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Five Seconds (Draco L. Malfoy) One Shot

In five seconds, a plethora of experiences and memories can be created. In just five seconds, decisions can be made, choices can be changed, and feelings can create. Your eyes burned through tired, sagging skin. Up early in the mornings to attend a list of classes only to go to bed late at night; your routine for seven years. 

Routines become engraved in us, more than just a comforting process to get through the days but a part of our bodies. Like clockwork, you gather your books from the rotting, wooden desk of your last class for the day, a hoard of bodies trying to push their way out the door.

Your stomach growled for dinner and your mind craved rest. The halls were packed with equally tired students lingering for their friends, or simply hanging out and catching up. 

You enjoyed your silence, a personal prance to the Great Hall, watching the world around you unfold as if your body was separate from it all. Feeling foreign and alienated at the end of the day wasn’t as bad as one may think. Sometimes you needed that concealed comfort. Sometimes you needed to unwind by watching everyone else live their life while you breezed past them. 

And like clockwork, as you walked down the long corridor lit by old candles stuck to rusted holders, your eyes locked with the coldest thing in the warm atmosphere. Gray eyes burned through numerous bodies, purposefully spotting yours out of the crowd, as if you were the only one in the room. As if your body was on a timer, your breath would involuntarily hitch and your heart would pound wildly against your chest. 

His gray eyes would smolder, a light smirk tracing his cracked, blood-stained lips. His symmetrical face, a God standing out against mortals, entranced you. Draco Malfoy was your physical form of amortentia. 

His dark green tie contrasted his translucent skin, his black cloak adding to the scheme of colors. He didn’t even need to try to stand out, he just did. As he approached closer to you, your body pulsed in a pattern, a vibration numbing your skin.

It was as if the concept of time simply no longer existed an everything slowed. The flicker of the candles remained still, the laughter of your fellow classmates began to tone out, and your body moved without your mind telling it to. 

Your shoulders brushed up against his, sending minuscule electric shocks to your brain, reminding you that you are just a simple human compared to this supernatural being. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear him chuckle, a sweet tone to bless your ears. 

Within those five seconds, of every day of every week, you’re reminded of your sappy crush on the notorious Draco Malfoy.

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Five Seconds (Draco L. Malfoy) One Shot

In five seconds, a plethora of experiences and memories can be created. In just five seconds, decisions can be made, choices can be changed, and feelings can create. Your eyes burned through tired, sagging skin. Up early in the mornings to attend a list of classes only to go to bed late at night; your routine for seven years. 

Routines become engraved in us, more than just a comforting process to get through the days but a part of our bodies. Like clockwork, you gather your books from the rotting, wooden desk of your last class for the day, a hoard of bodies trying to push their way out the door.

Your stomach growled for dinner and your mind craved rest. The halls were packed with equally tired students lingering for their friends, or simply hanging out and catching up. 

You enjoyed your silence, a personal prance to the Great Hall, watching the world around you unfold as if your body was separate from it all. Feeling foreign and alienated at the end of the day wasn't as bad as one may think. Sometimes you needed that concealed comfort. Sometimes you needed to unwind by watching everyone else live their life while you breezed past them. 

And like clockwork, as you walked down the long corridor lit by old candles stuck to rusted holders, your eyes locked with the coldest thing in the warm atmosphere. Gray eyes burned through numerous bodies, purposefully spotting yours out of the crowd, as if you were the only one in the room. As if your body was on a timer, your breath would involuntarily hitch and your heart would pound wildly against your chest. 

His gray eyes would smolder, a light smirk tracing his cracked, blood-stained lips. His symmetrical face, a God standing out against mortals, entranced you. Draco Malfoy was your physical form of amortentia. 

His dark green tie contrasted his translucent skin, his black cloak adding to the scheme of colors. He didn't even need to try to stand out, he just did. As he approached closer to you, your body pulsed in a pattern, a vibration numbing your skin.

It was as if the concept of time simply no longer existed an everything slowed. The flicker of the candles remained still, the laughter of your fellow classmates began to tone out, and your body moved without your mind telling it to. 

Your shoulders brushed up against his, sending minuscule electric shocks to your brain, reminding you that you are just a simple human compared to this supernatural being. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear him chuckle, a sweet tone to bless your ears. 

Within those five seconds, of every day of every week, you're reminded of your sappy crush on the notorious Draco Malfoy.

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hi! i wanted to request headcanons of what if would be like dating draco malfoy?

Draco would always say he isn't a protective boyfriend when in reality he could punch anyone who looks at you the wrong way. He'd wear a lot more rings to 'show off' when in reality, if he needed to swing his fist into someone's jaw, his rings would be of great use. Draco would spoil you and then get mad when you get mad at him for spoiling you: "Draco, stop. Seriously, it's all too much-"

"Don't be ridiculous, darling. It's my money and I can spend it how I would like. Now shut your mouth and put this necklace on." He would take you anywhere but the manor. He'd rather spend time with you in a place that's relaxing rather than his childhood home. It'll take him courage and willpower to bring you home one day, even if it's just for an hour or so. He'd make you wear Slytherin merch, regardless of your House. He'd make sure that everyone knows you're always on his side, even if it sounds selfish.

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Albus Dumbledore + Minevra McGonagall imagines

Hi!

I really enjoy your blog!

Could I please request some Albus Dumbledore/reader imagines and some Minerva/reader imagines please?

Hope you have a really good day/evening 😊

- Anonymous

"You're thinking of becoming what?" You asked, slightly scoffing.

Albus Dumbledore turned to you, a thick cigar dangling between his lips. His blue eyes were tired, glassy. Yet, so bright. Even in the darkest of corners where shadows constantly lurked, he brightened the room.

"Becoming Headmaster. It's a better deal than becoming Minister. I couldn't imagine that," He chuckled, puffing out a large cloud of smoke.

You sighed, walking over to him and sitting on his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck, bumping your nose with his. Even though you despised his smoking addiction, he looked quite good with his cigar between his fingers.

"If that means the pay is better than being a Transfiguration professor . . ." You teased, a squeal escaping your mouth as Albus began to poke your sides.

--

"He was a good man!" Albus shouted, gasps of students crowding around.

You watched in horror as Albus threw himself onto one of his peers, Gryffindor ties and robes rustling on the floor of the Hogwarts halls.

"Don't ever talk about my father like that! You don't know him, you don't know about his life!" Albus shouted, growls and grunts escaping his throat.

Albus and his opponent wrestled with each other, students watching in amazement as they fought. Your eyes were glued to the scene before you, your heart in the pit of your stomach. You hated this, you despised it and yet, a part of you felt like if you tried to break their fight up, Albus would end up hating you.

Talk and whispers of Albus's personal life was growing worse as he got older and he couldn't take the pain anymore. It was like Albus was waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. And he finally got his say.

--

"A concussion, a couple of broken ribs. . . . and the win going to the Slytherins" a nurse tutted as she bandaged Minevra's body.

You stared at your girlfriend, heart wildly racing at the thought of her never being able to play Quidditch again. She was exceptionally talented. She had many natural gifts but playing for her House was one of her better ones. She knew how to manipulate the game perfectly. She was a great broom rider.

"I'll be fine, for the love of Merlin, you need to stop worrying!" Minerva said. Her hair was stacked with leaves and branches and dirt scrapped her nose. Her voice was raspy from screaming and hid a twinge of pain.

You shook your head, reaching out and lightly touching her thigh.

"You need to stop being such a damn over-achiever," You half-heartedly joked.

Minerva only smiled at you, wincing when the nurse touched a forming bruise on her ribcage.

"Never," she said.

--

"And what if I'm not!?" Minerva screamed, tears staining her cheeks.

Your breath faltered, your mind racing. Out of your seven years of knowing Minerva, not once have you seen her break down before. Not like this.

Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun, her face splotchy, and red. Her sadness was like a physical representation of heartbreak. You couldn't bear to look at her without your heart shattering as well.

"You will, darling," You whispered, taking a step closer to her.

"You're the brightest witch of our age. There's no doubt that you'll be successful; you already are. You're going to move mountains and change lives, my love. You already have."

You took another step closer to her, a hand reaching out for comfort. After a few silent seconds, she finally complied and gave in. She sank into your arms, burying her head in your chest.

You hugged her tightly, letting her know that you'll always be there for her.

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What It's Like to Date Harry Potter: A Series in Pictures

We'll put it down to fate I said a thousand million things That I could never say this morning Got too deep, but how deep is too deep? - From Ritz to Rubble by the Arctic Monkeys

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Anonymous asked: Oh my goodness! I just found your blog and I am in love 😍 could you please do some fluffy Albus things for requests? Thank you so much for all the hard work you put into your blog 😍 I hope you have the best week 😍🌟 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Al, I'm nervous!" You whined, standing outside the front door of his home.

A small, quaint cottage resided in front of you. Ivy leaves grew against a white-washed wooden pergola, slowly attaching itself to the gray brick walls of the home. Sitting in an open field full of small, dainty flowers, was the home of your boyfriend, Albus Potter.

The summer air lightly danced through your sundress, the evening sky slowly breaking through the day. The sunset was turning from a fiery red to soft pink as the evening grew on. In theory, you would’ve loved to spend an evening in a place like this.

Everything looked calm as if time stopped. However, the last thing you were feeling was any sense of tranquility. Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, your palms sweaty as you grasped a bouquet of flowers in your hands.

Al chuckled, kissing your temple and rubbing your back, trying to soothe you.

“They already love you. There’s no need to be nervous, especially around them” Al said in a soft whisper.

His nose touched the tip of yours, trying to make you smile. Your frown only deepend more, a sick feeling growing in the pit of your stomach.

“I’m meeting your parents, Al. And not just any parents, I’m meeting the Harry Potter and the Ginny Weasley.”

Albus groaned, his hands gripping your shoulders.

“And the Harry Potter and the Ginny Weasley are more than excited to meet you! So let’s not keep them waiting, alright?” He asked, taking your hand and leading you through the front doors.

When you stepped inside, you were greeted with the smell of a delicious stew cooking. Your stomach grumbled with anticipation but your anxiety wasn’t interested in the savory aromas wafting through the air.

The cottage was open, completely open, especially on the first floor. Only a half wall separated the living room from the dining room to which that was connected to the kitchen. You could clearly see a head full of ginger hair and your heart stopped.

“Mom!” Albus called, dragging you into the kitchen.

You were ready to protest and turn around and go home. You haven’t been this nervous since your first date with Al almost eight months ago. In a swift spin, a gorgeous woman stood before you with a wide smile and bright eyes.

“You must be Al’s girlfriend!” Ginny Weasley said, excited.

You were about to stick your hand out to shake but Ginny wrapped you in her arms, practically squeezing you and the flowers. When the crushing of plastic and paper was heard, Ginny pulled away and looked down, gasping.

“For me!?” She asked, taking the bouquet from your hands.

“Y-yes! Hi, it’s so nice to meet you!” You said, introducing yourself.

Albus was glowing as you and Ginny made small talk. He looked extremely proud and happy that things were going so smoothly.

“Mom, I’m gonna introduce her to dad and show her around, is that alright?” Albus asked, taking your hand anyway, ready to whisk you away.

“Oh, wait! Do you need help with anything?” You asked, earning a cute giggle.

“No thank you, darling! I want you to see the garden I’ve been working on. Ever since I’ve been off a season for Quidditch, I’ve been planting roses.”

Albus took your hand and dragged you through a pair of sliding doors that led to the backyard. Outside was a huge field, a large Willow tree a couple of feet away. You could see a swing attached to it. A shed, a picnic table, and the garden Ginny was talking about scattered across the yard.

“This is so much land!” You said, impressed.

“There’s a lake a couple of feet down if you’re interested in seeing it after dinner,” A deep voice boomed.

You jumped, spinning around to meet the one and only. Your eyes went wide as you immediately stuck out your hand, quickly introducing yourself to Harry Potter.

“It’s so nice to meet you, sir, and thank you for having me over for dinner, I’ve been excited to meet you!” You said, your sentence coming as faster than lightning.

Harry smiled wide as you continued to shake his hand. When you realized what you were doing, you quickly let go, giving him a small apology.

“It’s great to meet you as well, Albus has been talking non-stop about you. It’s great to finally meet his girlfriend,” Harry smiled.

“I’m gonna show her around a bit, just call us when it’s time to eat,” Albus said, his cheeks slightly pink at the mention of your name.

Harry patted his son’s shoulder and left the two of you alone, going back inside his house.

Looking up at your boyfriend, you let out a heavy sigh. You could feel your shoulders relax and your heartbeat turn to a normal pace once again.

“I think that went well,” You said, only to be cut off with a giant kiss.

Albus linked your arm with his as the two of you slowly walked around his backyard. He was still gleaming, exclaiming how proud and happy he was for you. You could tell meeting his parents meant a lot to him.

The two of you started dating when the beginning of school started and never had the time to properly meet the parents. Now that the summer was here, there was plenty of time for it. You were glad it happened on such a beautiful day.

The two of you stopped in front of long rows filled with different colored roses. The roses flowed seamlessly together, realizing that Ginny purposefully created a gradient. Starting from red roses to pink to white, it was a beautiful sight to see.

“These are so beautiful,” you said, motioning to the bushes.

Albus looked down at you, a small smile planting his lips. He reached down, kissing you again. However, this time, it was a delicate yet lingering kiss. His hand cupped the back of your neck and you could feel his smile through the kiss.

“You’re beautiful,” Albus whispered, embracing you in a hug.

Calmness washed over you, and when your names were called back inside, you were confident and comfortable with how the rest of the evening was going to go.

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What It's Like to Date Draco Malfoy: A Series in Pictures

Blind faith, heartache Mind games, mistakes My sweet fireball My sweet rigmarole - I Want It All by the Arctic Monkeys

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Hi love, I’m wondering what your age restrictions are for reading your fics!

Hi! When it's not SMUT, it's pretty much PG rated!

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New Beginnings

Hello my loves! I know it's been a while, a long while since I have posted. I really hope you all liked my previous Picking Mushrooms post. I have two more papers plus a final exam until this long and tedious semester is over. However, even though you all give me such support and adoration, I have a request.

Some of you may not know this, but I run a Tik Tok account. I am extremely proud of my account and besides Tumblr, it allows me creative freedom. However, since March, I began dropping followers all day, everyday. My video views are awful and it makes me extremely upset to see this. I feel like my hard work with edits and coming up with ideas is no use anymore.

If any of you own the app, please consider following me. I mainly post Harry Potter content. I'm trying to branch out but since my account is taking a very hard hit, it's hard to do so. If you can share my account with others who might be interested, please do so.

My handle on Tik Tok is: la.farfalla

Here's a link as well: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZMe4tfU2q/

Again, I really hope you all help me out. Hopefully, the problem settles within itself.

Thank you,

J.

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Picking Mushroom: A Severus Snape Short One-Shot

It was nearing the end of May at Hogwarts. A warm breeze danced through the large open windows that littered the halls, students chilling on window sills and spending a great deal of time out at the Quidditch pitch was evident of the beginning of summer. Trips to Hogsmeade became popular as students ditched their heavy winter coats for light jean jackets. It was perfect weather to enjoy with one's friends.

However, Zoe Kingsley found herself enviously staring at her fellow Slytherin peers, dressed up and ready to spend all their galleons at Honeydukes. It should be criminal to have detention on a Friday evening. Her back pressed against the cool cobblestone wall of the Slytherin dungeon, aimlessly idle as she waited for Professor Snape to come around and begin detention.

Her hands grasped at her tie as she unloosed it, growing anxious as time ticked on. She heard horror stories from her friends on how tough and nasty Snape could be during detention. She never received any sort of serious punishment before in her life. She was a well-round student, too busy trying to outshine Gryffindor and gain points for the House Cup. She was a dedicated Quidditch player as well, known for her insane Seeker skills. In Zoe's eyes, to be in detention with Snape, was a life-long sentence at Azkaban.

She took in a giant breath, her chest heavily heaving as the smell of moss and Blood-Replenishing Potion wafted through the air. The halls, especially around Snape's classroom, always smelled like some sort of mythical and magical scent. There was never any smell of flowers or fresh air, just mythic ingredients that bubbled into creation. As the halls gradually grew emptier, Zoe secretly hoped that Snape has forgotten their little evening together and she was free to go. But the sound of jangling keys and heavy footsteps made her fill with dread.

A tall, cloaked man dressed in black swooped down the hall. Emerging from the shadows like a bat coming out of its cage, Snape's cloak wildly whipped behind him as turned a cold shoulder on Zoe, unlocking his classroom door. He stepped in without a word, silently slithering to his desk and rummaging through his drawers. When he noticed the girl didn't follow him, his rock hard force turned sour, a disapproving scowl telling her that if she doesn't follow him, it'll be a long night.

Zoe took a few cautious steps inside the classroom, the door closing behind her once she was fully stepped in. Zoe looked around the dust-covered room. She could hear soft waves of the Black Lake hit the stained-glass window. His classroom when no one was in it was surprisingly calm. It was quiet, tranquil. It was also cold and typically dark, so when Snape didn't bother closing the curtains, Zoe could see the dust dance in the minimal amount of light that broke through the Black Lake. Zoe knew that the sunset outside must've been strong if it was enough to break through the swampy green that inhabited the Slytherin windows.

Zoe walked over to where she usually sat; in the back, a perfect corner to be hidden by the shadows. She plopped her heavy over-the-shoulder bag onto the desk. She was expecting to bang chalkboard erasers or grade student exams but when Snape stopped what he was doing and stared at her like she was insane, she assumed otherwise.

"Lucky for you, Miss Kinglsey, we won't be hosting detention in my classroom," Snape droned out.

Zoe's eyebrows furrowed, confused as to where they were going and what she would be doing.

"Do you understand the concept of the outdoors?" Snape scoffed, his beady eyes not breaking contact with hers.

"I'm sorry, sir, I didn't think we would be going outdoors."

"I best advice you to stop doing that or else your brain might explode," He snapped.

Zoe grabbed her bag again, her cheeks going numb and she could feel the blood rush to them. She understood her professor put on a mean persona, but she didn't know he was going to keep it going after hours.

Snape stepped away from his desk with two black wicker baskets, the front door to his classroom magically opening as he began to walk out without a word. Of course, Zoe was expected to follow without question. And this time she did so correctly. Snape sped down the hallways, Zoe finding herself having to occasionally jog to match his pace.

Suddenly, the two found themselves stepping into the warm sunlight and touching the soft, delicate grass the Hogwarts grouds had to hold. Chatter and banter muffled in the distance as birds chirped through the skies. Zoe could hear the chariot clambering away on the rocky pavement, heading into Hogsmeade. Desperately, she wished that was her. She blindly followed her Professor as they continued their journey. Zoe was hoping that Snape was going to drop her off at Hagrid's and he was going to take care of her himself. But when they passed his hut and his magnificently massive mountain of cauliflower, Zoe frowned to herself once more.

She realized where they were heading as they approached the Forbidden Forest. Zoe was convinced that time functioned differently in there. It was always a pale, cold blue once one enters that forest. It always smells the day after it rains and it feels like harsh eyes are watching your every step. It was an ominous place, a world within its own that housed creatures still unknown to the Hogwarts student body. It was highly advised since First Year to never enter that place, Merlin knows what kind of animal would jump out and attack.

Zoe felt the warm breeze get replaced with a chiller breeze. Tallgrass tickled her calves as she walked deeper into the Forbidden Forest with her Professor. Her eyes tracked the deep depths of the forest, making sure that there wasn't a mysterious shadow watching them from afar.

"We're picking Bursting Mushrooms," Snape spoke. His voice echoed and danced through the rotting, decaying trees. Se felt like his voice bounced off for miles, her heart hammering. She was afraid that anyone could be listening to their conversation.

"You do know what that is," Snape said, suddenly stopping in his tracks, making Zoe bump right into him. "Right?"

Zoe groaned, taking a step back and looking up at her Professor with wide, alarmed eyes.

"It's for the Fire Protection Potion. Their home is located here, in the forest," Zoe said, trying to keep her voice as hush as possible.

Snape narrowed his eyes down at his student, his lips pursing thin. He was quiet for a couple of seconds until he began his trail again, mentioning that they're not going too deep into the forest. Even though it's been five minutes of walking, Zoe felt like hours have passed. It was so eerily dark and suspiciously quiet in the forest, the concept of time didn't feel like a real thing. Finally, Professor Snape handed Zoe the black wicker basket and instructed her to search the base of the trees.

"Now, remind me again Miss. Kinglsey, if I didn't know what a Bursting Mushroom would look like, how would you describe it to me?" Snape said, getting down on his knees as he stopped in front of a tree. His head tilted low, his hands pushing and plucking away the tall grass.

"It has. white stalk and a red bulb cap with white dots on it. They're pretty large, hard to miss, but they can also quickly shrink if they sense danger."

Snape turned his head around his shoulder to look at his student, an eyebrow raised high. Again, for a couple of seconds, he was quiet until he suddenly spoke, "Well, get to work."

Zoe began to slowly walk around the perimeter of the area, keeping an eye out for a bright red mushroom. It was fairly easy to spot them when there was a random gust of wind that tilted the tall grass to the side. Zoe quickly managed to pluck at least two with ease. She glanced over at her Professors basket that was seemingly already halfway full. She knew that they weren't going to leave anytime soon unless her basket was filled to the rim with Bursting Mushrooms.

"For someone so intelligent and fairly bright," Snape spoke up, his deep voice right behind Zoe's shoulder.

"Can you care to explain that burst of anger in my class today towards Mister Malfoy?"

Zoe quickly spun around, her heart dropping as her Professor shadowed over her.

"I-I just got angry with him. sir. The way he was talking to Granger just filled me up with so much hatred. It's not fair that he can get away with his speech but when I stick up for a friend, I get the repercussions-"

"There is a fine line between speaking up for a friend and violently shouting obscene things to a classmate because you allowed your emotions to rule your heart," Snape interrupted, eyeing Zoe down.

Zoe gulped, looking to the side.

"And as for Mister Malfoy, he is going to be receiving his punishment. I don't allow any of my students to get favorable treatment. That would completely contradict my honor code of teaching," Snape snorted, turning his back and continuing to look around.

Zoe bit back a smile as she continued to do the same, her thoughts racing wildly. She never experienced her Professor become so . . . open before. She was intrigued to find out if he would be giving her any more advice tonight and if so, what would it be? She knew he was a wise, strict man, but she didn't think that deep down, he was sensitive as well.

Zoe wondered what punishment Draco Malfoy would be receiving. She began to conjure up the idea of him writing a three-page long essay on bullying or how to be nice to your fellow peers. Zoe spotted a Bursting Mushroom, ready to pluck it from its natural habitat, turning to look at Snape.

"So what kind of punishment-" Zoe cut herself short as she watched fear grow in Snape's eyes. He dropped his basket and ran straight towards her, forcefully pushing her body to the side. As Zoe's body thumped hard onto the ground, narrowly missing a rock that could've caused a concussion, an exploding sound rang through her ears.

Zoe blinked as she tried to gain her eyesight back, the ringing slowly fading as she acknowledged what was happening. She desperately wanted to scream but no noise coming out of her mouth. On the ground, covered in burn marks that were freshly sizzling on Snape's skin, Zoe crawled over to her Professor, violently shaking.

Snape was knocked out cold, bits and pieces of the Bursting Mushroom Zoe forgot to pick scattered across and around his body. She grabbed his head, gently placing it on her lap as she wildly looked around, confused and scared. She didn't know what to do and if leaving him here was the right idea. Any spells of protection and healing left her mind as, she too, laid limp.

Zoe felt the darkness of Forbidden Forest taunt her, an overwhelming omen that no matter who you are, only bad things happen to those who enter. Zoe felt like the universes laughing stock, Dumbledore's words echoing in her mind since she heard them from day one: "The first years, please note... that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students." Now here she was, six years later, clearly avoiding his advice and now stuck in a situation she accidentally created.

Zoe felt the waterworks turn on and in an instant, she was crying. Her shoulders shook as she violently sniffled, her eyes blurring from the hot, salty tears that dripped down her equally red cheeks. She couldn't live with herself if she caused serious, life-long, and permanent damage to her Professor. Zoe looked down at the man, her tears dropping onto his face, sizzling and creating steam as they hit his burn marks.

This made Zoe weep even harder, the trauma of the sound scaring her. Tears began to flow out her eyes, a waterfall of sadness as they continued to splash on his face. Zoe felt an immense amount of guilt as she swept his hair away from his face, hoping that he'd wake up on his own soon- what was that?

Zoe suddenly stopped crying as she watched the inflamed skin on Snape's face began to patch up. She watched as his molecules and atoms began to stitch up, creating a barrier of new, untouched, fresh skin. The few remaining teardrops on Zoe's face hit Snape and on contact, his skin began to heal.

Zoe watched in pure amazement and complete shock. Was she imagining this? Was she seeing this right? Zoe couldn't quite comprehend that her tears saved him. As his face slowly began to heal, the man below her began to shuffle and groan. In a matter of minutes, Snape was sitting up by himself, rubbing his head and looking around, confused.

"I can explain everything to you once we get out of here, sir," Zoe rambled, quick to intervene before Professor Snape had to chance of loading thousands of questions on her.

Zoe quickly stood up and gathered both of their baskets, going over and helping her Professor get to his feet. By the time they officially left the Forbidden Forest, the pink, strawberry sky fell to a dark blue, stars twinkling as they became brighter the darker the sky grew. Zoe was glad that they didn't spend any more time in there after his accident and even more relieved that he was walking alright.

The walk back was deadly silent. Zoe could tell her Professor was deep into his train of thought. She didn't want to interrupt him or put him into another state of shock so she waited until they both safely made it back to his classroom. Zoe never thought she would be as happy as she was to feel the cool and dampness of the Slytherin dungeons until this very second.

Inside Snape's classroom, Zoe placed the wicker baskets on top of his desks, watching him as he slowly sat down in his chair. He stared at the baskets, once filled to the top of Bursting Mushrooms and one barely making a dent into it. Instead of lashing out, Snape simply looked up at Zoe and asked, "What happened?"

Zoe bit her lip, unsure if she wanted to fully tell him the truth. "Sir, maybe you should go see Madame Pomfrey? Just in case-"

"Miss Kingsley, what happened to me in that forest?" Snape demanded.

Zoe shut her eyes, breathing out a sigh.

"You got injured and you knocked out for a while. But then you woke up and now we're here so-"

"Zoe," Snape demanded.

"You got hit with a Bursting Mushroom that I was too slow to pick. You pushed me out of the way before it could get to me and you took the fall . . . I'm so sorry, Professor!" Zoe said, randomly bursting out into tears. She covered her face with her hands, embarrassed.

"I know I should've been watching what I was doing, it was an honest mistake, I didn't mean for you to get hurt!"

Zoe cried into her hands, overwhelmed by the number of emotions she felt in one day. Zoe heard the scrape of Snape's chair and a heavy hand on her shoulder. Her hands were taken away from her face as Snape wiped away her tears.

"I know, Miss Kingsley," He said in a soft, soothing voice.

"I won't hold this against you. I thank you for taking care of me and watching over me at that moment."

Zoe nodded, her bottom lip quivering as she took a couple of deep breaths to regain her control.

"I won't pressure you tonight, but there's going to be a day where you tell me exactly how you saved me, Miss Kingsley. Bursting Mushrooms don't give you typical cuts or scrapes."

Zoe nodded, licking her dry lips, exhausted.

"You're free to leave, Miss Kingsley."

Zoe felt a weight lift off her shoulders as she turned to walk towards the door. She wanted nothing more than a warm shower and a nice, long sleep. As her hand grasped the cool metal of the door, Snape called out to her one last time.

"And keep this little incident between us, Miss Kingsley."

Zoe looked over her shoulder at her Professor who was storing the mushrooms in a glass jar. She gave him a small smile and headed off to her dorm for the night.

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Abraxas malfoy x female!Hufflepuff!reader? He has had a crush on her and asks her out one day (he was confident at first but when you took awhile to answer cuz you were bamboozled he gets stutterish?)?? And its just cute and maybe he gets teased for being a softie by his friends? You don't have to write this if you don't feel like it :))

It's not in my blood to have feelings for this . . . girl. But every time she passes me in the corridors, long hair throwing me for a whip. Her laughter sounded like the honey suckle from the flowers she'd pluck and put in her hair. It was disgusting; the way I betrayed my lineage was horrifying.

I would be burned alive, a public humiliation in front of family and friends to mock and ridicule me if they ever found it it was a Hufflepuff I adored. Growling, my fingers turned into my palm as I tried to force my eyes off her, glaring at her figure of delicacy.

Fire fueled inside me, combating forces ripping my brain apart. My family taught me to go after what I wanted, that the world is simply in the palm of my hands if I know how to control it. And I knew exactly how to dominate. But when I see her, pale blue eyes that look as soft as the breaking dawn of a new day, I melt completely.

I tried to convince myself that it was the cool cobblestone that chilled my spine but it was her long silky legs that pranced past me that had me enchanted. Truly, she was such a charming witch. She was my own personal temptress. And surely, she was working her magic on me as I found myself stalking her shadow, ready to reach out and allow my hand to grab the fabric of her shirt.

My temptress must've been a mind reader because there she stood before me, already meeting my eyes, as if she knew that her predator was right behind her. Her sickly sweet smile made my heart burst, gross feelings of affection riddling my veins. Her head slightly cocked to the side, her Hufflepuff colors burning my eyes.

I was never meant to fall for the enemy. I am the traitor of my own beliefs. It was never meant to be this way, I wasn't supposed to fall for her. And yet here I stand, hovering above her small frame, pink pouted lips tempting me to bend down and kiss them.

Normally, I would have the power in a situation like this. Typically, confidence radiates off of me. I could puppeteer those around to do my bidding. It was easy for me to ask girls out on dates. It didn't take much for them to swoon at my feet and practically beg for a couple hours in Hogsmeade alone together.

But looking down at her, anxiety troubled me, and I stuttered out my words of defeat. She looked up at me for a few seconds, giggled behind her hand, and nodded. I couldn't even remember what I asked her, all I knew was that my body reacted before my mind could.

I found myself tripping back to the Slytherin common rooms, a howl of laughter coming towards my direction. My friends came up to me, patting me on the back, snickering and mocking me. They began to recite the scene I forgot, embarrassment washing over me. Apparently, I finally asked that Hufflepuff girl out on a date.

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hello! I came across your account and found your stories are truly amazing! I was hoping if I could req cedricxreader fluff? they're bestfriends since 2nd year (they met in charms because i like charms!) and grew closer through the years but then it stopped because he kinda fancied cho chang. when the triwizard tournament come, he asked cho to be his date to the yule ball, not knowing how broken his best friend was yet she kept strong. the 2nd task in the black lake, turns out he has to save her instead of cho, slowly realising how much he misses and loves her upon seeing her body looked so pale (his first thought she was dead) and he confesses his feelings after? thank you!

The sound of giggling laughter rang through your ears, making you paler and sicker by the minute. Your stomach turned, knotting into a ball of queasiness. Young love sprouted through the halls of Hogwarts, fresh and blooming romance turning you colder and icier as the days progressed. The threat of the upcoming Yule Ball didn't spark any excitement in you. The shrill joy your friends displayed tore through your ears as you were forced to hear about evening gowns and tuxedos. You couldn't care less about what color goes with which lipstick, who would look better in a bowtie or tie, and if flats or heels were an appropriate choice. You wanted to cover your head with a pillow and scream, overwhelmed by everyone's happiness. People were already asked as soon as the ball was announced and proposals became crazier and faster as the days went on. You would be excited to go if you had that special someone to go with. Heart sinking, your eyebrows creased into your forehead, trying to forget the scene you witnessed a couple of days ago. Your best friend since the second year, the boy who made Charms class bearable was slipping through the cracks of your fingers like sand. You tried to force yourself to forget, but your mind counterattacked, replaying the memory over again. 

It happened by the Black Lake, Cedric strolling up to Cho Chang and her friends, an assortment of flowers bundled in his grasp. He delicately lowered himself to her height, a wide smile stretched across his face as he asked her to be his date, huge gasps and claps bursting out after the acceptance. To everyone, it was the cutest thing they could've possibly witnessed. To you, it was sickening. Jealousy raged inside you, angry that Cedric was beginning to neglect you. Has he forgotten the years of memory, laughter, excitement, and promises the two of you made? Was that just a joke to him? Pouting, you excused yourself from the Great Hall, unable to contain your sadness any longer. You were going to do what you have been doing the past couple of days; curling up into a ball of listening to music to drown out your sorrows.

 You walked in a dazed trance, mind occupied with a million thoughts until someone stopped you. Looking up to see a familiar long white beard, you were stunned as Dumbledore was the obstacle in your way."Ahh, long day, Miss?" He asked in his croaky voice. His eyes twinkled as he smiled down at you as if he understood exactly what you were feeling. He turned to your side as the two of you strolled down the long corridor.

 "I have a favor to ask of you," Dumbledore continued, glancing down at you. 

You wanted to groan out loud, not up to a crazy adventure your Headmaster was planning for you to embark on. 

He chuckled, almost as if he read your thoughts, and sighed. "As you know, the second Triwizard Tournament is approaching. For the second task, each champion needs to retrieve a person they care for most in the depths of the Black Lake. And Cedric Diggory is going to be saving you."

"But-" You paused. "Shouldn't he be saving . . . Cho?" Dumbledore chuckled, shaking his head. 

"No, you're his best friend. It's you he's going to retrieve."

You wanted to laugh in Dumbledore's face and tell him how wrong he was but you bit back your tongue.

"Tomorrow, meet me at the Black Lake. I'll explain further instruction."

The walk back to your dorm was far quicker than you expected. Your mind was swarming with tons of questions that when you pulled yourself into bed and under the covers, you were surprised to find yourself making up as quickly as you fell asleep. Tugging your school robes on, your feet ran faster than your thoughts and you hurried down to the Black Lake. Ron Weasley looked at you in surprise to see you were the last one to join. Hermione gave you a small smile, anxiety riddling her face.

Dumbledore’s voice boomed as he greeting the group, explaining the rules of the second task. Your mouth dried as you found to you’d be completely blacked out and underneath the water for an hour. You watched as Dumbledore handed everyone a special plant to let them breathe while being succumbed the depths of the Black Lake. As he dropped the plant into your palm, a sudden urge to protest washed over you.

Why should you risk your life for Cedric when he’s been ignoring you? This wasn’t fair to you at all, why did you have to be the one in danger? It’s not like he realized you needed saving in the first place. However, you swallowed the salty seaweed, gagging a bit, and felt your consciousness go out.

What’s going on? 

What’s the sound

My head ....

Thunder clapped as the storm grew increasingly louder, the muffling clearing from your clogged ears. You blinked rapidly, water droplets hitting your face. You were confused at first, not understanding when you got caught in the rain to meet the eyes of your best friend. Cedric held you close to his body, cheers applauding his heroic actions. A towel wrapped over your bodies, your teeth chattering.

“Are you okay, are you okay!?” Cedric kept repeating, his eyes burning into yours. His hair stuck to his face, eyes wide with concern. You nodded as you tried to speak, still waking from your deep slumber.

Cedric’s shoulders relaxed a little as he watched you hug the towel closer to your body, his lips falling into a small frown.

“I’m sorry for all this,” He said.

“It’s not your fault, Dumbledore asked me to do this, I couldn't say no-”

“No,” Cedric cut off. “I’m sorry for not realizing I had the best thing taken away from me until it was too late.”

You looked up at Cedric’s worried face, confused.

“I’m sorry for ignoring you and not spending any time with you. I’m sorry for allowing life to take control when I should’ve been the one in charge. I miss you. I hope you can forgive me.”

You were silent for a couple seconds, the audience’s attention directed towards Victor Krum. You shook your head, chuckling.

“I forgive you, Cedric.”

Cedric pulled you into a tight hug, his soggy clothes and clammy hands comforting as it was he who was the one to hold you. 

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Heyyy! Hope your doing well. Wanted to ask if you write for Scorpius Malfoy, Abraxas Malfoy and Tom Riddle?

Thanks 😊

Have a good day/night

I most definitely do!

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Good morning, everyone. My ASKS are open! Please send in any HP request so long that it isn't smut. I'm excited to write again!

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@okie-dokieartichokie says: (I've never really done this before since I've only been on Tumblr for like a month so I'm sorry if this is wrong) Can you do a fluff of an insecure reader who is dating Ron and when she makes her insecurities known he tells her she is beautiful (or something along those lines)?

a/n: thank you for the DM! I’m slowly transitioning back into writing again. Please check my AO3 to read my Severus Snape fan fiction and check out my etsy for a personalized HP painting! I only have three orders so far, but I’m hoping maybe the paintings will interest you all <3 _____________________________________________

A lot of people would roll their eyes when Hermione’s hand would shoot up high in the air, annoyed by her obnoxious know-it-all mentality. Secretly, however, it was the hidden jealousy of not being able to be as successful as her.

You found yourself to be one of those people who would glare behind her back and want to stick gum in her mane. Truth be told, no matter how hard you pushed yourself, you could never achieve the things Hermione Granger has.

Her constant persistence to study hard and prove her worth to her blood-class superiors was admirable. She allowed words to cut her like knives yet let her open wounds publicly heal, showing how strong and vulnerable she is.

Everyone loved and hated Hermione at the same time. They would call her a prissy brat when she won House points for Gryffindor yet praised when she would sacrifice her own life for the name of magic itself.

Hermione Granger was the unsung hero.

And you were, from what you believed, a coward. 

It made you sick to raise your hand and be the center of attention. It bothered you knowing that you weren’t intellectually as advanced as Hermione was. You weren’t a sponge, you couldn’t soak up information and squeeze it right back out onto an exam and pass with flying marks.

And what bothered you the most was Hermione’s friendship to your boyfriend, Ron Weasley. Her effortless strain of determination to rejuvenate and keep their friendship alive amazed you. 

Sometimes, Ron and Hermione would get into the nastiest fights, making nosy ears and wandering eyes curious over the couple. The attention they would receive when they fought was more than you two got together romantically.

However, despite the bitter arguments and petty fights, Ron needed Hermione and she the same. The duo were inseparable and considering what the two experienced together since day one, there was no chance in Heaven for them to ever separate.

You couldn’t take your eyes off Hermione the entire class, insecurity flooding you like a tsunami. By the end of class, Ron could sense your dampened mood. He poked your sides, cracked jokes, did anything to crack a genuine smile out of you. However, the worried look and pulled back bottom lip stayed permanent on your face.

By the time the both of you were close to the Gryffindor common room, Ron pulled you aside, his strong hands placed firmly on your waist. He scowled down at you, upset that you weren’t communicating with him.

He stared down at you for a couple seconds before kissing your forehead, softly asking you what was on your mind.

Your stomach turned as you thought about Hermione and how silly you’d sound if you said that it was her that was making you feel insecure. You knew that Ron would laugh it off and tell you that she’s nothing compared to you, but those feelings of dread weren’t going to go away.

You shook your head, about to tell Ron to drop the situation and let it go until he kissed your cheek this time, whispering in your ear that he’s always there for you no matter what.

You took a deep breath in and confessed; that you’ve been feeling extremely insecure, anxious, and miserable. You didn’t exactly confide in him as to the key resource that was making you feel this way, but it felt like a weight was taken off your shoulders. 

Ron frowned, pulling you into a tight hug. He pet the back of your head in a soothing motion, slowly rocking the both of you. The smell of his cologne and his strong, promising grip calmed you.

Ron slowly pulled you away to get a clear look of your face, his mesmerizing blue eyes piercing into yours. He lightly held onto your chin, letting you know that those feelings were coming from a dark and dangerous place. He told you that he knew you were a successful woman who should not only be happy but proud of the person she is. Ron made you promise that the next time you felt this way to come straight to him. He said that he hated seeing you so upset, especially with yourself.

Ron smiled down at you and you found yourself reciprocating the gesture, pulling him into one last hug that ended with a soft but meaningful kiss.

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hello, sorry for not posting much. there has been a death in the family. i have grieved and i am slowly coming back. still not accepting smut requests but dm's are open. please check out my etsy as well. thank you for understanding.