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so bad news is tdc is discontinued im so sorry

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I REALIZED MY TUMBLR QUEUE MESSED UP

IT POSTED THE TEASER FOR CHAPTER 7 aND WAS ABOUT TO POST CHAPTER 7 THEN 5 THEN 6

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I hope you’re all ready for a chapter to remember

or not?

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“There’s the silver lining I’m looking for.”

— Happy Birthday to Ginevra Molly Weasley

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TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS: CHAPTER IV

SUMMARY:

After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you think is right. And right now, you aren’t willing to wait for it.

CHAPTER IV: GOD HELP AND FORGIVE ME, I WANNA BUILD SOMETHING THAT’S GONNA OUTLIVE ME

“Can… Can we stop? I’ve been- I’ve been running up… up and down the stairs all day,” you wheezed as Harry, Ron, Lester, and Ruth raced ahead of you. Harry held his hand out.

“You can have a seat when we get there, just one more floor to go,” he said as he turned back and continued up the stairs.

“Where...” you gasped as you finally reached the seventh floor, bracing the banister. “Where are you even taking us?”

He didn’t respond as he and Ron checked the hallway for anybody, then signaled to the rest of you to follow along. When you, Ruth, and Lester made your way towards them, Harry smiled with pride as the wall behind him seemed to open up. 

“I present to you… The Room Where It Happens.”

He stepped aside, revealing a beautiful expanse, where there were students duelling, students practicing spells, and students conjuring their own Patronuses, gazing in awe as the blue glowing creatures pranced around their creators.

Now this is what Hogwarts is supposed to be. Not examinations, not protocols, not strict totalitarianism under the Ministry.

“Harry,” Ruth breathed out, absolutely speechless. You could see her eyes glistening over.

Lester looked around. “What is this place?”

“The legendary Room of Requirement,” Ron beamed.

You turned to Harry. “How did you find it? Hundreds of wizards before you have tried.”

Harry gestured to the room, allowing you to enter. “Of course we did a little research before we actually created Dumbledore’s Army,” he said. “We made sure no one else knew how to open it.”

You stepped further into the room, and everyone turned to look at the five of you.

“Alright, mates,” Ron waved his hands. “I hope you know Ruth, Lester, and Y/N. They’re going to join us.”

“Wait a minute,” you turned to Ron and Harry as Ruth and Lester walked to join the other students. “I didn’t say anything about joining you yet.”

“But clearly you’re not on Malfoy’s side!” Ron wailed.

“The enemy of my enemy is not my friend, Ron, I’m more of a neutral party.”

Harry grabbed your shoulders. “Y/N, you could be the one to help change the system. Do you support this movement?”

“Of course!”

His eyes narrowed. “Then defend it.”

“And what if you’re backing the wrong horse?”

“Y/N, things like this are what Dumbledore wanted us to be prepared for. Magic isn’t all potions and wand-waving. I’ve seen more than I can bear to retell in that damned graveyard, and I don’t want any more people learning to live with the unimaginable.”

“The unimaginable? What do you mean-”

An Asian Ravenclaw girl tapped Harry on the shoulder. “Harry, Hermione has something she needs to tell you.” She turned to you. “You must be Y/N L/N. I’m Cho Chang.”

You smiled at her. “Hi, Cho.”

She held your arm gently. “Could I have a word with you?”

The two of you moved to the side.

“So,” she glanced at Harry before looking back at you. “What made you want to join?”

“Well, it’s kind of a long story, but I’m still deciding. But don’t worry, I’m willing to keep this a secret no matter what.”

“Harry told me how you have some questions about what we do, well, we fight for Hogwarts and-”

“Yes, I know, it’s just,” you ran a hand through your hair, “is the trouble worth it?”

Cho sighed. “Actually, I was hesitant at first to join this because of how much trouble I could possibly get into. But then,” she took out her wand, closing her eyes. “I thought of Cedric.”

“Cedric Diggory?” You gasped. The boy had been murdered by The Dark Lord, but the Ministry had only called it a “tragic accident”.

“Yes,” she smiled sadly, her eyes still shut. “I thought of what he would want me to do, what he’d want all the students to do if he were still alive.”

Her wand glowed blue at the tip, and a tear slid down her cheek.

“I thought that maybe he’d want me to tell his story by fighting for what I know is right.”

The blue glowed brighter, and she held on tighter to her wand, her eyes still shut.

“I just think that if there’s a reason I’m alive in a world where Cedric doesn’t exist anymore,” she whispered wistfully, “I’m willing to wait for it.”

As she said those words, the image of a swan emerged, and danced around her, leaving a stream of misty blue gleaming in its trail.

She turned to you, tears running down her cheeks, and a determined look in her eyes as she smiled.

If she hadn’t put down her wand, you wouldn’t have realized you were crying too.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m such a bloody softie,” you giggled as you wiped away the tears on your sleeve. “I’m so sorry you had to endure that.”

She shook her head. “It’s made me stronger, no matter how much it hurts.”

You sniffed and looked up at her, feeling the tears coming back. “Ca-can I hug you?” You squeaked.

She nodded, then held her arms open for you to embrace her. You sobbed into her shoulder as she rubbed your back.

You let her go and laughed. “I’m sorry, I should be comforting you.”

“No, it’s alright. Harry cried more,” she giggled.

“What about me crying?” Harry walked over to the two of you. “Alright, Cho, what bollocks are you telling Y/N about me?”

The three of you laughed. Cho shook her head. “No, Harry, we were just talking about-”

“I’m joining,” you cut her off.

Harry turned to you, his eyes wide. “Wha-what?”

“I said,” you smiled at Cho, “I’m joining Dumbledore’s Army.”

Ron hollered a cheer. “Congratulations, Y/N! Hey, I’m sorry about how I reacted to Malfoy this afternoon. I just hate him so much,” he clenched his fists and pretended to throw a punch.

“Now, Ron,” a curly-haired girl warned him, “You know what happened the last time you tried hexing him.”

You turned to her, “You must be Hermione Granger,” you smiled.

“I heard about how Malfoy copied off your potion and took credit for it,” she whispered. “How could he possibly be a role model student?”

“Well, he didn’t exactly copy off me, he was probably just looking at how to crack the shells,” you shrugged.

“He asked you to the library tomorrow, right?” Hermione recalled.

“Well, yes, but I don’t think Harry and Ron want me to go-”

“Go.”

“Wh-what?”

“This is our chance to get information on how much the Inquisitorial Squad really knows about You-Know-Who’s return. Maybe you can slip in a question or two about it.”

“I- well, okay.”

After Harry introduced you to the other D.A. members, you walked down the stairs with Hermione, because Lester and Ruth stayed behind to talk about something with Harry.

“So you drank it,” Hermione gasped.

“I didn’t! Livina came in talking about a commotion by the stairs that never happened.”

Hermione turned to you. “Oh, yeah, about that, why the blazes did she do that?”

“I don’t know,” you replied. “She said she did it for a friend. Who on Earth could that friend possibly be?”

The two of you stopped. 

Hermione looked at you. 

You looked at Hermione.

“Livina’s a Slytherin,” Hermione thought out loud.

“And Malfoy’s a Slytherin...” you trailed off.

“Could it...be?”

You stared at each other until…

“Ha! No way!” Hermione laughed.

The two of you burst out into laughter, and talked for the rest of the night, unaware of the Slytherin girl grimly eavesdropping in on the two of you.

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Livina scrunched her nose in disgust at your conversation with Ruth. 

Her, doing something for that obnoxious Malfoy twat?

Draco was a Slytherin, yes, and so was she, but that didn’t mean they agreed on all terms. They were forced to work together because she was part of the Inquisitorial Squad, but all things considered, even her dog spoke more eloquently than him.

That was the problem of being a Slytherin, she always had a reputation to maintain.

But in reality, she loved Ravenclaws. 

She wished she had been sorted in Ravenclaw, but here pureblood mother wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect- or rather- her idea of perfect. She knew she loved the thrill of books, and she liked a person of intelligent substance.

She liked a mind at work.

Which is why she fell in love with Lester.

Yes, dear reader, Lester Lawrence, the boy everyone knew as the biggest bookworm of his age. The boy everyone knew she teased. 

But, again, in reality, she really, really wished she could be kinder, to tell him how much he had bedazzled her with his bubbly and bright personality, but she didn’t know where to start. 

So she had settled for staring, “lightly” teasing him, and even subtly helping his friends with whatever they needed.

Earlier, she thought she had already done enough by only telling you not to drink the tea. But after she saw Lester panicking about you, and running around with a Hufflepuff girl holding onto his hand, even if it broke her heart to see someone else holding him, she decided she valued her heart over her head and took the risk of being scolded by Umbridge and her parents, and ran to Umbridge’s office to make a diversion.

Even if Umbridge was as smart as a pebble and never really knew a thing, she knew her parents would find out one way or another about her actions. She already knew the owl would come flying to her the next morning, clawing her worst nightmare as it settled down on the desk. She already knew her parents would be furious for helping a Muggle-born, and yell at her to remember her place as a pureblood. She knew they would take their quills and write out their disappointment in her for the parchment to yell in her face when she opened it.

And she already knew she would have to choose.

But she also knew she’d see Lester, happy even though she wasn’t the reason, but happy with his friends... and of course, the Hufflepuff girl.

A tear rolled down her cheek, then another, then another. Soon Livina had to brace herself against the pillars to calm her breathing, though she was already racked with sobs as she curled into a ball against the floor.

She had never wanted the world; she only wanted to give the world to the one she loved.

She would never be satisfied.

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omg your series is so exciting to read! i love livina, ruth, and most of all my boy lester! i love how you're adding all the hamilton references :)))

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TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS PLAYLIST

V I B E C H E C K 

*slaps you with this post*

hey everybody and welcome to the OST of “Ten Duel Commandments”! I sure as hell don’t own any of the songs (because if I don’t put a disclaimer the FBI will be at my door) but I put it together so you could have a little music to cry to while crying about the fic!

(no, not all the Hamilton songs are there, just the ones directly related to the fic)

Just click here and enjoy!

Imma also add the taglist here in case you guys wanna soundtrip

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could i maybe be tagged in the Ten Duel Commandments series please? i love it!

sure! my taglist is always open. i’m glad you love the series!

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Hi again! If your tag list is still open, would you mind adding me? I didn’t even realize I’d missed an update. And definitely don’t want that to happen again.

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TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS: CHAPTER III

SUMMARY:

After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you think is right. And right now, you aren’t willing to wait for it.

CHAPTER 3: I WILL SEND A FULLY ARMED BATTALION TO REMIND YOU OF MY LOVE

“So that was what happened when you fell asleep in the library last year?” Ruth laughed as Lester blushed shyly and nodded.

“Well, I don’t go there as much now, because of the curfew. I often just go there to borrow and return books, now I just stay at the Great Hall and the Ravenclaw dormitories,” he explained, and Ruth nodded, listening intently.

“Well, Y/N and I spend our time a few tables from where you usually sit. Maybe you could come sit with us!” she invited him.

“I definitely will now,” he smiled.

They chittered away about life at Hogwarts, and wouldn’t have stopped if a boy hadn’t run up to them from behind, looking pale as Death.

“A-A-Are you Ruth Solari?” he cried, and they turned around. He shook her hand.

“R-Ron Weasley. It’s an emergency, I need your friend. Have you seen Y/N L/N? Harry said she might help-”

Lester frowned. “Oh, I’m sorry, but Y/N’s in Umbridge’s office right now, maybe later-”

“Oh, bloody hell!” He seemed to be panicking, and propped himself up on the nearest wall. “This is bloody disastrous!”

“What’s the matter?” Ruth asked.

“Ne-Neville Longbottom’s seemed to have taken a dose of Veritaserum!” He wailed. “T-t-truth potion!”

Ruth and Lester helped him up gently by the shoulders.

“He-he’s been bloody ranting about his grandmother a-and almost spilled out a really big secret, but he managed to get away before he said it,” Ron continued, wiping the sweat on his forehead.

“Get away from where?” Lester pressed on.

“From Miss Umbridge’s bloody office, of course!” He said, then let out a whine and slumped to the floor again. “Neville’s been throwing up in the bathroom for thirty minutes. Harry’s in the courtyard, go find him!”

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You aren’t sure how long you were sitting there before she started, but Professor Umbridge’s stare at you didn’t seem to waver, even as she cleared her desk and rested herself promptly at the pink-cushioned seat.

The entire room screamed The Queen of Hearts at you, and you couldn’t help but remember what happened to Alice after she ate and drank all those different kinds of food.

So, better to be safe than sorry.

Your head perked up as she cleared her throat.

“Why so tense, dear? You look as if you've seen a dementor, I’m not going to do anything to you,” she squeaked sweetly in that shrill voice. 

Your shoulders relaxed at this, but only slightly. There was still a chance she was luring you into some kind of trap, and everyone knew her moral compass was less off a compass and more of a Wheel of Fortune.

“Why… Why am I here, Professor? I’ve done nothing but comply with all my schoolwork,” you asked, truly not knowing why she asked you to come here.

“Hmm, that is true. However, you’ve broken a rule by standing too close to Mister Harry Potter during break. Boys and girls-”

Are not permitted to stand within 6 feet of each other, you inwardly cursed at yourself for forgetting. You nodded at her words.

“I understand, Professor. I’m r-ready to accept my punishme-”

“However,” she waved away your apology, “Since it’s your first time breaking a school rule in all your years at Hogwarts-”

I’ve never broken a school rule before? Even you think that’s impossible.

“-I’ve decided to let you off for this one. I’ll just need to ask you a few questions, have some tea.”

You nodded again, and you wrapped your fingers around the cup when Livina’s voice echoed in your head, a word of warning.

Don’t drink it.

But why?

Don’t drink it.

Was Professor Umbridge trying to poison you? She couldn’t possibly do that, she’s your professor.

But why would she tell you not to drink it?

Don’t drink it.

Umbridge cleared her throat. “Have you noticed anything out of the ordinary here at Hogwarts?”

Don’t drink it.

The tea looked inviting, but you had to answer her question, so you slid the cup away.

“Well, no, not anything I recall,” you replied calmly.

Don’t drink it.

What does that mean?

“You’re absolutely pale, dear, the tea will calm you.”

Don’t drink it.

“I’m not frightened, Professor,” you assured her. “Is there anything else you need to ask?”

“Well, not anymore, but you look frightened, have a drink.”

Don’t drink it.

“I’m alright, Professor, it’s just that I have a sore throat,” you faked a cough.

Don’t drink it.

She furrowed her eyebrows. “Why won’t you drink it?” 

Don’t drink it.

She slid the cup over to you, the sound of the porcelain on the wood resembling a chalk scratching on a blackboard.

“Take a sip, it’s delicious.”

Don’t drink it.

“Professor, I don’t-”

“Take a sip, even just a little.” 

“Is there anything else you have to ask, Professor?”

Don’t drink it.

“What did Mister Potter talk to you about?”

“He just asked me if I had burn medicine.”

Don’t drink it.

“Anything else?”

“N-No, Professor,” you croaked.

Don’t drink it.

“Did he tell you anything about a student organization?”

“No, Professor.”

Don’t drink it.

“Have a cup of tea, L/N-”

“Professor, I appreciate the offer, but no thank you-”

Don’t drink it.

“Are you disobeying me?”

“Professor, i-it’s just a cup of tea-”

“Then drink it!”

Don’t drink it.

“I- alright!” You lifted the cup off the saucer and to your lips, about to take a sip-

The door slammed open.

“Professor,” Livina glared at you, but turned her gaze to Professor Umbridge. “There’s a commotion outside by the Staircase. We think it’s Mister Potter.”

“You’re excused,” Umbridge waved her hand away at you as she stood up and trotted out to the door, while Livina walked into the room as she looked you up and down.

“What’s going on outside?” you asked, bringing the cup to your lips again, but Livina snatched the cup from your hands.

“Say anything wrong,” she demanded.

“Wha-” you asked, but she cut you off with a zipping sound, then tapped your forehead as if checking for a fever.

“I said, say something wrong. Anything factually incorrect.”

“We- Um, uhh… h-h-humans can eat horses?”

“Oh, good, you’re alright,” She looked back at the cup in her hands, and hurled it into the fireplace, the tiny porcelain smashing into pieces, and the fire roaring into large flames.

“Livina!” you cried, jumping up from your seat. “Why did you do that?”

“You’re as stupid as Longbottom, L/N. How do you not know that there’s Veritaserum in every teacup she brews for her students?”

Your jaw dropped. “Truth potion? Wh-wha-”

“I only did this because it’s for a friend,” she bluntly replied. “Now get out before anyone sees.”

You turned back to her and took a second to realize what she did. She was a part of the Inquisitorial Squad, and if anyone found out, she might be in big trouble.

“You saved me,” you mumbled, then smiled with gratitude. “Tha-thank you.”

Her lips quirked up for a second, something between a smile and a smirk, but she scowled and waved her hand at you to go.

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You panted as you reached the doors of the Great Hall. You looked up at the sound of someone screaming your name and saw three people running towards you.

Ruth, Lester, and-

Wait.

“Ruth, what is Harry doing with you?” You asked. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Ruth cried. “You’re the one who was at Umbridge’s office and you’re asking us what happened? There was-”

“Yes, I know there’s truth serum in her bloody tea. I’m alright, I didn’t get to drink it.”

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God, if you had actually drunk that you would spill out all your biggest secrets.”

You turned to Harry. “Even yours?”

He sighed and nodded grimly. “But she-she didn’t give you detention or anything?”

You shook your head and showed him your clean wrists.

“How did you find out there was Veritaserum in the tea?” You asked.

“Neville Longbottom came out of the office a few minutes before you were called in,” Lester explained. “Ron Weasley here came to us looking for you.”

“Hey, Y/N L/N, Ron Weasley,” a ginger-haired boy offered his hand, and you took it.

“Well, what’s happening by the staircase? I heard there was a commotion.”

Harry gave you a puzzled look. “What? Y/N, are you sure you’re alright-”

“Livina came in just as I was about to drink the tea, saying there was a commotion by the staircase,” you explained.

“Nothing happened, Y/N,” Ruth rubbed your shoulder. 

“Wait, what?”

“Nope. Not a thing. Anyway,” she showed you a coin that looked exactly like the one you had in your pocket, “I’m part of Dumbledore’s Army right now.”

You gaped at her. “What? Ruth, what were you thinking-”

“So am I,” Lester coughed awkwardly from behind her.

You turned to Harry again. “Harry, I just got back from Umbridge’s office because she was asking me if you told me anything funny, and now you drag them into this?”

“They agreed!” Harry retorted. “Y/N, we need more people like you to fight the system.”

“We don’t need to fight the system, Harry, we need to change it! How sure are you that the rest of the school isn’t comfortable with Umbridge’s rules?”

“They aren’t, Y/N, that’s why we have the Dumbledore’s Army!” Lester defended.

“Besides,” Ruth said, “The only people who actually support Umbridge are Slytherin spoiled babies.”

“Did someone say Draco Malfoy?”

You heard him rather than saw him as he trotted over to your group, looking like a man on a mission with his henchmen Crabbe and Goyle. You inhaled, trying to keep your cool.

“Well, Potter, having a splendid time with the mudbloods, are you? Don’t all of you have some rooms to clean?”

“Shut up, Malfoy,” Ron glared at him, though you could see he was a little ashamed.

“Oh, hey there, Weaselbee,” Draco smirked, “How was detention?”

“Leave him alone, Malfoy,” Harry stepped in between them. "Why do you have to bother us?"

“Because you’re my favorite people, Potter! I’d go out of my way to check on my,” he flared his nostrils at the two of them, “friends.” He spat out the last word like a bitter medicine.

Harry surged forward. “I’d rather die than be your friend-”

“When will the both of you finally stop bickering like children?” You murmured, crossing your arms as you huffed in disgust.

Everyone was shocked at your words, even you. You felt a surge of pride as you saw Malfoy’s eye twitch in unchecked rage, but all that pride left you as he sauntered over to you slowly and you instinctively took a step back.

You tried to look away, but two fingers curled under your chin and tilted your face up to meet his gaze.

“Y/N,” he drawled, the sound of your name on his lips sending a lightly threatening shiver down your spine. He stepped closer to you, your chest literally pressed up to his.

“How was your little tea party with Professor Umbridge?” he asked, impishly smirking.

“I-I… well, she just told me that I was standing within six feet of Harry, but she let me off since it was my first time breaking a school rule,” you mumbled. Well, it wasn’t entirely a lie, wasn’t it?

“I see, well, I just hope it’s not the last.”

You could see fumes coming out of Ruth’s ears.

“What did that mean? Hey, Mal-face, what did that mean?!” She nearly pounced on him if Lester hadn’t held her back. Harry walked over, but with a flick of Malfoy’s wrist Crabbe and Goyle stood in his way.

“Anyway, if you know your priorities, I suggest you come meet me, tomorrow, at the carriages taking us to Hogsmeade. I’d like to have a chat with you.”

Without breaking eye contact with you, he flicked his wrist again and Crabbe and Goyle stepped away from Harry and to Draco’s side, as they left the Great Hall, their robes fluttering behind, adding a dramatic flair.

Ron and Harry were still glaring holes into Draco’s back, and Lester finally let Ruth go.

Ruth pulled you into a hug. “Oh, Merlin, I’m going to strangle that boy the next time I get the chance.”

“Hey, don’t worry,” you laughed. “He didn’t hurt me or anything, right?”

“Yeah, but Draco’s a bully in nature, who knows what else he’s got under his sleeve.”

"But he asked me nicely if I wanted to talk with him tomorrow at Hogsmeade," you replied.

"You're not going," Ron ordered.

You and Ruth turned to him.

"Excuse me for being rude, Mister Weasley," Ruth raised an eyebrow, "but I don't think you have the right to tell her which affairs she can go to or not."

“Well, I think I know which people are bloody gits! Y/N, it’s for your sake!”

The three of you argued about whether you would go or not when Harry snapped his fingers to get your attention.

“Y/N, I know you don’t exactly agree with me yet, but we could arrange some kind of quid pro quo. Do you guys mind if we all take this conversation somewhere… more private?”

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Yo yo yo, what time is it? Haha. Oh my god, I’m already in love with your new series. The Hamilton aspect? Awesome. And the morals vs emotions aspect that you’re going to put into play? That’s already tugging at my heartstrings. I’m pretty interested in the other characters you’re putting in here too. I love how it looks like they’ll add more to the story. Can’t wait to see how this all works out.

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TEN DUEL COMANDMENTS: CHAPTER II

SUMMARY:

After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you think is right. And right now, you aren’t willing to wait for it.

CHAPTER 2: WE ARE A POWDER KEG ABOUT TO EXPLODE, I NEED SOMEONE LIKE YOU TO LIGHTEN THE LOAD

You scrambled up and around the Changing Staircases and nearly fell off if you hadn't held on to the handle. You had asked five different people where Harry was, and none of them bloody knew where he went after Divination. You let out a puff of breath and sat down, then looked at the mark the coin had left on your hand. It was a bright red circle in the middle of your palm.

You looked up as the stairs started to change, which led you to the seventh floor. You stood up and staggered up the staircase and into the hall, then stopped as you saw Harry.

“Finally,” you mumbled, and ran towards him. “Harry!”

He turned around and pointed his wand at you, but let out a sigh- of relief? You didn’t know- as he realized it was just you.

“Oh, hi, Y/N,” he smiled. “What-What are you doing here by the R- seventh floor?”

“I was wondering if you still had a little of that Wound-Cleansing Potion I gave you yesterday, I have a little wound on my palm,” you tugged on the sleeves of your robes.

“Actually, I do, yeah,” he stuck his hand in his pocket and pulled out the half-full vial. “Got detention?”

“No, that’s not it,” you quipped. “I got burned by a coin.”

Harry turned pale, and his eyes widened. “Wha-”

“The coin you gave me, specifically. And,” you showed him your palm as you spoke, “The coin showed today’s date for 12:50pm, right?”

“How did you find out?” He asked, his eyes growing serious.

“It doesn’t take a genius to notice that the dates on a coin change,” you poured the liquid on your palm, silently wincing at the sting.

Harry ran his hand through his hair. “What are you saying?”

“What I’m saying is,” you sighed. “You can either tell me or Umbridge.”

Harry groaned. "I'm confused."

"Well, it’s pretty obvious you’re doing something secretly, so you can tell me, and there's only a less than twenty-five percent probability that Umbridge finds out," you explained, "or you could tell Umbridge and that'll be a one-hundred percent chance of her finding out. But, if I were you," you tossed him back the empty vial, "I'd tell Umbridge because I am a horrible person to trust."

Harry looked at you and sighed. 

"I'm only telling you this because you're one of the smartest people I know and you're just using reverse psychology on me," he whispered. "I've started a club called the Dumbledore's Army where we train ourselves to fight off Death Eaters in case You-Know-Who breaks in the school."

"What?" you asked, "I just meant the coin-"

"Well, I might as well tell you everything because I'm having a nervous breakdown!" he flailed his hands. "We use this to tell the members when the next club meeting is. Every member has one of these."

You looked back at the coin, "That was a great idea, Harry!"

"Well, not much of a secure idea, because you found it out," he laughed. "Anyway, we teach the members how to make their Patronuses, how to disarm the enemy, and how to duel, but we've only come so far, a-and we need a little help," he looked up at you and played with his fingers.

"Harry, why are you telling me this?"

"I'm being honest, I'm working with less than a third of the school and we're still not enough to fight against the Dark Lord. We don't have enough people to teach the first-years, and-"

"You're asking me to join you?" you cut him off.

"Well, yes."

"Harry, I don't believe in doing all this so secretly. Why be so clandestine if Dumbledore supports you?"

"Y/N, we only named this after Dumbledore, he's not the one heading us."

"Then who is? You?"

"Yes."

There was an uncomfortable silence between you two. Harry was anticipating your answer, and you knew you wanted to fight, but Harry's strategy had so many flaws.

You buried your face in your hands and turned back to him with a sigh.

"Harry, don’t worry, I'm going to keep this a secret regardless if I join Dumbledore's Army or not," you assured him. "But I'm going to need some time to weigh the consequences. I-I'll let you know by tomorrow after Potions."

Harry bit his lip and nodded. The two of you turned and walked away until…

"Attention, Y/N L/N, please proceed to the office of Professor Umbridge after lunch."

"Wh-What?" You stammered. "Oh, no."

Harry ran back to you. "Hey, don't worry, if she knew about the D.A. then she would've called me too, wouldn't she?"

You calmed yourself down. “Yeah, yeah, I know.”

Harry rubbed your back sympathetically.  “See you around.”

He left, and you practically ran down the stairs. You burst into the Great Hall, not stopping when you heard Ruth calling after you, until she grabbed you by the shoulders.

"Merlin, Ruth, you scared me!" You cried.

"I scared you?! Y/N, Draco Malfoy has been looking for you everywhere!"

You froze. "Wh-what?"

Ruth suddenly smiled. "He actually talked to me! He asked me where you were, and I said I didn't know, and then he actually told me to have a nice day!" she giggled.

"Ruth, what, why was he looking for me?"

"I don't know, but he actually wanted to talk to you!" she squealed.

"Ruth, what else did he say?"

"I don't know, it doesn't matter-"

"It does matter, Ruth, I'm being called to Umbridge's office!"

She closed her mouth in shock. That was the moment you realized tears were flowing down your face.

"Hey, ssh," she cooed, pulling you into her arms, "don't be scared."

"I-I don't know w-why she-"

"Hey," she pulled back to look at you, "she's not as bad as everyone says. She’s just a teacher, she doesn’t have enough power to do anything!"

"You sure?" you sniffled. 

"Yes, I’m sure! She can’t hurt you, she’s not the bloody Headmaster." she wiped some tears off your cheeks. “Besides, she’ll only get mad if you’re doing something wrong. Now, go eat something before you faint from anxiety.”

You went to sit down before somebody grabbed your other arm.

“Hey- Lester!” You smiled as you saw the familiar freckled face, then realized you had practically left him at the library. “Oh, Merlin, Lester, I’m sorry I left you there-”

“No, don’t mention it, I wasn’t there for a long time anyway,” he brushed it off, then leaned in to whisper. “I just wanted to tell you that the date on the coin changed to tomorrow and the time changed to 14-30.”

“That means two-thirty in the afternoon tomorrow,” you mumbled. “Thanks, Lester.”

He turned around to leave but you stopped him.

“Hey, Lester, Why don’t you sit with me and Ruth?” you offered.

“Oh,” he giddily sat next to Ruth. “Thanks. You must be Ruth Solari.”

“You must be Lester Lawrence,” she smiled, then offered her hand to shake. However, he surprised both of you by bringing the back of her hand to his lips.

“If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it.” He winked at Ruth, who turned cherry-red at his words.

"W-well, let's eat! I'm starving!" she sputtered out as she became more flustered by the moment.

=

You bid goodbye to Ruth and Lester, who became fast friends over the span of forty minutes and decided to have a walk around Hogwarts while conversing.

Which left you in the Hall, eating more fish fillet, dreading the pink room awaiting you.

Lester had given you the coin, and you anxiously fiddled with it as more students left the Hall.

"Okay," you whispered. "Heads, I go to Umbridge now and get it over with. Tails, I wait until the very last moment to go there."

You flipped it in the air, watched as it stopped for a moment and turned back, falling onto the table. You peered at it and-

"L/N," Draco called from the entrance. "Professor Umbridge requests you in her office."

You sighed. You slid the coin back into your pocket and staggered over to him, taking a double glance at the empty hall. He took your arm and the two of you headed for the third floor.

“What’d you do, huh, L/N?” He asked as the two of you waited for the stairs to change.

“I don’t understand,” you shook your head. “Is she mad?”

Draco laughed. “No, she’s in a sprightly mood. It’s just that I had my whole day to myself until she had me pick you up. I’m just wondering why you had to mess up my schedule.” He shrugged. “Maybe because you let me copy off your potion.”

“That was one time, Malfoy, I don’t think I’ll do it again,” you mumbled.

“That’s what the cheaters usually say,” Malfoy laughed.

He swung the classroom door open, then ushered you through the chairs and desks on the way to the door that led to Umbridge’s office.

You were a little relaxed by this time, because you realized that she probably didn’t know a thing about your earlier conversation with Harry. Maybe she just wanted to talk.

As you neared the office, Draco gestured to the door, where Livina was standing with her hands at her side, staring you down with a neutral expression.

However, as you walked ahead of Draco, Livina suddenly grabbed your arm, and leaned in to whisper hoarsely in your ear.

“Don’t drink it.”

You were a little confused until she let you go and as the office door opened, with a grinning Umbridge standing behind the desk, pouring a steamy liquid into a cup.

“Would you like some tea, dear?”

A/N: 

TAGLIST: @slytherin-chaser​

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Ten Duel Commandments Masterlist

SUMMARY

After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you know is right. And you aren't willing to wait for it.

CAST (OC'S)

Y/N L/N as Y/N L/N (Any house besides Slytherin, sorry slytherbabes it’s for the plot)

ELLE FANNING as RUTH SOLARI (Hufflepuff)

THOMAS BRODIE-SANGSTER as LESTER LAWRENCE (Ravenclaw)

FREYA MAVOR as LIVINA ANDERSEN (Slytherin)

CHAPTER 1: Raise A Glass to Freedom: Something They Can Never Take Away

CHAPTER 2: We Are A Powder Keg About To Explode, I Need Someone Like You To Lighten The Load

CHAPTER 3: I Will Send A Fully Armed Battalion To Remind You Of My Love

CHAPTER 4: God Help And Forgive Me, I Wanna Build Something That's Gonna Outlive Me

Ten Duel Commandments Playlist

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TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS: CHAPTER I

SUMMARY:

After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you think is right. And sometimes, you can’t just wait for it.

CHAPTER 1:  RAISE A GLASS TO FREEDOM; SOMETHING THEY WILL NEVER TAKE AWAY

Hogwarts isn’t just what it used to be.

After Dolores Umbridge was hired to be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Hogwarts seemed to lose a big part of its magical charm, now replaced with protocols, prohibitions, and restrictions which took the form of increasing numbers of announcements nailed to the wall every week.

And when there was not much competition between the Hogwarts houses before, now it seemed life was hell if you were anything besides Slytherin. 

To top it all off, no Quidditch, no clubs, no spells.

How ironic would it be to be studying at a magic school without magic?

Hogwarts used to be a place of adventure, of suspense, of wonder.

You'd fight to get that home of yours back.

But for now, in the moment where you didn't have that liberty, you felt absolutely… helpless.

=

You sighed as you opened your Potions book. If anything stayed the same, it was Potions. Everybody hated Professor Snape before but now all of you began to realize that although he took house points from everybody at all possible moments, Snape was literally a saint, a great teacher compared to Umbridge.

You were measuring a half-cup of wormwood when you heard someone calling your name, but as you looked around no one seemed to be paying any mind to you.

Until a folded note landed on your desk.

You picked it up and slid it into your pocket quickly enough for Professor Snape not to notice and went back to gathering the ingredients.

You turned around and caught the eyes of a student just a few seats behind you. It was Draco Malfoy. He was charming, girls flocked around him often, but then he was Umbridge's teacher's pet. Everyone knew better than to mess with him, because that would result in a tea party with Umbridge in her office- except everyone knew it wasn't actually a tea party, and she'd torture whoever it was to the ends of the earth and back for "tormenting a little boy".

The said "little boy's" gaze on you didn't falter as, it seemed, he was trying to copy your process of brewing Wound Cleaning Potion. Normally you'd tell the cheaters off or report them to the teacher, but you decided it was better not to because; 1.) Professor Snape would never believe you, and 2.) you would rather let him copy off you than have a visit to Professor Umbridge's petrifyingly pink little chamber.

You and Draco seemed to finish at the same time, but he put his hand up first.

"Very good work, Mister Malfoy," everyone turned as Professor Snape loomed over Draco's desk, "fifteen points to Slytherin."

He smirked as his fellow Slytherins congratulated him. You raised your hand and Professor Snape went over to you.

"Fairly done work, L/N, but you should have worked harder to finish in quicker time," he said bluntly. "Do better."

You let out a small huff and nodded, and Snape went to the other tables to check on the others' work.

You suddenly remembered the note you had received and fished through your pocket to read it.

Y/N, it read, Let's meet after dinner at the courtyard. If you could come alone we'd appreciate that. Signed, H Dot Potter.

Signed Harry Potter?

You looked at where Harry sat with his friends and although they were busy brewing their potion, they consistently snuck glances at you as they saw you reading their note.

What in the world could they possibly need you for? As far as you knew, Harry was enough of a legend on his own, what more with people like Hermoine Granger and Ron Weasley? But you were flattered that he'd approach you for help, so you decided it wouldn’t hurt to go.

You folded the note and put it back in your pocket just as Professor Snape dismissed all of you. You sighed in relief and rushed to get outside to get away from the smell of all the failed potion brews.

But just as you got out, you ran smack into somebody and tumbled backwards.

It was Draco with some of his friends: Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise Zabini, and the worst girl in history, Livina Andersen, who would intentionally go out of her way to make a fool out of you in every situation possible.

“Watch where you’re going, L/N, some people have somewhere to go,” Liv sneered as she and the boys walked past you.

You rolled your eyes and stood up, not noticing that the silver-haired boy was still there until you heard him speak and jumped a little in surprise.

“Don’t take it personally, Y/N,” he whispered when they were out of earshot. “They’re just pissed at Snape.”

You looked up to meet his gaze and your breath stuttered a little.

Boom.

He looked even better up close, with intelligent eyes that seemed to hold a harmony of emerald-green within them.

But you realized he was talking to you, so you sucked in a breath and dragged your eyes to the floor.

“Ho-How do you know my name?”

“How could I not? You're my schoolmate.” He shrugged, then the two of you moved out of the way when students began to file out of the room.

"Can I walk you to the hall for dinner?" He asked.

"It's alright, I don't want to put you through the trouble, Malfoy, you must be busy," you shook your head, still staring at the floor, and went to walk around him.

His hand shot out and lightly grabbed your wrist, and you looked back again in surprise.

"Thanks for letting me copy," he winked, then let go of your arm. You looked back at him one last time before timidly scurrying away.

=

"So I heard you succeeded in brewing Wound-Cleaning Potion?" Ruth, your best friend, asked as she swirled her tea around before sipping.

"Yes, but Professor Snape checked Malfoy's potion first. He told me to do better," you mocked Snape with a stern face and a forced monotone squeak.

"Snape doesn't have the right! And someone saw Draco Malfoy copying off your potion!"

You looked up, your spoon of mashed potatoes halfway to your mouth.

"Who?" you asked.

"Lester Law," Ruth said as she nodded her head to a Ravenclaw boy on the other side of the hall. He was your age, with blonde ruffled curls, sitting by himself with his nose buried in a book.

"Isn't that the boy who fell asleep in the library last year and woke up at 2 in the morning?" you laughed.

"Yes," Ruth gave you a playful glare, then laughed. "He's the smartest boy I've ever known, but he doesn't do anything besides reading and writing like he's running out of time, that's why he's the favorite doormat of students of the I.S. like Livina Andersen."

You drank a glass of water to clear your throat as you remembered something. "Oh, and then Draco Malfoy talked to me after class."

Ruth gasped and leaned in closer. "He did not!"

"He did! He said he wanted to walk me here, and I said no thank you-."

She gasped again. "You said no thank you?"

"...Yes, what's with that?"

"Do you know how many girls in the entire school want to talk to him?"

"No," you shrugged.

"He's literally the one approaching you! I'll bet my pockets everyone will try to ask you about Malfoy tomorrow," she flailed her arms in exaggeration.

"Yeah? Well, don't count on it." You tapped on the table, then turned to look at the door.

"Oh, Ruth, I have to go," you stood up and grabbed your bag. "Harry Potter wants to talk to me."

"Ha-Harry Potter?!" She cried in excitement, then stood up, knocking over some plates, garnering the attention of most of the other students. "The most wanted boy from Gryffindor wants to talk to you! How are you not nervous-"

You grabbed her shoulders. "I am nervous, Ruth! So I better get there on time," you whispered.

Ruth nodded, then the two of you squealed with joy.

"Remember, just stay calm, try not to get nervous, but that’s almost impossible because he's so cute,” she giggled. “But I’m just saying if you really love me, you would share him."

“Ha!”

=

You looked around at the courtyard, then sat down at one of the benches waiting for Harry to arrive.

Turns out he was already there.

You felt a cloth being put over you and tried to wrestle away, but you turned to look at whoever it was and-

"Harry? What are you doing?"

"Ssh," he said, then pointed to some Inquisitorial Squad members patrolling the grounds. At first, they seemed to look in your direction but shrugged and turned away, walking back towards their dormitories.

"They can't see us," he whispered. "This is an Invisibility Cloak. It previously belonged to my father, but Professor Dumbledore gave it to me and told me to use it for good."

"Oh, wow," you sighed. "Why-Why'd you ask me to meet you, and why does it have to be so secret?"

He laughed as he realized that the two of you were sitting at a bench and huddling under an Invisibility Cloak.

"Do you still have that vial of Wound-Cleansing you brewed?"

“Yes, I do, I don’t even know what I’m going to use it for.”

“Well, ca-can I buy it? How much do you want?”

“Buy it? Well, how much is this thing worth?” You asked.

“Well, I’d say two galleons,” He fished in his pocket and gave you a coin. As you took the money, you took a second to glance at his wrist, and, true to what you expected, the words "I must not disrespect my superiors" was scrawled on his skin, leaving red marks of blood.

“Got detention from Umbridge again?” You asked, and he laughed.

“Oh, yes I did.”

“Is that why you need this?” you said as you handed him the vial. He nodded.

“I can’t thank you enough for this, Y/N,” he looked around to check if anyone was watching, and he guided you to stand up as he took the cloak off you, then proceeded to wrap it around himself. "I have a lot of things to do and this might ease the pain."

"Don't mention it,"

“See you around,” he whispered, then you heard the light shuffling of foot steps, signifying he was walking away.

You whirled around and proceeded back to your common room, with the coin in your hand and-

“Ow!” You cried, then shook your wrist to calm the searing pain. You bent down to pick up the money you dropped. Something had just burned your hand.

Was it the coin?

=

You pressed the ice harder on your palm as you walked to the library, with the coin in your pocket. After you fell asleep that night holding it, you were jolted awake by another burning sensation on your palm. You thought it was something else, but then it happened again at lunch, and you blew a gasket and wondered what kind of bloody hex was placed on the coin.

You stormed into the library and headed for the section about hexes and joke items, but the book you were looking for seemed to be taken by someone else.

Just at that moment, the bloody coin scalded your hand and you yelped, then let out a small whine of frustration. 

But you were shushed by some people in the library, and you sighed and mumbled an apology.

"Looking for a book?" Someone chirped from behind you. "It can get really disappointing when ya' can't find it."

You turned around and saw the boy Ruth was talking about at dinner yesterday.

"A-are you Lester Law?" you asked.

"Lester Lawrence, actually, but you can call me Lester," he gave a toothy grin.

You held your hand out. "I'm Y/N L/N, do you know the book Hex-Spotting for Beginners? I need it for… research purposes?" you unsurely laughed.

He grinned even wider and held up the copy of the book you were looking for.

"Oh," you frowned, "I'm sorry, I'll use it another time-" 

"No, no worries, you can use it now."

You took the book from him, but thought about it.

"What can you tell me about this coin?" You handed the coin to him.

"Oh, well, it's a galleon, made in the year 1923 on November 16 -oh, that was yesterday!- and… that's pretty much all I can see-"

He suddenly hissed in pain and dropped the coin, shaking his hand in the air.

"What was that?" He cried. "Oh, golly, that hurt! Bad coin!"

"That's what I was wondering, it kept scalding my palm," you scurried to pick up the coin, but took another good look at it and stopped.

"Lester, what did you say the year was?"

"Uhh… 1923," he blew on his hand.

"The… The date's changed."

"What?" He moved beside you to look at the coin.

"Look, it says 1250 now," he observed, "And the date changed to November 17! That's today! Is-Is that a code for something?"

"It must be a time and date," you wondered. "12:50 pm."

"But what about 1923?" he asked. "There's only twe-"

"No, this must be 24-hour time," you realized. "Five, six, seven- this must be seven twenty-three in the evening!"

"You are a genius, L/N," he gaped.

"No, whoever made this is a ge- Wait."

Lester took the coin. "Something wrong?"

"Harry Potter gave me this coin," you mumbled.

"You actually met Harry Potter? Wow, you must have a real nice lucky star-"

"Lester, do you think Harry's up to something?"

He pondered on it for a moment, then shrugged.

You looked back at the book, then at the coin, and sighed. "This might get me in trouble, but it would be great if I found out what Harry's been up to. Would you mind if you could find out what kind of hex he placed on that coin?"

"For research purposes?" He winked and you both broke out in laughter. You stood up and grabbed your bag.

"I’ll find that hex. Go get the Potter, Y/N," he cheered loudly, though he clamped his mouth shut after three or four students shushed him.

Then you waved and started for the door.

“Meanwhile, I am going to find out who Harry’s little date is.”

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Teaser to my upcoming chaptered fic

𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕠𝕣? 

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Trip To Hogsmeade

Draco Malfoy x Shy!Reader

Summary: Draco tries to impress you when the two of you become partners on the trip to Hogsmeade, but exactly how will it turn out?

“Alright, third-years, gather round, there are a few reminders before we start your first trip to Hogsmeade,” A prefect clapped her hands to get your attention before you left Hogwarts. “We have a few changes so that none of us go wandering around and getting into… accidents.”

Draco worked his way through the crowd of students looking for you, Y/N L/N, the person he really wanted to go to Hogsmeade with.

He twisted and turned through the groups of students, until he caught a glimpse of your hair from behind.

“In order not to have any cases of lost students, each of you must have a partner.”

Everyone cheered at this, but to you it meant looking for a complete stranger to be partners with, because your best friend, Toni was sick and couldn’t come.

Draco smiled unwittingly as he saw you, but before he could start walking, a hand grabbed his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes and swatted the hand away.

“Excuse m- Pansy?” His expression changed.

She was staring at him with a knowing expression.

“You’re going to ask her to Hogsmeade, aren’t you?”

“Wha- What are you talking about-”

He stopped when Pansy raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying it.

“Alright, yes I am,” he grumbled.

“So, you do like Y/N L/N,” Marcus peeked from behind Pansy.

Draco stopped, then stuttered, then groaned and flailed his hands.

“Alright, yes! I like her! How about instead of teasing me, you actually help a chap out? Care to give some advice?”

“Well, I know for a fact that girls like surprises,” Marcus winked.

“Appreciated,” Draco turned around and walked away, leaving Pansy and Marcus together.

“You shouldn’t have told him that, Marcus.”

“Yes, I know. I shouldn’t have told him that,” he buried his face in his hands.

=

While students buzzed here and there looking for their friends, you awkwardly stood by one side. You almost decided to just go on your own until someone made his way toward you.

White hair, Dark-green clothes, and a manipulative smirk?

You must be Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin heartthrob.

“You.” He pointed as he made his way toward you faster.

“M-Me?” You looked around.

“Yes, you,” he rolled his eyes, then stopped about four feet away from you. “Am I right to assume you don’t have a partner yet?”

You huffed bitterly. “Well, aren’t you the biggest genius on Earth,” you looked away.

“If you’d stop being sarcastic,” he snapped in front of your face, “you’ve already got one.”

You looked back up at him, furrowing your eyebrows. “Who?”

He sighed loudly, then gestured towards himself, smiling. “Me! Surprise!”

“You?”

“Well, I’ve got no one, you’ve got no one, so…” he waved his hands around.

“You could have asked more properly, but alright,” you walked over to his side.

“Then it’s bloody settled! Let’s go to Hogsmeade!” he held his arm out for you to take and the both of you started for the carriages, Draco with a successful grin and you with a confused look on your face.

=

For the first part of the ride to Hogsmeade, neither of you said a word to the other, because you were still so confused about why Draco chose you, and Draco was anxiously thinking about a good way to start a conversation.

“Psst.”

Draco whirled around, and saw two students behind him, their faces covered with their newspapers.

The first student put their newspaper down.

“Pansy?” he whispered. “Were you watching us this entire time?”

The second person put their newspaper down too.

“You too, Marcus? What, are you two going into the spy business?”

Marcus snorted. “You wish, we’re only here to tell you you’re doing it all wrong.”

“What gives you the right to judge?” Draco sneered. “I bet you’ve never even asked a girl to Hogsmeade.”

“He asked me,” Pansy replied. “Besides, has Y/N even talked to you?”

“She has! She called me the biggest genius on Earth!”

“It was sarcastic, Draco.”

Draco stopped.

“I-It was?”

“Draco, she won’t like you if you’re being a sarcastic plonker,” Marcus rolled his eyes. “Be kind.”

Pansy laughed. “Oh, I’d love to see Draco Malfoy, cheeky little bastard of Slytherin, trying to be kind.”

Draco smirked. “Oh, yeah? Try me.”

He turned back around and looked back at you, wiping his sweaty palms on his trousers.

Great, he thought. I still don’t know how to start.

Marcus went back to reading The Daily Prophet, but Pansy swatted it away.

“What?” Marcus turned to her.

“I want to see how this ends,” she said, leaning a little forward in her seat as you turned in your seat to face Draco.

“Were you going to ask me something?”

Draco opened his mouth, trying to think of something, then closed his mouth again. “I-I forgot what I was thinking about, sorry.”

“Oh,” you laughed, “happens all the time, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he turned even more towards you. “Anyway, what do you wanna talk about, Y/N?”

“Oh, um, I don’t know,” you scratched the back of your neck, looking anywhere but at him. “How’s your studies?”

“Ah, well, I enjoy it,” Draco replied.

Marcus snickered into his sleeve, while Pansy blinked unbelievingly.

“Did he just say he enjoyed it?” she asked.

Draco realized how fake that sounded, and internally kicked himself for that. “Well, I don’t actually enjoy it, I mean, I hate studying, but it’s bearable,” he rambled.

You laughed and nodded, then turned back to the rolling fields.

Draco buried his face in his hands and turned behind him.

“I almost died listening to your conversation, Draco,” Pansy said as she filed her nails.

“You had to make it straight to the point, didn’t you?” Draco hissed. “Do you two have any other good ideas, or are you just here to gloat?”

“Well, what’s the one thing that’s good about you that no matter how much of a bloody git you are everyone tries to suck you up?” Marcus asked.

“I’m… good-looking?” Draco gestured to his face.

“No, you idiot, you’re rich!” Marcus cried. “That’s why everyone calls you the spoiled brat of Slytherin!”

“…They do?” Draco tilted his head to the side, offended.

Pansy pushed Marcus’s face out of the way.

“That’s not the point! You have literally more money in your hands than what both my parents make in a month!” she explained. “Buy her candy from Honeydukes or something!”

She yelped in surprise when Draco suddenly snapped his fingers.

“Of course! Girls love gifts! Thanks, Pansy, see you!”

=

The minute the carriage stopped, Draco took your hand and helped you out.

“Where do you want to go?” Draco asked as the two of you strolled down the street.

“Y-You’re asking me?” You looked up at him. “I don’t know, how about Honeydukes?”

“Sure,” he led you into the candy shop.

Your smile grew wider at all the kinds of candy shelved in the tiny store.

“Wow, I feel like Willy Wonka!”

Draco snorted. “What kind of a name is that?”

“Oh,” you laughed. “Willy Wonka’s not a real person, he’s a fictional character. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, have you ever heard of it?”

He shook his head.

“He owns this huge candy factory with all kinds of sweets,” you wistfully recalled, staring “This feels just like it.”

As you looked around at the assorted candies, Draco was anxiously buzzing through the shop deciding on what to buy you.

You were looking at a heap of candy apple lollipops when Draco tapped you on the shoulder.

He was carrying seventeen boxes of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

“D-Draco?” You gasped. “Hey, I’ll help you! Why are you buying these many boxes?”

He shoved it all into a basket, getting the attention of nearly everyone in the shop.

“I’m buying it for you,” he grinned, and some people were whispering, asking each other who “Draco’s Lucky Girl” was.

“Oh! Well, thanks, but why seventeen boxes?”

“Well, if you buy only a few, it’ll just be Bertie Bott’s Several Flavor Beans.”

“I-I don’t actually need seventeen boxes of these, I’ll never be able to finish them! I’ll just take one.”

“Oh, oka- One?” Draco looked at you, perplexed.

“We-well, actually not one, I’ll buy another for Toni!” You plucked another box and returned the rest to the shelf. “And just a mango starburst and a sherbet lemon-”

“Wait, wait, wait. You come to Hogsmeade for the first time and you only buy these?”

“Well, there’s plenty of food at Hogwarts and I don’t eat much-”

He cut you off.

“I’m getting you one of everything.”

“I couldn’t possibly pay for all that- wait, you’re getting me one of everything?”

“Yes! Didn’t you hear me?” He walked past you, taking every kind of candy he saw.

“I-I… Well, thank you?” You muttered as he came back with three baskets, then led you to the counter. You looked around and saw some of your schoolmates, some staring at the two of you in wonder and curiosity and some others giving you grins. Others drooled at the amount of candy you had in your hands… for free!

=

Fifty minutes later, after the grueling process of packaging the candy from Honeydukes, Draco was grinning like a boy on Christmas Day as he faced Pansy and Marcus, who were behind them at the line at The Three Broomsticks.

"This is the first time I've ever spent money on anyone besides myself, just so you know," he smirked as he wiped off the sweat on his forehead. "I feel great! What do you think?"

Pansy shared an uneasy glance with Marcus before she sighed and held Draco by the arms, whispering.

"Um, We hate to burst your bubble, Malfoy, but you're doing a terrible job."

Draco stared at her in confusion, then laughed nervously. "You're kidding, right?"

"She's right, Malfoy," Marcus hesitated. "You've been pulling Y/N like a poor puppy on a leash for the past two hours."

"Malfoy, you've got to let her do what she wants," Pansy explained. "We told you to spoil her, not to force her to buy everything. She never wanted seventeen boxes of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans! I mean, did you even ask?"

Malfoy chewed on his bottom lip. "Well, I guess you're right for once, Parkinson," he mumbled.

"Hey, man up, Malfoy," Pansy ruffled Draco's hair. "Besides, I found out from her friend Toni that she likes you too."

Malfoy looked up and grinned. "She does?"

Pansy cut him off. "Wait, before you go buy her the whole Hogsmeade to proclaim your love for her, remember she's still the shyest girl in Hogwarts," she warned.

"Alright," Draco nodded, then turned to check his wallet.

"That's the spirit, Malfoy!" Marcus cheered, then turned to Pansy and lowered his voice to a whisper. "How'd you get Toni Yorkshire to tell you Y/N liked Draco?"

"I made truth potion and snuck it in her food," Pansy winked. "Then I asked her about it and she sang like a bloody bird."

"Is that why she's absent today?"

"Ask me no questions, I'll tell you no lies, Flint."

=

Draco mulled over their words, until he felt your light tap on his shoulder.

"Draco?" you called.

"Yeah?"

"It's our turn."

"Oh, it's our turn," he placed a hand on your back and guided you to the front. "One Gillywater with candy ice and..." he turned to you. "What'll you be getting, darling?"

Trying to hide your surprise at the nickname, you cleared your throat awkwardly and looked down at the floor. "A-A butterbeer, please. With a just a splash of milk, thanks."

"Alright, dears," the woman at the counter wrote down your orders, "a Gillywater on the ice and a butterbeer with milk for the happy couple," she winked at you.

The happy what?

You sputtered and let out a nervous laugh.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but we're not dating."

"Yet," Draco laughed.

"W-What?" You turned to him with a red face.

The woman chuckled at your reaction.

"Why don't you two go find a place to sit?" she asked cheerily. "We'll bring your drinks over."

You nodded shyly and thanked her. But as you were about to take your wallet out, but Draco put a hand over yours.

"This one's on me," he smirked as he went through his own wallet, then handed a wad of money to the woman. "Go find us a table, Y/N."

You blushed even harder, smiled, and thanked him and the woman one last time before scurrying away to find a table.

The woman watched Draco as he gazed at you.

"You've got it bad for the lass, haven't you, Mister Malfoy?" she smiled as she pulled two mugs from the shelf behind the counter.

"No I haven't," he rolled his eyes.

"Sure you don't, sir," she poured their drinks. "I've seen that look on many a young lad in my days, I know a lovesick boy when I see one."

"Well, congratulations," Draco huffed. "Maybe I do."

"Listen 'ere, 'sonny," the woman placed their drinks on a tray as she spoke, "If I were you, I'd keep in mind that the best way to a lady's heart is... through her heart."

Draco tilted his head in confusion. "I-I don't understand."

"You don't actually make her fall for you by changing anything about yourself, or buying 'er expensive things, the more important things are being a gent to her and letting her be who she is."

Draco nodded his head at her words.

"Thank you Ma'am, I better be going back to my girl," he took the drinks and went around to find you, but turned around to face her. "If things go well, I'll let you know!"

=

"Here you go, Y/N, your butterbeer with extra milk and a Gillywater for me," he placed the tray down at your table.

"I can't thank you enough for everything you've done for me, Malfoy," you smiled.

"It's nothing, really," he replied as he sat down.

He stared at you as you sipped your butterbeer and looked back up at him with foam on the sides of your lips, and he chuckled at how adorable you looked.

"What?" you laughed. "Do I have butterbeer on my mouth?"

He shook his head and smiled. "It's just... no, it's..."

"I do, don't I?" You laughed as you wiped your lips on the back of your hand. He laughed even harder because the foam didn't come off.

"Let me get it," he took the end of his scarf, leaned in, and pressed it to your lips.

The both of you had blushed positively cherry-red by the time he sat back down.

You mumbled a thanks and drank more butterbeer, shyly avoiding his gaze, and he took his mug of Gillywater, downing half of it in a second.

When he put his mug down, he took a deep breath and looked back up at you.

"Listen, Y/N," he started.

You looked up at him, and he continued.

"I'm really sorry if I was too much for you to handle today. I mean," he took a breath to steady himself, "I was kind of rude at the start of the trip, then I suddenly went quiet, then I went ahead and did… you know… the thing with the Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans.."

"It's alright, Draco," you reassured him. "Besides, it was kind of fun to see this new side to you even just for a day."

"That's the thing, Y/N," he took your hand in his. "I... don't want this to be just for a day. I really like you, and maybe we could spend more time together… please?" He wasn't sure if it was a question or a sentence. He looked back up at you again, waiting for your answer.

You only stared at him, and his smile dropped until you exhaled lightly, then gave a warm smile.

"I'd love to! That would be great!"

"You would?" he asked. "You really positively would?"

You nodded, and he smiled wider than before as the two of you began to talk freely, laughing as the you told each other stories and talked about life besides school.

When your prefects told you it was fifteen minutes before you would return to Hogwarts, the two of you stood up and returned the mugs to the woman at the counter.

"I'm assuming it went well, Mister Malfoy," she smirked as she took the mugs from your hands. "I hope your first official date will be back here at The Three Broomsticks."

"Oh, I don't know when we'll be able to go back here," you frowned, but smiled after. "But we’ll definitely come back!"

She smiled back, then leaned in to whisper to you. "He's a nice young fellow, dear, don't let him go that easily."

You were startled, but laughed.

"I'll keep that in mind, Ma'am."

=

The two of you made your way to the carriages, and the two of you sat by the end, where you noticed two students with their faces covered by their newspapers.

Draco rolled his eyes, then said, "Alright, you can stop spying on us now."

The two put their newspapers down and laughed nervously.

“This is Pansy Parkinson and Marcus Flint,” he smiled, then shot a glare at them. “They’ve been spying on us even before we left Hogwarts.”

“We weren’t spying on you, we were just making sure the two of you had a nice day!” Pansy gasped dramatically. “Right, Marcus?”

“I’m not exactly sure,” Marcus laughed. “Anyway, would you like to join us for dinner?”

Pansy leaned forward. “We’d love to hear about your day.”

“Oh, I don’t think you would, I bet you already know all about it.” Draco joked.

The rest of the ride was spent in a jolly atmosphere, you with Draco and your newfound friends, talking and laughing, eating sweets and planning on your next trip to Hogsmeade, which you hope would be very soon.

[color-me-malfoy]

Your First Apparition

Summary: You make your first attempt at apparition and it brings you to Draco Malfoy at the worst possible moment... while he’s showering.

 “This is a horrible idea, Leesy,” you whined as she wiped the sweat away from your face.

“It’s not! Believe me, apparition is the easiest! You just have to think of where you want to go and just… apparate!” She waved her hands in the air.

“But-”

“Trust me, I’m your prefect, I’m the best person to come to about apparition. And I’m glad you came to me about this, because if you suddenly can’t apparate back here, I can apparate to you. You can also apparate to where a person is if you think of them, you know.”

A shrill squeaky voice made both of you roll your eyes as Pansy strutted over to you.

“You can apparate to a person? Well, we all know who you’d like to apparate to, L/N.” she sneered. Ever since she found out you were secretly crushing on Draco Malfoy she made it her personal goal to use it against you in every way she could.

“Pansy, please, just once, shut your mouth,” Leesy turned to her. “Just watch, but don’t say anything.”

“Why do you even need to learn how to apparate?” Pansy asked.

“She needs it for her Junior Auror’s Independent Study Strand,” Leesy said. “She needs to know how to apparate.”

Leesy turned to you again.

“Think of where you want to go. You’d want your first apparition to be a memorable experience, wouldn’t you?”

You thought for a moment.

“Leesy, where did you first go when you first apparated?”

“Niagara Falls,” she replied.

“I’ll go there too,” you smiled.

“Perfect!” She clapped her hands excitedly, then stepped back.

“Alright, just close your eyes, then think of Niagara, then just try not to lose focus.”

“I won’t,” you spread your feet wider, then closed your eyes.

Niagara Falls. Focus.

Pansy laughed. “She won’t lose focus, Leesy, she’s reeeeally motivated right now.”

“Pansy, shut up!” You cried.

Niagara Falls.

“Y/N, focus.”

“Draco’s looking at you!”

“No, he’s not, Y/N, she’s trying to distract you!”

Niagara Falls. Niagara Falls. Think of Niagara Falls.

“Y/N! Draco likes you too!”

Nia- Wait, what?

You suddenly felt a surge of energy, then you took in a deep breath as your ears began to pound and you felt the air pressing in on you. You kept your eyes shut until you heard the sound of water and realized you had successfully apparated for the very first ti-

Wait.

Your eyes snapped open.

This wasn’t Niagara Falls, this was a bathroom-

You turned around, coming face-to-face with a soap-slathered, showering, and confused Draco Malfoy.

Oh, and did I mention he was naked?

“Draco?” You shrieked. “Oh, God, I’m not looking!”

You kept your eyes on his to keep from seeing… other stuff.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

“What am I doing here? I’m taking a shower, genius, what are you doing here?” he yelled back as he went on to shower as if a girl hadn’t just apparated next to him. “How did you even get in the prefects’ bathroom?”

“This is the prefect’s bathroom?!” you panicked. “Oh, Merlin, I’m not a prefect, I’ll lose a dozen house points if I get caught! Leesy’ll be furious! I-I never should’ve-”

Draco slaps his hand over your mouth, just as you hear the bathroom door open and someone steps inside. You stare at him mutely, your eyes asking what the bloody hell he’s doing.

He turns on the showerhead with his other hand, the sound of the water drowning out the other noises.

“You’ll only get in trouble if you get caught,” he whispered. “Besides, I must say you’re being kind of respectful, not letting your eyes…” he smirked and quirked an eyebrow, “linger elsewhere.”

“Dra-Draco, don’t say that!” You whispered back. “It was an accident, I swear, I meant to apparate to Niagara Falls -” You stuttered. “Merlin, do you have a spare towel-”

You turned to face the towel rod, but he grabbed the towel first.

“I’m the one who’s naked,” he retorted, “you’re fully clothed.”

The two of you were silent until you heard the person leave the bathroom, then Draco flung the towel around himself and turned off the shower.

“W-well, I- my robes are getting soaked,” you frowned, turning away from him to let him change. “This never would’ve happened if Pansy hadn’t joked that you-”

“That I what?” he spun you around by the shoulders.

“N-nothing, never mind, I should get out already-”

He pushed you against the shower wall roughly, his face inches away from yours.

“You’re not going to be able to leave until a Prefect does,” he whispered. “Which mean you’re staying here until I get my answer.”

You stared at him with wide eyes, until he repeated his question.

“What did Pansy say about me?”

You took in a shaky breath.

“Pansy said that you like me,” you admitted. “But of course you don’t, I know she was joking…”

You looked down.

“W-was she? Because I wouldn’t mind if you d-did, but if you don’t, I-”

He cut you off by smashing his lips to yours.

You toes curled in surprise, but you melted into it as you took the liberty to hold him closer by the neck as he held you by the waist. You sighed into his mouth, and he smirked, then pressed your back further into the wall.

When you broke apart, you stared at him for a while until you gasped and realized-

“Pansy wasn’t joking,” he chuckled at your reaction. “I really do like you, and I’ve wanted to kiss you ever since you apparated while I was taking a bath.”

You laughed. “By accident.”

You pulled him close to hug him, until you pulled away again at the sound of the door opening.

“Leesy?” You cried.

She started towards you, then stopped, saw you in Draco’s arms.

“So… I guess you guys snogged in the shower?” She smirked.

“N-No we didn’t!”

“I was showering when she appeared,” Draco explained, shrugging.

“Well,” she laughed. “At least we know you know how to apparate!”

You laughed, but the sound came out as a loud exhale of breath as Draco buried his nose in your neck. “And at least it was memorable.”

“Oh, God, I can’t wait ‘till you have to write that down in your Junior Auror resume.”

“LEESY!”