okay? Breathe in deeply. Whatever happened, I'm here for you. I protect you. Always."

Knowingly, you nod and wipe away some tears again, Draco helping you with his thumb. When you let your hand drop again, he catches your hand in his gently and wants to intertwine your fingers as his gaze falls on the still reddened wound on the back of your hand. His eyes widen as he sees the wound consisting of words painfully engraved into your skin. His mouth opens in pure shock. "What is that? Who did this to you, Y/N?!"

With a sad gasp you quickly pull your hand away, the expression on his face immediately falling since you are avoiding his touch and don't trust him with this. Only at seeing your scared face Draco notices that his last words became a bit louder and he is quick to pull you into a comforting hug again. "I'm sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you", he apologizes and places a kiss on your hair. "You know that you can tell me everything, Y/N. But if you don't want to, then at least show me your injury again please."

Silently, you escape his grip and lift your hand for him to see. He carefully examines the back of your hand, looking into your eyes here and then to see if his touch hurts. "U-Umbridge", you sob while he is still busy viewing your wound. At your words he raises an eyebrow in surprise.

"I-I was late for class and forgot my homework and then.. and then Crabbe sent me to her office. She.. She did-", you try to explain, but just can't find the right words. Draco caresses your cheek gently, apparently understanding what happened.

"I will kill her", Draco grinds his teeth, obviously fighting himself to hold back the anger that is currently raising inside of him like a burning flame. This woman dared to lay a hand on you and put you in such a state. And Crabbe won't get away with this either. Because of the tremendous anger, Draco is already getting up from the soft mattress, ready to fight.

"Please s-stay with me, Draco", you entreat him, not wanting to loose the warmth of his body next to you that manages to calm you down. At your words, his tense body relaxes and the boiling fire inside of him diminishes, but only slightly. Just because of you he's not already on his way to her office and give her hell.

"I'm so sorry I wasn't there. I'm sorry you had to go through this alone and I'm sorry for my behavior earlier", Draco starts to ramble, feeling guilty for not being able to protect you.

"You couldn't know. I-I really don't want to talk about it anymore.. Can you please just hold me, Draco?", you sob and he does what you asked him to do right away. His arms pull you closer to him and the delicate, fragrant scent that emenates from him calms you down, lowering your cries.

"I will never let you go", Draco whispers quietly, reassuring you that he will defintely never let you get hurt again. Not on his watch even if that means that he has to stick to you every second from now on, then so it will be.

[embrassemoi]

Surrounded by the Moon and Stars ✷ 24

Pairings: Sirius B, Remus L, [F]Reader  CW: Language, fighting  A/N: IDK how to respond to comments under post. I swear, I am not ignoring you guys. Send an ask if you want to talk! 💜

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Chapter 24: Physical Attraction, Chemical Reaction!

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April 3rd, 1976

“I knew about his interest in the Dark Arts,” Lily trailed off. Her face paled significantly and Y/N was worried she was about to faint. “I’ve been telling him to ward off but… using that word?”

Y/N sighed, sinking further into her chair. She’d been dreading this conversation and the entire theme made her feel incredibly low; having to re-explain what happened to Lily who was in disbelief. She nodded meekly, “I’m sorry.”

“Oh, sugar!” Lily cries, sharply turning around to face her. “Severus isn’t a bad person. He needs guidance — he has no support and I’ll be able to help him learn.” “It’s not your job to fix him.”

“Oh, sugar!” Lily cries, sharply turning around to face her. “Severus isn’t a bad person. He needs guidance — he has no support and I’ll be able to help him learn.” “It’s not your job to fix him.”

“I’m the only person he’s got left —” “— Not when he associates with those freaks like Avery and Crabble! And goes around bullying —” “— You don’t hear me going around and telling you to be friends with.”

Y/N paused, knowing she was treading in dangerous territories. “What are you getting at?”

“Potter —” “Don’t bring James into this.”

“Why can’t I?” Lily’s bright green eyes became slits, mimicking a cat’s, “He’s just as much of a bully as you’re making Sev out to be! Just look at what he did with your hair!”

She drifted to the reflective glass jars on display on a nearby shelf. Today, she resembled a packet of split Skittles. Truth be told, Lily wasn’t wrong — it was a dick move on James’ end but she’s grown to love it and doesn't compare to what Snape’s done. A dull headache drills into her temples. “Do you know why I tolerate James?” She said pointedly. This entire fight was becoming more than what it should’ve and everything she was hoping to avoid. “Why he’s one of my closest friends? Because James doesn't call me a Mudblood! Nor does he dabble in the Dark Arts or has freaky friends! James respects me as a person and has never judged me for being a Mugglebo —”

“Severus does respect me —” “No he doesn’t!”

Lily trembled in rage, taking a defensive stance. One of her worst and best traits was her blind loyalty and kindness. “Yes. He. Does.” Every word felt like a stab. “Potter —”

“You know how I know he doesn’t?” Y/N counters, “He goes around calling people of our birth Mudbloods! It’s only inevitable that it will happen to you.”

Lily continues, “Potter is a bully. He makes fun of his appearance, insults him, publicly humiliates him —”

“It’s not like it’s not mutual! Snape doesn’t hesitate to insult and provoke James or the other Marauders! Do you see how he trails after Remus like a fucking shadow? He tried to —”

“Just look at Severus! He’s the laughing stock! He’s bald, stuck with Gryffindor robes — they prank him all the time!” Lily’s voice is thinned, struggling to keep her hands from shaking. “And you just told me you broke his nose!”

Y/N groans, her foot bouncing up and down. Her jaw is clenched as her hand makes grand gestures. “After he called me a Mudblood! What are you not getting?” She sounded patronizing and it didn't sit well with Lily. “And it wasn’t even James.”

“Stop defending him!” “Heaven’s sake, Evans! I get it; neither are innocent but don't act like Snape’s a saint.”

Lily’s face and ears were red and eyes swam with frustrated tears. Her voice is now hoarse. “Severus is my best friend! He’s always been there for me.” Each word that comes out increases in volume and pitch. “We know each other like the back of our hands. But us? We’ve known each other for how long and you’re —”

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence,” Y/N’s voice rivalled Lily’s. Any kind of patience stored now dissipated; her anger spiking — about to boil over at any given second. Borderline disgust and resentment emerged — baffled that Lily would start comparing how valuable she was compared to Snape. She finds herself scoffing and Lily refuses to meet her gaze; head shaking wordlessly.

She fought the urge to keep her chaos brewing inside her at bay. Her head drops into her hands, massaging her temples; another word and they’ll both end up saying something they don’t mean. The room was deathly silent aside from the impatient tapping of her foot and a mixture of their laboured breaths.

“We should stop h —” Lily started coldly. Without waiting for her to finish her sentence, Y/N got up and walked out, shutting the door behind her.

Aimlessly walking around the halls, she sulked before turning up to Kettleburn’s class. She eyed the sign; her fight warranted holding a Niffler. By the looks of it, nobody was there and she made her way to slip on gloves and opened one of the Niffler cages. She picked up one, petting it but a horrible feeling washed over.  

“L/N?”

“Oh, hey Dorcas.” She turned her head. “Mary.”

Dorcas stood behind her, holding a potted plant, a few aloe vera leaves tucked under her arm and a watering can floated behind. The sun shone brightly behind her, and it was like her skin had sucked all the warmth from the sun. On the other hand, Mary looked a little… off. Her usual fierce demeanour and happy go-easy smile was missing. 

Dorcas set her things aside before sitting down and wordlessly flicked her wrist. Y/N heard the faint clicking in the background and marvelled at the usage of wandless magic being used so effortlessly. Then, a fake Galleon floated out of a pouch and Dorcas handed it to the Niffler.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

She forced a grin. “No thanks.”

Rather than showing false perturbation, Dorcas chose to watch her for a while before fishing over a tea set, pouring two cups. She was about to pour three before stopping.

“Pot or cuppa?” Mary asked, coming down to sit too.

“What?” “Pot or Cuppa? You can’t turn those down too! Dorcas grows really good weed. I can vouch.”  

A real smile crossed her face. It felt like forever since they all spoke to each other alone. 

“I think getting baked while holding a Niffler is a recipe for disaster.”

“Tea it is then!”

She found her attentiveness from the fight ebb away and focused on Dorcas talking fondly about her plants and a new Moonlit cactus Professor Sprout had given her. Mary was abnormally quiet, a far-away look in her eyes while Dorcas was chatty: the two seemingly swapped personalities. Y/N didn’t comment on it.

By the time lessons rolled around, Y/N’s frustration calmed drastically and coincidentally, Care of Magical creatures was next and she was faced with another predicament: Sirius Black. Class was essentially dismissed: students were allowed to leave to work on their last paper for their Puffskein assignment. But she and Sirius had been avoiding each other since that night.

Neither wanted to acknowledge the kiss. Y/N hadn’t told anyone and by the looks of it, because James would’ve come to harass her, Mary and Marlene about the bet by now, Sirius hadn’t either.

It’s as if kissing Sirius had released every beast in the Monster Book of Monsters in her body, filled with raging hormones. She couldn’t even hold a pillow at night without thinking of him. She replayed every second in her head and it left her mouth dry, skin ablaze and heart about to pop. All she thought about was Sirius fucking Black. His stupid face, (kinda funny) personality — silky lips — how would he look on top of —

It had been really bad.

It was even worse that Sirius fucking Orion Black was her first kiss.

There were no more fights, no talking — not even their ridiculous eye contact games. Whatever it was — their little rift — had become painfully evident that even their friends commented on how they missed their bickering. Complete radio silence, until now.

“... Hello,” Sirius muttered, “We should — ugh — get working.”

“Right, let’s…” She scratched the back of her neck nervously. It felt too early to know if she regretted it.

“Do you want to work in my dorm or the library?” Right, they left everything in Sirius’ room.

“Dorm. Everything’s there.” Yes, that's what she told herself.

They walked and worked in silence. Y/N even avoided breathing loudly because of how tense it was. With the added addition of her fight, she was left with little energy to attempt to fight with Sirius and regain any sort of normality.

For anyone, it was really important to just stop for a moment, get out of their head and analyze the bigger picture in tricky situations. Most times, it was liberating — freeing the person of their problems while other times you could discover new possibilities and potentials they hadn’t recognized before. But sitting there, staring at Sirius, she felt muddy and trapped. It just left her with a narrow point of view, worse off than before.

She wanted to know what he felt. What did he think? Did he regret it? How did he feel about her?

She looked back up to Sirius — he was already looking back — she whipped her head so fast that she felt some of the aches and nots crack from the speed.

Sirius coughs, making his way over to her, handing her his parchment. His sleeves were rolled up, pushed past his elbows. She looked at them for a little too long. “Finished the body paragraph. You?” “Revising the conclusion.”

Sirius looked at her, trained on every movement and it made her heart race. There was that swooping sensation in her stomach again. Maybe he was trying to break down and see the bigger picture too, but then it made her self-conscious. “Make it more uncomfortable, will you?” At least it was still easy to get annoyed at him.

“You brought it up.” He retorted fiercely. His eyes lingered on her lips just a second too long before he swirled his head, watching the ground. Sirius stood again, his mouth going to open but decided otherwise. His hair fell in front of his eyes, the blond beginning to fade back to his signature inky black.

Ah, fuck it. There will be another time to worry about the consequences.

In a swift movement, Y/N got up and grabbed Sirius by the belt loops of his pants and turned him around. They looked at each other — then she crashed her lips against his. In the daylight, she could see every eyelash, his soft skin and defined features. She quickly relaxed into it, craving the feeling of him again while Sirius had to take a moment before giving in completely.

Then she realizes what she’s done and panics. The party was different. They were caught up in the moment and a small pang hit her. Someone like Sirius... her feelings would never be mutual and she’s just getting into something she couldn’t have. It was a really bad idea that would only end up hurting her; leaving him unscathed. Y/N inhales sharply and he must’ve known she was about to pull away before wrapping a hand securely around her waist.

From everything she’s heard, all the rumours or eavesdropping in the hallways, Sirius was by far better than what anyone described. He made every bit of her tingle; a sensation spreading through her, paralyzing her arms, legs and brain in the best way possible. Everything about him made her feel impulsive.

Until she’s reminded of why he’s an asshole — but she doesn’t even know what her opinion is of him anymore. But she doesn’t pull away, no longer having the strength or want to stop. Yes, it was wrong. Sirius was her… not a friend — enemy? Whatever he was, her mind strayed and pictured everything they could do together.

“I hate you,” she said, her lips moving harder against his, “I hate you so much. You drive me mad.” There’s no weight behind her words yet it continues to fall from her, she just wants to regain some sort of control over her emotions. Sirius doesn’t say anything, his kisses only become messy, producing a low sound. But he chuckles, pushing her down on his bed. Her body bounces, elbows going to prop her up as Sirius crawls back on top of her. His body weight pushes her down and his hair is a wild mess that has too many images pop into her head.

“I don’t think you do,” he mused. “Tell me,” he says in between kisses, “If you hate me that much, why am I the only person that gets to touch you?”

Her lips halted and went stiff.

“I didn’t know, but your reaction told me.”

“Shut up, Black.” She bites back weakly.

“We’re past formalities, aren’t we, Y/N?” He purred into her ear. His voice is noticeably raspier and instantly has blood pumping through her hard. “I have a few suggestions, though. I can also respond to…” Sirius brings her hands above her head and uses his weight to pin them above. He pulls his head away, tilting mockingly as he pretends to think; watching her intently. “... How about — handsome?” And then his lips trail her neck. “... Darling… pretty?”

She struggles not to make a sound as his teeth graze her skin and began to suck down. “Ah — okay. Shut up, pretty boy.” She can feel the bastard’s lips twitch into a smile at that.

Someone like Sirius… yeah, definitely wouldn’t fancy her back, but she’ll at least have fun with him while she can. Life was getting a little better, a little more beguiling when she started to listen to her heart and body.

After that, they both mutually decided to work in the library, knowing neither would get any work done if they stayed in his dorm.

[yetanotherpotterpage]

the idea of loving you | 3

Being in love is never easy. Especially with a certain blonde-haired Slytherin around.. /4th year, Voldemort not coming back/

pairing: Draco x Ravenclaw reader

word count: 2600

warnings: none

a/n: I’ve been listening to a lot of girl in red lately, and is shows lol. Also thank you SOO much for all the support. It honestly makes my day <3 

After the incident with Malfoy, you went back to Harry and you talked for another hour or so, before leaving together to head back to the castle. Draco left the inn shortly after your little talk. You felt relieved, knowing that he won't bother you anymore, so you can focus all your attention on the brown-haired boy who's been patiently waiting for you to come back. But oh boy, you were wrong. You couldn't get Malfoy and his intoxicating smell out of your mind, and it once again drove you crazy. He should be illegal, you thought.

As you got back to your common room, you saw Luna sitting on a blue velvet sofa alone, with a book in her hand. She wasn't reading it or anything, she just held it in her hand, as she stared out of the window. Luna Lovegood. You met her last year, on the train heading to Hogwarts. You were a bit late, so all the cabins were full, except for the one Luna was in. She sat alone, not bothering to look in your direction when you opened the door. Not out of rudeness, she just simply didn't notice you, as she was lost in her thoughts, similar to how you found her on the sofa just now. When you first saw her, she wore colorful clothes and a funny looking necklace made out of Butterbeer caps. You voiced your fascination towards the odd jewelry, saying you've never seen anything like that before. She didn't reply but smiled at you as she took it off and gave it to you. Being friends with her meant being together in silence doing completely different things, just enjoying each other's company. It meant long walks to feed the Thestrals, even though you didn't see them, and going stargazing together. You were out on a warm September night, in your half-tied shoes and wrinkled shirt sitting on the grass, filling the silence with meaningless jibber when she kissed you. This was the first kiss you've shared together. It ended as quickly as it began. Her kissing you took you off guard, but you didn't mind it. Her lips were soft and tasted like strawberries. She smiled at you as you laid back, spreading out on the grass as if nothing ever happened, and continued talking. Your second kiss happened briefly a month after that. It was no secret that Luna was weird. Everyone knew that, and they liked bullying her because of it. She was usually good at not caring and shutting them out, but on that particular day, she broke. You two were sitting on the floor in Myrtle's bathroom while she cried, and it honestly broke your heart. It was now you that started the kiss. It was delicate, slow, and full of emotion, but it wasn't romantically motivated, and you both knew it. You've never talked about this kiss again. You wanted to walk up to her and ask her about her day, but Cho stopped you. "Oh, y/n, thank Merlin you're back. We were just talking with Marietta about the ball. It's a week away, and we still don't have dresses," she stressed. You realized she was right. You definitely needed to visit Hogsmeade before next Friday. Maybe you could invite Luna too. You knew she was not into all the dressing up, putting on expensive jewelry and makeup, but you'd give it a try, you thought. "And also, I heard Ced invited you to their little get-together. I'm so happy you're coming, you don't even know. I've never even talked to these guys before, so I probably would've felt very awkward sitting with them," she laughed. That was true. Cho was easily intimidated, and she got all shy when she was with people she didn’t know well, so you were happy you accepted Cedric's offer. In the end, you didn't get to talk to Luna, because Cho and Marietta dragged you with them to the library to meet up with some other friends. That's where you saw him. Hair as blonde as ever, eyes piercing, and he wore an annoyed look on his face. You gulped. You hadn't been expecting to see him here. You diverted your eyes as if you didn't even see him, and sat down at a table to join your friends. It's not weird he's here, he's a student after all, you thought. But still, seeing him after what he did to your heart previously that day made your cheeks heat up. 

You were trying to listen to one of the Ravenclaw girl's story about what happened in her DADA class when you've heard Hermione call your name. When you turned to her, she gestured for you to go over there, so you did. Hermione and Harry was sitting at another table with Ron. When you got there you swore you could see a blush on Harry’s cheeks, but you didn’t mention it. "Hey guys, what's up?" you asked, but your question was met with silence and awkward glances. You started to get worried. "Is everything alright?" Hermione let out an audible sigh, "tell her what you told us, Harry, she should know." You looked at Harry with a confused look on your face, waiting for an explanation. "So?" Harry frowned, and he let a long sigh escape his mouth. "I've seen how Malfoy bothered you in the Three Broomsticks today. You took so long in the bathroom, I got worried and went after you. And I've seen what happened." "Harry, I-" you didn't know what to say. You felt so guilty and irresponsible. You were on a date for Merlin's sake, and you almost let Draco kiss you. You were honestly disappointed in yourself. "It's okay, y/n," he interrupted you quickly. "It's not your fault," he said, but you really weren't sure about that. "When we got back to the castle, I saw Malfoy, and I got angry. I-I just couldn't control myself."

"Leave y/n alone, Malfoy," Harry said firmly, after he saw the Slytherin boy walking down the hallway with Crabble. Draco let out a laugh. "Why? Are you upset, because I stole the girl you wanted to take to the ball, Potter?" Malfoy said, visibly enjoying the enraged boy in front of him. Confusion settled on Harry's face, not knowing how Malfoy could've possibly known about that. "You know," Draco continued, " you should really keep your voice down when you talk. Someone might overhear you. 'Do you think I should ask her? What if she says no?' he quoted Harry mockingly. "Grow up, Potter."  "Are you serious? You asked her to the ball, so I couldn't go with her?" "Seems like the chosen one wasn't chosen this time" Draco sneered, then walked away with his minion, leaving the Gryffindor boy infuriated.

After Harry told you what happened, you were baffled. You didn't want to believe it at first. Once again, you felt stupid. You weren't mad at Draco, you honestly just felt disappointed. He did all that to mess with Harry. He would've invited any girl Harry liked, and it left a bitter taste in your mouth. You swore boys will be the end of you. But you felt sorry for Harry more than you felt sorry for yourself. He was such a nice guy. He didn't deserve Malfoy's bullying, and he definitely didn't deserve you playing with his emotions. You felt guilt take over you. "I'm so sorry Harry, I would've loved to go with you. But I mean, if you'd still want to go together, I'm in. I'll just call it off with Draco." "Uhm, sorry y/n. When I heard you were going with someone I asked Parvati, and she said yes," he said. "But I could tell her that I changed my mind." "No. The ball is only a week away, ditching her now would be horrible," you said, giving him a reassuring smile.  After returning to your table, and telling your friends about what happened, calling them furious would be an understatement. "He is such a prick., I just can't believe he'd do that." Said the girl you sit with in Charms. "I mean, he's Malfoy, what else did you expect? asked Marietta. "I'm seriously going to choke him the next time I see him." You couldn't help but laugh at that.

The following week passed quickly. It was hectic and exciting,. Everyone was talking about the ball, and practicing dancing. On Tuesday, you went out with Cho, Marietta, and Luna to find your dresses. You managed to convince your blonde friend to go with you, using your irresistible charms on her. She just couldn't say no to you. It took you a while to find the perfect dress since it was either the wrong color or the fitting of it was off, but after trying on 7 dresses, you've found the one. "This is it," you whispered, looking at yourself in the mirror, taking in the sight before you. You looked amazing in the long satin dress. It fit you like a glove, and it's deep, blue color matched with the color of your house. You felt powerful and beautiful wearing it. Thursday came quickly, and you were lying if you said you weren't nervous. It was the day of the Hufflepuff party. You walked with a knot in your stomach the whole day. You weren't ready to see Cedric and Cho all lovely-dovely together yet, considering it's only been a week since you got your heart broken. But you had to be strong. For Cho. After classes, you headed back to your dorm, to change into something cooler than your uniform. When you entered Cho was already there, doing the same thing. When you were both done, you headed straight to the Hufflepuff common room. "Are you sure you want to go to the ball with Malfoy?" Cho asked hesitantly while walking down the stairs of the Ravenclaw Tower. You sighed. "What choice do I have? No one else invited me, and the ball is tomorrow." "Go with Harry," she said as if it was the most obvious thing ever. "I already asked him, and he's taking Parvati," you said. "That's a bummer." You agreed with her. It really was a bummer.

You got to the Hufflepuff's common room faster than you wanted to. Cedric was already waiting outside for you two. Going in, you were surprised to see how different this common room was from yours. Yours was wide and tall with big, arched windows. Very graceful looking. The Hufflepuff one on the other hand had a very low ceiling, with a bunch of plants and small circular windows. It looked so cozy and comforting, like a sip of hot cacao on a cold winter morning, or warm, fuzzy socks. You loved it. After you finished marveling, you noticed that everyone was already sitting in a circle near the fireplace, so you quickly joined them. You sat on Cho's left, and Cedric sat on her right. It was okay. You could do this, it's not as bad as it thought it would be, you thought naively. There weren't a lot of people invited, you assumed since there were only about 7 people besides Cho, Cedric and you. You recognized some of them, they were all pretty popular. Some of the guys were bullies of Luna, which disgusted you, and it also didn't help with the knot in your stomach. One of the guys poured some Firewhiskey into everyone's glass, and you've all started drinking and talking. After your 3rd glass, you didn't feel tense anymore. It was a rather nice feeling, really. You were all bubbly and no one seemed scary anymore. Not even Cedric. One of the guys was muggle-born, and he told you about a game, that muggles play in parties like this. "It's simple, just spin the bottle, and kiss whoever it lands on," he explained. There were a few uneasy glances exchanged. "What if the bottle stops at someone I don't want to kiss?" a girl asked worriedly. "If you chicken out, you have to leave. Those are the rules," he replied simply. "Any questions?" he asked after a pause. There were none, so you quickly started the game. The first few spins were fun to watch. Everyone was excited, waiting for their turn to spin. You were fired up too, literally, from all the Firewhiskey you drank. It was now Cedric's turn to spin. He smiled at Cho, who smiled back at him before he took the bottle in his hand to give it a spin. It spun for what it seemed like an eternity, before slowing down. All eyes were fixated on it. You held your breath in with your heart racing. Not me, not me, please just not me, your mind chanted. It got slower and slower with every second, and it looked as if it's going to stop at Cho, but it ran past her, choosing to stop at you instead. Silence fell on the room. Everyone knew that Cedric and Cho were a thing, so the fact that it stopped at you created tension, and everyone felt it. You looked at Cedric and found him already looking at you. To your surprise, he didn't seem like he was very much against it. He looked at you with a serious expression on his face, but his eyes were suggestive. As if he was saying, it's okay for me as long as it's okay for you. You glanced at Cho, and saw a big frown on her face, and how her lips trembled. She looked pained, and who could blame her? The boy she was seeing had to kiss her best friend. She knew it was her decision to make, and her face showed true despair. You've been waiting for a chance like this for years, but seeing her like this made your heart ache. You knew what you had to do.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can do it. I guess I'm a chicken," you said, letting out a bitter laugh. Everyone was eyeing you, and no one said a word as you started getting up from your place. "You're not," you heard Cho say quietly. You looked at her with a frown as if she was crazy, shaking your head lightly. "You're not a chicken y/n," she said simply, a bit louder than last time, as she gave you a reassuring nod, gesturing for you to kiss the boy on her right. "You've heard her, go on. Do it if you don't want to leave," the muggle boy said strongly. You looked at him, with eyes that could kill, then glanced at Cedric. Your sharp eyes softened at his sight. You saw him and Cho exchanging glances before he looked you in the eyes. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you were glad you weren't standing because your knees would've definitely given up on you. You sneaked a guilty look at Cho as the Hufflepuff boy came closer to you. Heat rose from your stomach to your chest as Cedric's lips were getting closer and closer. His smell hit your nose, and he finally pressed his lips to yours. And it was honestly... underwhelming. You expected the time to stop as butterflies rose in your stomach. You expected your heart to skip a beat while your toes curl under you. But all you got was... a kiss. It wasn't magical or exceptional,  it was just normal. In the last few days, you didn't think of him as much as you used to, so kissing him scared you. You didn't want to get back into that headspace again. But you didn't. This kiss was exactly what you needed, to understand that you're healing. Little by little, you're getting over him.

chapter 4

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[leolupus]

Hogwarts Express

Journey to Hogwarts where Harry makes friends and enemies along the way; but who should be feared?

For the next month until Harry has to leave for school, both him and Eda have been studying to learn more about the human realm’s magic (heck, even practicing some as well) and it’s history. Harry even compared them with the demon realm’s magic into catagories. Like, Lumos is the equivalent to the light spell. Potions was the same as well and he can’t wait to give that class a chance. From what Eda told him, she was in the potion track during her school years at Hexside.

Speaking of Hexside, Eda took a trip down memory lane and told Harry all the chaos she accomplished during her time at Hexside. Harry, being interested, thought about making a name for himself by being Hogwarts’s greatest trouble maker.

The day has finally come as Harry stares at the train he’s supposed to board soon. After a nice mother of 5 children help him and Eda on how to get to Platform 9 3/4, he can’t help but have doubts about getting on the train.

Eda, jokingly says: “Last chance to back out, and earn a new patch *holds out a badge that says ‘Quitter Badge*. It’s like trying, but easier.”

Harry laughs at his mother’s joke before saying: “Thanks, but I’m fully committed to this... just a bit scared. I mean, I’ve been to school before, but I was always seen as a weirdo because of Dudley and-”

Eda cuts off Harry before he starts rambling like he does when he’s nervous: “Harry, let me give you some advice. When you walk into class, punch the first classmate you see.”

Instead of responding back, Harry gave Eda a hug, who was surprised; but returned the gesture as well. King, who been hiding in the backpack Eda was carrying, jumped out and join in on the hug as well. It’ll be a lie to say that the misfit family are not crying. Harry already said goodbye to Hooty and Owlbert, but it still hurts that he’ll be leaving them until Christmas break starts.

Eda told him to take care of himself, make some friends, and be sure to cause chaos at the school like she did back in Hexside. To say the least, Harry will do so and write to the family as much as he can.

Harry, after they break from the hug: “I’m going to go find a compartment before they are taken.”

King, who’s not ready to say goodbye: “Nooo, don’t leave us!”

Eda has to be the strong one of the two and hold onto King to prevent him for going after Harry, who was on his way to find a compartment. As much as it hurts to see her owlet Harry leave, she promised to respect his decision.

Harry found a compartment at the near end of the train that he place Hedwig in and before he can cast a levitating spell for his chest, the twins from the family that helped him and his family get onto the platform.

First Twin: “Need a hand?”

Harry, smiles: “Thanks, but I got it”

The twins watch in aware as he wordlessly cast the charm and levitated his chest into the compartment.

Second twin: “Blimey.”

First Twin: “How... aren’t you in first year.”

Both: “Who are you?”

Harry gave a quick bow as he says: “The name’s Harry; and yes, this is my first year here at Hogwarts.”

Harry then asks for the twins names, who introduced themselves as Fred and George Weasley. The two noticed the scar on Harry’s forehead and asked if he’s The Harry Potter. Harry confirms this as he went to cover the scar with his bangs, but corrected the two that he’ll like to go by his adopted family’s name: Clawthorne.

Harry: “I don’t want people to treat me as Harry Potter. I’m planning to make a name for myself as Harry Clawthorne, the Master of Mischief at Hogwarts.”

The twins grinned at that and said that as fellow mischief makers, if he ever needs assistance in causing chaos to come find them. Harry accepts the offer and says he can’t wait to cause trouble like no other with them. Harry look out at the window to see Eda and King looking for him. Just as the train started, they saw him and immediately starts waving good bye to him. Harry smiles and waved at them as well.

Not too long after, the youngest boy of the family asked if he could join him because most of the compartments are full. Harry agreed and he introduced himself as Rob Weasley and Harry introduce himself, causing Ron to act surprised

Ron: “Harry Clawthorne? You wouldn’t happen to be the one my brothers were talking about, a first year who could perform wandless magic.

Harry smiles: “I see word travel fast.”

The two continue to have a conversation about their families, stopping when a boy asked if they seen his toad. Harry encourages the boy that his toad will show up eventually. Ron then talked about his rat, Scabbers, and mentions about a spell his brothers taught him that could turn his rat yellow.

Before he can perform it, a girl stopped by to ask if they have seen the boy from earlier toad. She then noticed that Ron was about to perform magic and asked if she can watch. The ‘spell’ that Ron’s brother ‘taught’ him didn’t work and the girl asked if that was a real spell.

Harry, with confidence: “Oh, there’s a spell that can change ones color. May I?”

Ron hands over Scabbers to him and the two watch as Harry hold Scabbers in one hand and draws a circle above Scabbers, changing him to become yellow. Harry proudly showed them the now yellow Scabbers as the two stared, baffled at his performance.

The girl: “I’ve- I’ve never seen nor read about this type of magic. Could you tell me how you did it?”

Harry, as he hands Scabbers to Ron: “Only if you introduce yourself to us.”

The girl’s name is Hermonie Granger, who was helping Neville Longbottom find his toad. Harry told the two how he comes from another place that can perform magic unlike any other and that he came to learn Hogwarts style of magic. Hermonie left soon after to continue helping Neville find his toad, saying that she can’t wait to start classes with them.

The boys’ conversation soon turns into sports, Harry telling Ron about Grugby and Ron telling Harry about Quidditch, both exchanging similarities and differences between the two. Before long, they were talking about Hogwarts houses where Harry told Ron that he won’t be joining either of them.

Ron: “What? But- that’s unheard of! Every student must be in a house.”

Harry: “Well, you’re looking at the first wizard to attend Hogwarts without one.”

Before anything else could be said, they were interrupted once more by the door to their compartment opened. This time accompanied by three boys, one of who Harry met when getting his robes fitted.

The boy scan the room and set his eyes on Harry, saying: “Is it true? They’re saying throughout the train that a first year in this compartment can perform wandless magic?”

Harry gets the feeling that he’s not going to like this kid at all: “And if so?”

The boy introduced himself as Draco Malfoy, and his colleagues as Crabble and Goyle. When Ron brought attention to himself, Draco starts insulting him and told Harry how he shouldn’t be meddling with the wrong people. Yep, Harry knew he’s going to hate this kid.

Harry stands up from where he was sitting and said: “Thanks for the offer, but I know the wrong kind when I see them.”

If Draco was offended, he didn’t show it; but did told Harry to be careful with the people he hang out with, even insulting Ron’s family and Hagrid. Ron went to stand up, but Harry motions him to stay seated.

Harry, threateningly said: “Insult my friends one more time.”

Draco: “Or what? Going to fight us now?”

Harry, conjures his staff and gave Draco the coldest glare: “If that what it takes.”

Draco didn’t show it, but he along with his colleagues felt threatened when Harry effortlessly made his staff appeared. The staff has a palisman in a shape of a owl on top of it, just like Eda’s palisman. The three left after that, preferring to not mess with Harry anymore.

Once Harry was sure they wouldn’t return, he leaned his staff against the wall, sit back down and sighs. Ron congratulates him on his performance, even thanking him for defending them.

Harry told Ron that nobody threatens his friends as he unhooked the owl from his staff. The owl that was once wooden became alive and hooted at Harry, resting in his shoulder as Harry pets him.

Harry introduces his palisman, Owlstein, to Ron. Ron was shocked to see Owlstein and asked Harry about him. Harry told Ron about Owlstein, how he created his palisman, and that he’ll (Harry) will hurt anyone who dares harm his palisman.

Before long, Harry asked Ron if he would like to play a game, saying that he (Harry) and Owlstein will show him how. Ron, curious, asks him what it was.

Harry, making cards appear out of nowhere: “How would you like to learn a game called Hexes Hold’em?”

The Hermione stopped by the compartment once more to a interesting sight. Harry playing a magic card game with an owl she didn’t see before and Ron listening to Harry explains the game to him.

Harry: “Oh, hey Hermione! I was just about to beat Owlstein in a game of Hexes Hold ‘em.”

Owestien: “Hoot!”

Harry: “Right, Hermione, Owlstien, Owlstein, Hermonie”

Hedwig: “Hoot!”

Harry: “and Hedwig! Sorry girl, didn’t mean to make you feel neglected.”

Harry explain to Ron as the cards fought against each other, Owlstein’s cards seems to be winning.

Harry: “Listen Ron, when it looks like the deck is stacked against you, that’s when you bring out the Wild Card.”

Harry pulls out said card from his deck and Owlstein’s set of cards that were fighting bursts into flames to form the words “Winner: Harry” before disappearing.

Harry: “Ha! In your adorable face!”

Owlstein hoots and flaps his wings in anger as he glares at Harry while Ron and Hermione watched, the boy awe while the girl was horrified about what happened to the cards. Harry then asked Hermione what she came by for, which reminded her. She wanted to let them know that they were approaching Hogwarts soon and to change into robes.

Hermione: “Also, did a fight happened? I heard that there was almost one here.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other before saying: “Nope, no fights happening here.”

Hermione look at the two suspiciously before saying “Okay” and leaves. Harry picks up the cards as Owlstein lands on the staff and Harry place him back into his wood state before he and Ron prepare for Hogwarts.

Author’s Note: I’m thinking about doing little headcanons (like I’m doing now) of what I think would probably changed for each school year. Like since Harry was raised by rebellious Eda for three years, he would probably willingly be a trouble maker like owl mom.

Or expect little dabbles or snippets of random scenes every now and then (in no specific order, but I will mention what year it takes place)

Harry Clawthorne: One, Two, Three, Four

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[futureofanthropology]

Fine Line x Cedrico Diggory

Cedrico x Leitora / Draco x Leitora (breve)

Sinopse: Após sobreviver ao ataque de Voldemort no torneio tribuxo  Cedrico passa a se dedicar a combater o bruxo das trevas e seus seguidores, entretanto mal sabe o jovem bruxo que você estava disposta a usar de todos os meios possíveis para o salvar, mesmo que para isto você se colocasse em perigo.

Numero de palavras:2k

Parte Dois

 Os dias até a primeira prova se passaram rápido, você e cedrico passavam o período todo apenas tentando pensar no que poderia ser a primeira prova, todos os alunos da lufa-lufa estavam extremamente animados, em todo lugar que o bruxo passava era recebido com excitação dos outros alunos, a atenção que ele recebia das meninas ( que já era grande) parecia ter duplicado nos outros dias, e você fazia de tudo para não demonstrar que se sentia incomodada. 

 “Eu descobri o que vai ser a primeira prova” Cedrico fala para você enquanto te encontrar saindo de uma das aulas “Dragões”

 “Fale baixo” você ordena enquanto olha pros lados se certificando que ninguém mais ouviu “Como você descobriu isso?”

 “Harry Potter me falou, acredito que todos os outros campeões já saibam também “ Cedrico respondeu com um leve tom de preocupação.

 “Então... O que vamos fazer?” Você fala observando o bruxo com cuidado “ Temos que pensar em alguma coisa, a prova é amanhã” 

 Rapidamente a preocupação que estava no rosto de Cedrico desapareceu, ele te olha com um sorriso “Parece que agora tenho uma desculpa para você passar a noite comigo” ele fala te fazendo imediatamente arregalar os olhos e corar de vergonha “Para estudar estratégias, é claro” ele continua falando enquanto ri de sua reação. 

 “Cedrico Diggory, até quando você está em perigo não consegue parar com essas palhaçadas” Você diz balançando a cabeça “Vamos comer, teremos uma longa noite pela frente” você fala enquanto caminha para o salão principal . 

 Vocês dois passaram a noite inteira estudando diferentes maneiras que Cedrico poderia usar contra o dragão, de tão entretidos naquela atividade vocês dois acabam perdendo a hora que os dois caem no sono na sala. Entretanto, ao acordar você se encontra em quarto que por mais que semelhante, não era o dormitório da Sonseria, invés das cores verde e cinza estavam amarelo e preto e pelo o que você observa que todas as outras camas estavam vazias.

 “Expulsei todos os garotos para que você pudesse dormir melhor, não queria te acordar.     

                                                                       Cedrico” 

 Você corou imediatamente, então Cedrico te carregou aos braços até o dormitório? Por mais que você lutasse contra seus sentimentos era inevitável que seu carinho por Cedrico não aumentasse, você ficou perdida em seus pensamentos por alguns instantes até perceber que estava provavelmente atrasada para suas aulas e que pelo barulho que. conseguia ouvir de fora do castelo a prova já iria se iniciar, você pega o primeiro manto ao lado da cama e sai correndo enquanto tenta arrumar seu cabelo que estava embaraçado. 

 Ao percorrer os corredores você percebe que a escola estava praticamente vazia o que significava que o torneio estava prestes a começar, você então segue um grupo de pessoas que estava indo até as arquibancadas e se senta onde estão o resto dos alunos da Sonserina, você percebe que muitos estão te encarando como estranheza. 

 “Senhorita S/S “ Você ouve a voz ríspida do professor Snape em suas costas “Por acaso a senhorita está com intenções de mudar de casa?” ele pergunta com os braços cruzados.

 “Não professor “ você respondeu receosa. 

 “Então a senhorita poderia me explicar o porquê das novas vestimentas?” O professor continua, te fazendo checar sua roupa, ao olhar você percebe que estava vestindo a capa da Lufa-Lufa provavelmente de Cedrico, você apenas coloca a mão na cabeça e fala “Não irá acontecer novamente, professor” fazendo Snape se retirar com um olhar de desaprovação. 

 “Parece que Diggory teve uma noite boa ontem” Draco fala enquanto senta ao seu lado acompanhado de Crabble e  Goyle

  “Ciúmes, Malfoy?” Você pergunta sarcasticamente percebendo que o bruxo não esperava aquela resposta, o que resultou  em uma cara fechada e Crabble e  Goylerindo da reação do amigo.

  O torneio começou logo após do discurso de Dumbledore, apenas ver o dragão em sua frente (por mais que preso) você conseguia sentir seu corpo inteiro se arrepiando, e pensar que Cedrico a qualquer momento teria que enfrentar aquela fera te deixava mais inquieta. Em contrapartida, Draco estava rindo e fazendo piadas com seus amigos ao seu lado, ele apenas para quando percebe sua perna batendo de nervosismo. 

 “Mais um pouco e você e sua perna vão quebrar à arquibancada” Malfoy fala em seu ouvido te fazendo imediatamente parar de bater a perna. 

 “Ainda dá tempo de você ir para outro lugar, Malfoy” Você responde impaciente.

 “Como se você...” Draco começa a falar, porém é interrompido pelos gritos que toda a arquibancada faz quando Cedrico aparece: "Cedrico!" Você fala enquanto se levanta ao ver seu amigo, você não consegue ver mas Draco revirava os olhos enquanto falava “patético” ao ver seu nervosismo. 

  A primeira tarefa por mais curta que realmente fosse você sentia que estava  durando uma eternidade, quando o dragão cospe fogo na direção de Cedrico uma enorme fumaça preta se espalha em todo o ambiente, não te deixando ver se o bruxo estava ferido ou não. Você agarra apreensiva o primeiro braço ao seu lado o qual pertencia a Draco que se surpreende imediatamente porém não tira seu braço, rapidamente a fumaça começa a se espalhar pelo ar e a imagem de Cedrico segurando o grande ovo dourado faz com que toda a arquibancada estremece com os gritos de alegria que ecoavam de praticamente todas as casas, porém ninguém gritava como você.

 "Aonde você vai?” Malfoy perguntou enquanto te observa levantando do banco e indo em direção a saída. “Vou ver se ele está bem” você diz rapidamente sem olhar ao bruxo, seguindo em direção a barraca onde ficava os campeões do torneio você consegue entrar sem problemas (talvez sua capa da Lufa-Lufa tenha ajudado) e rapidamente localiza Cedrico, o qual está deitado em uma cama com  a Madame Pomfrey ao lado fazendo curativos em seu rosto, ao se aproximar você percebe outra pessoa sentada ao lado de Cedrico, uma menina de cabelos longos e negros.

 “O que está fazendo aqui?” Madame Pomfrey pergunta rapidamente quando percebe sua presença.

 “Vim ajudar” você responde acanhada enquanto senta ao lado de Cedrico, o qual parecia não estar compreendendo o que tinha acontecido. 

 “ S/n?” Você ouve ele perguntar com a voz fraca porém com um sorriso enorme ao perceber que você estava perto dele. A bruxa ao seu lado se vira a você com um sorriso, era Cho. 

 “Mais um pouco o garoto não perdia a noção mas sim o rosto inteiro queimado” A enfermeira fala avoada “Preciso cuidar dos outros, você continue pressionando isto no rosto dele que ficará bem” ela diz enquanto colocava a mão de Cho no rosto de Cedrico “E a senhora precisa ir, não posso deixar muita gente aqui, logo chega os outros participantes” a enfermeira diz a você enquanto sai apressada. 

  “Está tudo bem S/N, eu cuido dele” Cho fala de uma maneira gentil mesmo assim você não consegue evitar o sentimento de raiva que aquela situação te causava, você estava incrédula, sabia que Cho era colega de Cedrico mas não que eram tão íntimos assim, talvez o seu amigo não te contasse tudo. Você não diz nada, tenta forçar um sorriso a bruxa e sai imediatamente da barraca e caminha até o seu lugar, foi muito mais difícil conseguir sentar pois agora todos estavam em pé tentando ver Krum pegar o ovo, até mesmo Draco estava torcendo para ele.

  “Já está de volta?” Ele pergunta enquanto você se senta ao seu lado com os braços cruzados. 

 “Olha para frente Malfoy” você diz ao bruxo “Se não vai perder o show do seu namoradinho”. 

 Draco não responde, ele percebe que você estava realmente brava e que te irritar agora seria uma guerra em vão, você não fala mais nada pelo resto do campeonato apenas fica repassando em sua mente a cena de Cho cuidando de Cedrico e imaginando o quão ridículo você deveria ter parecido parada lá, sendo praticamente expulsa pela enfermeira, e quanto mais você pensava mais hipóteses  você criava em sua mente, quando Cho e Cedrico começaram a falar? Eles eram apenas amigos? Amigos não agem do jeito que Cho agiu, amigos não olham para o outro do jeito que Cho olhou para Cedrico.... O pior de tudo foi que ele não falou nada, não interferiu na sua “expulsão”nem mesmo falou um adeus. 

 “O que há com você?!”Draco fala quando você esbarra nele, você estava tão perdida em seus pensamentos que nem percebeu que a prova já tinha acabado e que você estava caminhando para dentro do castelo “ Por Merlin,  Diggory comeu sua língua?” O bruxo loiro continua a perguntar ao ver que você não iria respondê-lo. 

 “Hoje não Draco, sério “Você diz em um suspiro. Antes mesmo do bruxo te responder você se afasta dele e corre até sua amiga que estava a sua frente, Penélope Highs, imediatamente ao chegar ela percebe que algo está errado porém você apenas com um sinal com a cabeça consegue dizer a ela que depois falaria disso, mesmo sabendo que nunca iria dizer a ninguém sobre o que sentiu.

  Aquela noite terminou de uma forma que você menos esperava, você não estava comemorando com Cedrico, não estavam tomando cerveja amanteigada, não estavam rindo, muito pelo contrário, você não tinha mais visto ele e se encontrava embaixo de diversos lençóis em seu dormitório da Sonserina, não estava com vontade de fazer nada, só ficou pensando naquela cena. 

 “Você não vem?” Você ouve Penélope falando enquanto terminava de colocar o salto, você sem entender faz apenas uma expressão confusa.

 “A festa que vai ter na lufa-lufa, em comemoração à performance do garotinho de ouro deles” Pansy diz enquanto faz uma cara de desdém. 

 “Vocês? Em uma festa da lufa-lufa? Eu devo estar louca”Você diz enquanto se sentava na cama, rindo das amigas.

 “É o espírito do torneio, S/N” Pansy diz em um tom irônico enquanto ri “ Pensei que você mais do que ninguém, iria ir” 

 “Eu não estou muito no clima” você fala enquanto cobre o rosto com o cobertor “ Se divirtam” .

 “Não “Penélope bate o pé “Eu não sei o que aconteceu com você, mas você não vai ficar se lamentando aí” A bruxa diz enquanto te puxa para fora da cama. 

“Você não vai querer perder os garotos da Durmstrang” Pansy diz sorrindo “Você tem que ir, vamos” .

 Após trinta minutos delas tentando te convencer você finalmente concorda em acompanhá-las, sem se arrumar você apenas coloca a primeira roupa que vê e as acompanha até a sala comunal da lufa-lufa, todas as festas que tinham você sempre se surpreendida como os professores nunca descobriram, um simples feitiço e era como se eles fossem incapazes de enxergar ou ouvir qualquer coisa relacionada a festa. Ao chegar na sala você se depara com um emaranhado de alunos dançando, além dos rapazes de Durmstrang as meninas da Beauxbatons também estavam presentes, ambos os grupos estavam ridiculamente perdidos no meio de tantos alunos de hogwarts. Ao encontrar Draco e Blaise no canto da sala, Pansy agarra o pulso seu e de Penélope e corre em direção aos garotos.

 “Até você aqui Malfoy? Achei que não se dava bem com lufanos” Você diz ao bruxo. 

 “Com lufanos não, mas com as garotas da Beauxbatons, com toda certeza” Draco respondeu sorrindo fazendo um aperto de mão com Blaise que também ria. ‘Parece que seu namoradinho está te procurando’ Draco falou apontando com a cabeça em direção a suas costas, você se vira olhando para Cedrico, que estava cercado por um mar de gente, porém parecia estar procurando alguém na multidão. 

 Você apenas vira de novo a Draco e pega o copo que estava em sua mão dando um gole, você não estava pronta para conversar com Cedrico agora então decidiu que evitá-lo ao máximo esta noite. 

  Penelope e Pansy te arrastam para o meio da multidão onde vocês três começam a dançar, suas amigas estavam muito mais a vontade do que você, era nítido isso, muitos garotos (de diversas casas) estavam tentando se aproximar delas, e todos foram negados, as bruxas estavam empenhadas em apenas te fazer se sentir melhor, sempre espiando pros lados para ver se Cedrico não estava por perto. Até que um garoto de  Durmstrang se aproxima de Penélope, você percebe que de cara ela já se sentiu interessada, poucos minutos depois você vê Pansy se dirigir até Draco (todos da Sonserina sabia que ela era louca por ele) e você fica sozinha na multidão, até sentir uma mão em seu ombro.

 'Aí está você’ Você ouve a voz de Cedrico em suas costas te virando. ‘Estava te procurando a noite toda’. 

 ‘Aqui estou eu’ Você diz em um tom sarcástico e seco. 

 ‘Achei que pelo menos iria te ver depois da prova’ Cedrico continua falando, percebendo que algo está errado. 

 ‘Você já tinha bastante companhia', você responde sem olhar ao bruxo. 

‘Do que você está falando? Fiquei te procurando pelo castelo inteiro, até sonhei que você tinha ido me visitar depois da prova’ O bruxo fala confuso, você percebe então que ele não se lembrava de você na barraca, então prefere deixar ele pensando que era apenas um sonho, seria menos humilhante do que explicar o que realmente aconteceu. 

‘Achei que precisava de um tempo’ Você fala enquanto pensa no resto da desculpa que estava inventando ‘Você parecia estar com um probleminha aqui’ você diz rindo apontando parado o rosto. 

 “Está muito ruim?” Cedrico pergunta virando o rosto para você onde antes estava queimado, agora não tinha mais nenhuma marca ou cicatriz de queimadura, era como se nada tivesse acontecido.

 “Eu já te vi pior” Você fala sorrindo passando a mão no lado do rosto do bruxo.

“Fico feliz que meu rosto derretido te entretenha” Cedrico fala sorridente segurando sua mão contra o próprio rosto e sorrindo “Que bom que está aqui”. 

 Por mais que você tenha apenas tomado alguns goles da bebida que antes roubara de Draco você tinha a impressão que o conteúdo daquele copo era um pouco mais forte que cerveja amanteigada, e por algum motivo você sentia que Cedrico também estava um pouquinho mais alegre do que normalmente, você não sabia se era a bebida ou sua imaginação, mas ao olhar Cedrico dentro dos olhos você conseguia ver um brilho que nunca tinha visto antes, e por mais que a sala comunal estivesse escura o suficiente para você não conseguir ver grande parte do rosto de  Diggory, você consegue observar com nitidez os olhos ea boca do bruxo. Sua mão ainda estava em seu rosto e ele ainda segurava ela enquanto te encarava, por instantes você sentia que a distância entre vocês dois estavam diminuindo, enquanto todo o resto das pessoas pareciam estar aceleradas vocês dois tinham a impressão que tudo estava mais lento, se as coisas continuassem assim por mais alguns instantes você jurava que iam se beijar. 

 ‘Achei você’ Você ouve uma voz feminina que quebra todo o transe que você e o bruxo estavam, ao olhar você encontra Cho sorridente olhando para Cedrico, que parecia um pouco nervoso, como se fosse pego fazendo algo errado. O bruxo então se afasta de você e chega perto de Cho, a qual o beija assim que ele se aproxima. 

 Você fica paralisada, não consegue esconder sua expressão de surpresa, com os olhos arregalados e sem nada para dizer, como se estivesse engasgada, Cedrico estava extremamente envergonhado. 

 ‘Você deve ser S/N, Cedrico me falou tanto de você’ A bruxo estende a mão com um sorriso em sua direção.

Parte Um/ Parte Três

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Cook offs and food

I’ve gotten around to doing the cook off quests between Hoko and Talonyth in Colony 6, and while the whole theme is hilarious, it does give me a nice excuse to share some food-related observations.

As a food-lover, I definitely need to ponder on food stuff. Can you blame me?

It’s a long post, so I’ll be placing a ‘’Keep Reading’’ to prevent cluttering your dash.  Hope you enjoy!

There are restaurants in game. I just dig that concept so much. Restaurants existing alongside gourmet connoisseurs (though that Nopon one is rather questionable), it means creative and/or quality food is considered important on the Bionis, rather than only a necessity for survival.

I like the idea that the restaurants, at least the Homs ones, are these open kiosk-like things. Gives off street food vibes, and I can just imagine walking down the streets and smell the wonders that’s simmering here and there.

It’s also interesting to consider what kind of influence the different races have on their own cuisine, despite sharing the same titan and many monsters of the same kind appearing everywhere. 

From what I gather of all the food-related sidequests, whether an NPC was simply hungry or wanted to treat another NPC, it seems all three races are omnivorous.  Admittedly, I still have a hard time imagining Nopon eating meat... but they have the teeth for it after all. 

Nene’s dialogue in Future Connected implies Nopon like to eat flowers and Pollen alongside utilizing it for other purposes. So I’d figure Nopon cuisine might be similar to cuisines that utilize saffron and other flower-related herbs? Using parts or even whole flowers in cooking isn’t really popular among us humans, but I like the idea Nopon do utilize this. Not only for taste, but aesthetic as well. A lot of Nopon don’t seem to discriminate on ingredients either, and eat a lot, even the less likely parts of wildlife.  There’s a Nopon who decided spicy and sour bug juices were interesting and decided it’s expanding the palate. With that... I think they might be adventurous in trying things out and see if it’s OK.  The Nopon chef in C6 did have a poor reputation initially, and only after you help him, he seems to get more popular. Likely after implementing Homs/High Entia tastes in his recipes, not too unsimilar to what immigrants do when they set up a restaurant in a foreign country in our world.

They also have huge appetites, so large portions and quickly-made snacks are probably popular among them. I remember a lot of Nopon commenting on buying snacks around the shopping levels of Frontier Village. They could have multiple mealtimes or consider these integral to their culture.

As for the Homs, I get the impression it’s not too different from our own cuisines, with a twist here and there. The Homs live in a rather exotic world after all.  Giorgio in Colony 9, for example, is famous for his curry that contains Dance Apples. His assistant Jackson, if you go the Chef route, also seems to be experimenting a lot with seafood. I find also very lovely how a grandmotherly figure (Marcia) requests you to deliver some biscuits to her grandson. It’s a nice touch of familiarity in such a strange world. Homs cuisines might also be regional. Colony 9 is right above a massive lake, and as shown with Jackson and the comments of other NPC’s, fish is a staple on the C9 menu. From Piranhax to smaller fish we never get to see. 

Colony 6 on the other had doesn’t have as much water. Closest is Kasharpa Falls and it’s fairly small compared to the lake in C9. There is Raguel Lake, however, so I doubt fish is uncommon here either, and fishermen probably take longer to return with hauls. It’s not a short walk between C6 and the lake. 

Inbetween hauls, they likely feed off of other wildlife. Hox seem common in the area, as well as Crabbles in the mines. There is trade with C9 and an influx of Nopon Merchants passing by, where they probably get their other ingredients from.  Rebuilding Colony 6 heads towards a multicultural society with ties to many different places, causing it to become like many larger cities in our world, with foods and recipes from all over the titan. Said multicultural society probably continues postgame in Colony 9 after the Bionis gets rekt.  Who knows what the Post-Titan world has to offer? 

On the other hand, it is the High Entia I cannot place a finger on. We learn a lot about their traits and the unfortunate Telethia thing, but beyond that, little is known about their culture.  Apparently Talonyth makes great food, and requests improved utensils to cook even better, once he decides to enlist your help to counter Hoko.

One of these is called Nature’s Stove, which I suspect might be akin to those clay ovens and other clay-based utensils that give off a distinct taste. I mean... I can’t fathom what kind of other cooking utensil is found in a frickin’ jungle of all places.

Don’t get me started on this ‘’Sky Stage Pan’’. My best guess is a stone bowl or whatever. Maybe a large Armu scale? There’s the Violent Adante stomping around there after all.

Also, High Entia live secluded from the other races, so I don’t think these ���’natural’’ tools are a staple in their cuisine. Talonyth probably came up on it after doing some research after Hoko did his ‘’Cook Off Counterattack’’.  Being rivals with a Nopon might have gotten him interested in other ways of cooking. He did comment on the restaurant scene being stale when he was still in Alcamoth.

So far I can tell about these winged folks is that they seem to value cooking techniques, skill and tool-quality a lot. I’m sort of imagining these Michelin-star restaurant stuff as their average food... tiny portions, highly elaborate set ups and stuff. 

Or maybe like the Sushi and Tapas corners? Sit down, order small portions till you’re full, trying out as many different things as possible and move on? I can imagine the High Entia seeing mealtime as an opportunity to build connections, and as an event rather than a simple moment to stuff your face. Possibly, it’s more common to eat out rather than eat at home, or hire cooks. While some might say I’m overthinking stuff, I simply like looking into videogame worlds and figure out what their ‘’mundane’’ stuff are like, even if it’s just food or cooking. 

It’s food for thought after all.