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homebody pt. 2 (e.munson)

description: years after you found out that eddie cheated on you with a groupie, you decide to return to hawkins for a bit of spring cleaning. closure is the key to healing, they say. is it possible to move on without closure? is it possible to move on at all?

part 2 of homebody

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: allusions to sexual content, mentions of cheating, angst

an: i'm sorry for the long wait for part 2 ! i honestly had no clue what direction to take this mini-series in, but i settled on this. part 2 is inspired by @jessyballet and the anonymous sweetheart that messaged me ! thank you so much for the love and support, enjoy:)

also, my inbox is always open for requests, comments, questions, or if you just want to talk! much love<3

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healing. it's never been easy. you had a tendency to hold onto things that were long gone, relishing in the feeling of when it was, never daring to indulge in what it is.

you wanted this time to be different. you wanted eddie munson to be the heartbreak to end all heartbreaks, the straw that broke the camel's back.

but in truth, it wasn't.

you thought about him more often than you'd like to admit. you thought about him in the most minuscule times; he was like a cold you couldn't quite shake no matter how much cough syrup you forced down.

he was a drug and you quit cold turkey. you felt the withdrawal curse your veins, send you reeling as you grasped for anything to ease the pain.

but nothing did. nothing eased the pain. you woke up every morning in a daze, asking yourself where eddie was and whose bed you were in. it never felt like yours; you wondered if it ever would.

for the first few months after your departure, you found yourself in a quaint little place just outside of hawkins, close to your job and even closer to your new school. you bought a new car, changed your hair, and even went as far as to gift yourself a whole new wardrobe that wasn't stained with eddie's cologne.

you'd be the first to admit you weren't the kindest to yourself during this period of time. it wasn't easy to cope, being in your early twenties with your projected future crumbling under your feet and all. you neglected yourself, throwing yourself into work and school and substance abuse to avoid even a second of being alone with your thoughts.

you thought life was going... well. maybe not well, but you were surviving.

how does one determine the difference between being alive and just living?

you hadn't given it a second thought. surviving was the bare minimum and you relished in your ability to wake up every morning. you were just living. that was until you saw him.

but no, not him. him.

steve harrington. a name that hasn't left your mouth since you started dating eddie. a face you haven't seen since his graduation. parts of you most definitely believed fate would never cross your paths again. but there you were, standing in line at the supermarket with steve just a mere few feet away from you.

it was nice to see a familiar face. after your abrupt uprooting, everyone became a stranger. you were lost in a sea of staticky faces, never stopping to learn a name or a story.

for the next year, steve became your rock, your best friend. he was there for every emotional wine night, every karaoke road trip, and every day in between. you two were inseparable; you couldn't deny you felt like a high schooler again.

steve took his time. he never rushed you to talk about your feelings or indulge in the nitty-gritty details of your and eddie's relationship. things came naturally, much like the best things in life.

sooner or later, the two of you found yourselves tangled up in bedsheets, 'i love you's spilling from your lips like a mantra. it felt new, exciting, safe, and secure. never would you have believed that it was steve to be your prince charming, the one to cure your bad days and make every day a good one. if someone told you 4 years ago that steve would be your happily ever after, you would have laughed in their face.

funny how things change.

that was years ago. dozens of months since you learned the joys of feeling alive instead of just living.

now, a new home, a fairytale wedding, and 3 kids later, here you both were, still tangled up in bedsheets like love-struck teenagers. some things never change.

"my parents have some stuff in the garage they want us to have," steve mentioned vaguely, his body weight squished between you and the comforter, his hands reaching up to comb stray strands of hair from your face.

you nodded with half-lidded eyes, sleep beckoning you with every word he spoke.

"when do they want to come by?" you asked, letting his gentle touch lull you into a semi-comatose state.

"they actually wanted us to come to hawkins." steve's words were careful, like he was treading on thin ice. the subject of visiting hawkins very rarely came up with you and steve. he understood it held a lot of bad memories for you, and although you were healed from it as an adult, he didn't dare ask you to pay a visit knowing the risks.

he was surprised by your lack of reaction. in some way or another, it surprised you as well. although you were now in a loving, healthy, and happy relationship with steve, you hadn't confronted that part of your past face-to-face. at the moment, it seemed like nothing. in reality, you didn't know what the consequences held.

"sunday would be best, i think," you stated. steve only nodded in agreement.

a trip back home might be nice, you thought. maybe you could see some of your old friends, pay your own parents a visit with the kids while you were at it.

after all, what were the odds that eddie munson still lived in hawkins?

•••

as the car rolled into the gravel road of hawkins, you felt a wave of familiarity wash over you, coating and enveloping you in a strange, tingling warmth.

it had been years since you stepped foot in the city. by the looks of it, nothing changed. the same buildings resided in the same lots, the barren fields sat untouched, and the decaying buildings had not aged a day. it was almost comforting, but it was almost eerie like a bad omen.

mr. and mrs. harrington stood in the frame of the garage, which was swung open and littered with boxes and memorabilia. they waved as you pulled into the driveway.

the kids were the first out of the car, barreling down the pavement towards steve's parents, almost tackling them with all the force in their toddler bodies. you couldn't help but smile at their antics; they truly were the perfect mix of you and steve.

"y/n, darling! how are you?" mrs. harrington was the first to greet you, pulling you into a warm hug as your children swarmed around the driveway.

"just fine, thank you. how have you been?" you asked, scooping the youngest of your children into your arms. mrs. harrington let out a sigh, gesturing to the garage jammed full of junk.

"busy, to say the least. thank you again for coming by. could i trouble you for a favor?"

you nodded.

"i haven't had time to get to the market for dinner. would you mind picking up some things?" mrs. harrington was always so pleasurable when asking for favors; she made it near impossible to say no.

"of course! i'd be happy to."

•••

you decided it was best to take the little ones with you to stay out of the way from the heavy lifting. the last thing steve needed was your children locking onto his legs with boxes piled in his arms.

you wandered the aisles, slowly pushing the shopping cart. your two oldest children trailed in front of the cart, your youngest in the cart and grabbing at the sleeves of your shirt. your eyes scoured the shelves, trying to mentally check off every item mrs. harrington mentioned to you.

just as you spotted the last item, you groaned internally as it was perched on the top shelf, entirely out of your reach. you stopped your pacing, reaching as high as you could for the box, attempting to use the handle of the cart as leverage.

you struggled with a growing annoyance, looking around for any employee to assist you.

just as you were about to give up, a strangely familiar voice called out to you.

"do you need help with that, ma'am?" your head snapped in the direction of the voice.

your breathing halted and your body froze. time itself seemed to pause as your eyes were met with his. his doe eyes widened equally in surprise as you met his gaze. his polite smile dimmed to an open-mouthed gape.

"y/n..."

"hi eddie," you responded, swallowing the breath in your throat. he still stared at you, nearly speechless and unblinking.

the one to break the silence was your eldest.

"mommy, is that your friend?" your son spoke. you watched eddie's heart drop as he spoke. you looked down at him, smiling and nodding.

"an old friend," your gaze turned back to eddie, "eddie, these are my kids: alex, joanna, and lila. kids, this is mr. munson."

eddie mustered up a smile to wave at your kids.

"hi mr. munson!" alex and joanna spoke in unison. eddie elicited some shy greeting back before the two children returned to their supermarket shenanigans.

you and eddie lingered a while longer, the two of you avoiding eye contact but still standing in each other's presence.

"motherhood looks good on you, y/l/n. sorry, um, mrs....?" eddie stopped himself. you gave him a half-hearted smile.

"mrs. harrington," you finished for him. eddie sucked in his cheeks as you spoke, fighting both tears and curses as he nodded.

"i can't lie, i was always hoping you'd introduce yourself as mrs. munson one day." you bit your lip at eddie's attempt at a joke. you could see the hurt strewn across his features. in the moment, you truly did feel bad for him.

"eddie..." you started.

"does he... does he treat you better than i did?" eddie asked with a swallowed voice. you could see how glossy his eyes became as he avoided your gaze. you sighed outwardly.

"like a princess," you answered honestly. as bad as you felt for eddie, you couldn't deny how happy you were with steve. he was the one to pick up the pieces and help you put them back together. he was patient and kind and understanding. he was intensely honest and sincere; he gave you everything eddie couldn't.

eddie nodded, trying to muster up some form of a smile.

"i'm happy for you, y/n. i really am," eddie stated, his eyes finally meeting yours. you bit down on your lip, feeling overwhelmed by this entire situation.

this was closure. the act of reliving past traumas, facing your counterpart, and having all the uncomfortable conversations you avoided for so long. it was overwhelming and heart-shattering; a teenager you would have crumbled in the same position. but you were older and wiser, stronger and kinder.

"i'm sorry," eddie continued, "for everything. i shouldn't have done what i did. i had everything. you were my everything. i had everything, and i lost it because i was some stupid rockstar idiot. i should have looked for you, i should have fixed everything. i... i'm so sorry."

a soft tear melted down his porcelain cheek as he stared at you, words dripping from his lips like he was under some spell. tears threatened to slip from your waterline. you no longer mourned eddie, you didn't miss him. you didn't love him anymore.

but you wept for the girl he hurt. you wept for the broken heart that spend years to mend. you mourned for her, not for him.

"that's life, i suppose. you get hurt and you keep moving," you spoke, swallowing the lump in your throat. on the surface, you appeared emotionless and rigid. your insides churned with nervousness.

"but, y/n... i never kept moving." you cocked your head to the side, puzzled at what exactly eddie was insinuating. he sensed your confusion, inhaled, and let his emotions pour out with his breath.

"i still love you, y/n. i always have, and i think i always will. i will never get past my wrongdoings. i lost.. the best thing to ever happen to me. i don't think i can just keep moving from that." tears poured freely down his cheeks as he spoke.

"you can't tell me that this is over. i can't accept that it will ever be over."

you glanced over your shoulder. lila slept away in the baby seat while alex and joanna played hopscotch with the grocery store tiles.

you looked back to eddie, his lips pursed together to omit sobs that pressed against his teeth.

"this is my life now, eddie. i love steve and i love my kids. i wouldn't trade it for the world." as much as you could feel your words hurt him, you knew you had to be honest. if there was one thing you learned in the past few years, it was that a person is nothing without their word.

eddie exhaled deeply, shutting his eyes and letting the last of his tears pool down his face. he nodded softly, reopening his eyes to look at you one last time.

"i hope you gives you everything i couldn't. you deserve it," eddie said in finality. you opened your mouth to say something to the same effect, but you let it linger.

"goodbye, eddie," you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

"goodbye, y/n."

[oatmilkslytherin]

homebody (e.munson)

description: tensions rise as eddie pursues his dreams of fame and fortune with corroded coffin. when he has to choose between the rockstar life and his loving homebody girlfriend, who knows what he will decide.

pairing: eddie munson x reader

warnings: swearing, allusions to sexual content, angst, cheating

requested: no

it was hard to believe that eddie munson ever graduated from hawkins high. you nearly laughed in his face at the beginning of the school year as he claimed that "1986 was going to be his year".

that was when you two were just friends. when the two of you teased and taunted each other like it was a full-time job. back when you tagged along to every dnd tournament and stared cluelessly at the others while you watched them curse and strategize.

that was before that fateful night. what was supposed to be an intoxicated horror movie marathon night turned into a screaming match between the two of you. after you had accidentally let it slip that you slept with steve harrington in a drunken stupor, you saw a deep scarlet red settle in eddie's eyes.

he tried to play it off, claiming that he was only looking out for his best friend, and by no means did he believe that steve harrington was worthy of your presence. he blamed it on his overprotective nature, writing off his jealousy as if it didn't exist.

after an exchange of arguments and agitations, you somehow ended up pressed against the vinyl countertop of eddie's kitchen, his hands roaming your body as his lips moved feverishly against yours. it was mutually decided that the two of you had denied your feelings for so long that you didn't even realize they were there until you were under him, legs wrapped around his waist and begging him to come closer.

a couple of awkward conversations later, the two of you landed yourselves in a shared one-bedroom apartment. you attended a local college and worked for a large publishing firm outside of hawkins. eddie damned the american education system, settling on a construction position and pursuing his career with corroded coffin.

you were proud of him. he found his niche, and damn, was he good at what he did. you tagged along to every band practice and tried to go to every local show they played. even the bandmates called you their number one fan.

things became harder as the band rose in popularity. they went from playing pubs on wednesday nights to selling out small stadiums in the greater parts of indiana.

the distance between you and eddie became familiar. you knew you had your own career-driven obligations and regularly scheduled classes. as hard as you tried to attend every show, it wasn't fiscally possible.

still, you were always there when eddie came home. welcoming him with open arms, his favorite meal, and even sometimes a warm bath and a massage after one of their longer tours. he always praised your attentiveness, relishing in your kindness. on paper and in person, you were the perfect girlfriend. everyone saw it, even those you have never uttered a word to.

that's why it was so hard to believe in his infidelity.

you denied it entirely at first. how could you possibly believe your loving boyfriend of 3 years could ever cheat on you? your sex life was frequent and fantastic, you hardly ever fought, you went on dates at least once a week, and you giggled like children with one another. the spark was very much still there, so how could you believe he needed something... someone else?

the second time you caught word of it, your heart began to sink. you didn't want to believe it was true, but the growing physical distance between you two fed into your emotions. you questioned him when he came home from that leg of the tour, unable to suppress the flowing tears that spilled from your eyes.

"baby, please don't listen to them. they're jealous! they envy the love we have; they want to take it away. please don't believe it. you are the only one for me. you always will be."

with the way he spoke, how could you not believe him? he was here with you, wiping your tears and pressing soft kisses to your forehead. he held you while you allowed the last of your tears to leave your eyes, apologized he ever made you feel this way.

he spent the rest of the night holding you, only creeping away a handful of times to make you cookies, put on your favorite movie, and grab a blanket as he watched you start to doze off in his arms. everything he did was so sincere; how could you believe it was all a lie?

a mere week later, you heard it a third time. this time, you felt the alarms going off in your head. your stomach churned at the thought of it, wondering if this all really was out of jealousy, as eddie claimed, or if you were stuck playing the homebody fool.

you decided you must see for yourself. if it was a lie, then at least you could see your boyfriend at a show for the first time in months. you didn't want to think about the latter.

you pulled up to the venue. it was one of their smaller shows, a club-like venue that could maybe a hundred or so people. you entered the building, hearing their music alongside the roar of the crowd. you decided to stay in the back, avoiding the light and simply observing.

you couldn't deny how contagious his energy was. just by looking at him, you wanted to ignore everything you were told, the very reason why you were here. you just wanted to cheer with the crowd, fall into his arms after their closer and go home hand-in-hand.

the nagging ring in the back of your head reminded you why you couldn't.

the band's finale sent the crowd into a frenzy. girls crowded the front of the stage, reaching their hands toward anything and everything. you watched in anticipation, wondering how this night was really going to end. the majority of them exited the stage, eddie lingering up on his pedestal for a while longer, eyeing down someone in the front row.

you followed his eyes, being met with a girl you believed was much prettier than you were. her long blonde hair cascaded in perfect waves around her, her slim waist held together by a torn-up tank top and low-rise jeans.

he flicked his head towards the "crew only" door, inviting her to follow. you watched as she slipped through the dispersing crowd, grabbing his hand before following him blindly.

you followed in suit, keeping your head down to avoid attention as you moved swiftly towards the same door. you peered around you, making sure there were no wandering eyes on your frame before slipping through the door.

the hallway was dark, lit by dim red bulbs. your heart raced, tears pooling in your waterline as you took your first step towards the dressing room door. you had already seen enough, just their mild interaction on stage was enough to send you into a fit of rage. but you had to see for yourself; you had to know you weren't crazy.

you felt the pit in your stomach, your hands shaking and chest pulsing with every step you took. you reached a quivering hand towards the doorknob, taking a deep breath before quietly twisting.

nothing was going to be the same after. you knew that in your heart. you shut your eyes, tears dripping down to your shoes as you thought about every memory you've ever had with eddie. before the fame, before his deceit, before everything. back when it was just you and him.

it would never be the same.

you busted through the door, your hand still gripping the brass door knob. your eyes immediately welled in more tears at the sight.

eddie leaning back against a velvet couch. the girl from the crowd straddling him, gripping at his leather jacket while she moaned against his lips.

it took everything in you not to scream, not to throw her off of him, not to react. you simply stood, waiting, observing.

he didn't notice your entrance until the girl dipped her head down, her lips diving into the flesh of his neck. his eyes fluttered open, immediately landing on your unearthly calm stance in the door frame. you stared at him blankly, emotionlessly, blinking slowly with tears threatening to spill at any second.

he immediately shoved the girl off of him, but it was too late. by the time he looked back to the door, you were gone.

you practically ran out of the venue, wanting to avoid confrontation in its entirety. you got to your car in one piece, tearing out of the parking lot and down the street. you didn't even bother looking back. you couldn't. not now, not ever.

•••

you slammed the door of your apartment, deadbolt locking it before collapsing to the ground. you let yourself cry, sobs wracking through your body as you shook and screamed to the point of numbness.

your lips and teeth vibrated incessantly, your fingertips gripping onto the hardwood floors as you tried to breathe.

how could he? how could he throw away something that was so beautiful and right and loving? what did those girls have that you didn't? what did they offer that you couldn't?

your breathing stabilized ever so slightly, and you suddenly became hyper-aware of the silence that resided around you. the silence didn't last long, however, as the sound of the key in the keyhole made your head snap towards the front door.

it wouldn't budge. you thanked yourself for deadbolting the door. pounding ensued.

"y/n! please, y/n, baby, please let me in. y/n!" eddie yelled through the door. his fist pounded at the door, his pleading turning into soft cries as his knuckles bled and knees gave way.

you stayed silent. tears poured from your eyes as you listened to eddie's cries, but you wouldn't dare to let him in.

you pushed yourself off the floor, retreating with weak knees towards the bedroom. throwing open the closet and shoving anything and everything you could into bags and suitcases.

it was numbing. packing up everything in a home you once called yours and eddie's. taking the necessities, leaving the memories. all the while, you couldn't help but think back to when eddie still loved you. when he would choose a night at home with you instead of drinking his life away at some bar. when he would do anything to make sure you knew how loved you were. when he would do everything to keep you safe.

what happens when your safe haven is the reason you crumble? when your love drives you to hate?

you yanked your bags off the bed, throwing one last look to the bedroom before turning off the light. this was no longer home. nowhere that included eddie was.

eddie's consistent pounding turned into soft thuds against the door. you could still hear his soft cries and pleas as you stared blankly at the door.

you had to leave. you had no choice now.

pulling open the front door, you felt eddie collapse to his knees in front of you. he shook as he held you, his hands gripping at the fabric of your jeans as he buried his head against you.

you didn't console him. you didn't even look at him. you stared emotionlessly at the darkness of the cul-de-sac through the open door, your body tense and your hands gripping at your bags.

at the sight of the bags, eddie began to panic. he stood up, his hands caressing your face as he begged you to look at him. you couldn't. you wouldn't.

"no, no, no. please. please don't do this. y/n, my love, please. please don't leave me," eddie begged through sobs, tears falling freely down his cheeks. his hands were wet with tears as his thumb stroked your cheek. you had no words. you only stared at him blankly.

you stepped away from him, moving around and attempting to leave without another word from either of you. eddie grasped at your wrist desperately, his touch firm but still gentle. he whipped you around, attempting to pull you into his arms.

you reacted fast. pushing yourself against his chest and his arms dropping to his sides. the two of you stood facing each other, your chest rising and falling with every pained breath you took. tears continued to slip from eddie's eyes, his lips quivering and his breaths shaking.

"please, y/n. i can fix this, please don't leave. i...i need you. i fucking need you," eddie bargained, his voice pleading. if you didn't know any better, you would've thought he sounded genuine. you learned your lesson from the last time.

"well, don't. you clearly didn't need me when you had your little groupie on your lap. save your tears for someone who cares, munson," you bit harshly. you knew you were saying something you didn't mean, but you didn't care. at this very moment, you didn't care about his pleas and his tears. you didn't care about how broken the love of your life looked standing in front of you. maybe, deep down, you did, but you cared about yourself more.

"please. please, y/n. i can fix this. please just let me fix this," eddie sobbed. you picked up your bag from the floor once more, inhaling deeply as fresh tears poured down your cheeks.

"goodbye, eddie." your voice was barely above a whisper. you didn't give him a chance to fight or respond, you turned and walked out the door without another word.

half of you expected him to chase after you. the other half of you prayed he didn't. you couldn't possibly go back after all he has done, all that was broken.

you loaded the trunk of your car with your belongings, allowing soft cries to escape from you as you slammed the trunk. you had no idea where you were going or what came next. you could never bring yourself to think about the "what if" if you and eddie ever broke up. and now, here you were, thinking about everything and nothing all at once.

you turned the car on, your trembling hands holding the steering wheel as you stared out onto the dark, nearly empty street. your breathing evened out gradually, and you managed to steal one last look at the home before leaving.

eddie stood in the doorway, still, watching your every move. he was far from you, but not far enough to where you couldn't see his tear-stained cheeks in the dim light. you swallowed the lump in your throat, putting the car in drive without another thought.

your mother once told you that there's no life without love. you wanted to believe her, you wanted to believe that life was still worth living after your heart had been ripped out of your chest and thrown into lover's lake.

but you couldn't possibly fathom how or when or why. it was presumptuous to believe, but you knew deep down that you would never love anyone as much as you loved eddie munson.

a/n: part two?

[oatmilkslytherin]

ruin me 3/? (d.malfoy)

description: part 3 of ?? of ruin me mini series:) read the other parts !!<33

pairing: draco malfoy x slytherin!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: light cursing, mentions of sexual themes

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @dray-cookies​

y/n’s pov:

i sat anxiously in the common room, my teeth gnawing at my lower lip as my leg bounced relentlessly against the wooden floor. as hard as i tried, i couldn’t get draco out of my wandering mind. much more than the thoughts of how he had me writhing under him only a few nights ago, much more than his dark smirk and piercing blue-grey eyes. 

our run-in at the three broomsticks didn’t end the way i wanted it to. not at all, in fact. i would be lying if i said i’ve never thought about him in that way; how could you not? he was devilishly handsome, incredibly witty, and much smarter than he allowed himself to come off as. not to mention he was equally as dangerous, just as sarcastic and troublesome. truth be told, draco malfoy was my perfect equal. 

i could never tell him this, though. i prided myself on turning down men who thought they had a chance of winning over my heart. i thought him to be the same until he asked me to go out with him on the sunday after our lustful night. i hadn’t expected the question; it was possibly the last thing i thought i’d ever hear come from his pink lips. but it did, and i panicked. 

i cursed myself for letting my guard down the way i did. for panicking to no end and rushing out of the pub without a second thought. if i thought a little longer, perhaps i would’ve said something calm and cool; something that kept him wanting more. instead, i turned him down with no seeming remorse. i cursed myself for it. 

in reality, i dreamt of the thought of being with draco romantically. i thought endlessly about us being together, showing the whole world how we won each other over. it made my heart soar at the thought of it. to everyone else at hogwarts, i was nothing more than the token heartbreaker. as stupid as it sounded, i’d let him break my heart if it meant i could spend a multitude of nights cradled in his arms.

but, the nagging thought in the back of my mind reminded me that love was a scam. with every relationship came the risk of heartbreak, for either part, or perhaps both. i understood it at too well; i experienced it with cormac mclaggen when he ditched me for some girl two years our senior after we had dated for approximately six months. i felt it when adrian pucey told me i was too high-maintenance and only good for the animalistic, carnal things. i could tell you interaction after interaction i’ve had with dim-witted boys who didn’t understand commitment if it slapped them in the face. of course, i understood that this wasn’t the case with every guy. still, i couldn’t help but hear the tiny voice in the back of my mind remind me of my awful track record with relationships; was i willing to let draco just become another one?

the sound of the door to the common room opening snapped me out of my recurring thoughts. i paid no mind to the person as i took a deep breath, fixating my eyes on the fire that flickered in front of me. 

“i want to know why you think you’d ruin me, y/l/n.” my eyes widened as the voice sounded from behind me. i could nearly feel him burning holes into the back of my head as i stared aimlessly into the fire. i swallowed the lump in my throat, pinching at the skin of my fingers to keep from saying something impulsive out of my nervousness.

“some people aren’t meant to love,” i stated simply, relaxing my shoulders into the cushioned backing of the sofa. i heard draco exhale in frustration, listening to his footsteps around the couch until he was slumping his weight next to me. i couldn’t look at him; i stared at the fire, instead.

“what’s that supposed to mean?” draco asked earnestly, his voice soft and delicate. he sounded like he was methodically picking and choosing the right words to say, tip-toeing on eggshells to ask the question.

“i mean,” i started, shifting lightly in my position to cover up my anxiously tapping foot, “some people are not good partners. some people don’t know how to properly love the other...” 

my voice trailed off as i alluded to my previous misfortunes in relationships. 

“if you’re referring to mclaggen and pucey, then believe me when i say i’m not like them,” draco stated softly yet sternly. my face scrunched in confusion; i hadn’t expected him to pay so much attention to me before our sinful rendezvous. not many people knew about what happened with adrian and cormac; they begged me to keep quiet to protect their reputations. draco, however, knew despite this.

“you were dealt a shit hand, y/n. but i’m not them, i wouldn’t do that to you.” the way draco spoke made my heart flutter. i wanted so desperately to believe him. i dreamt of a moment like this since we had met, and now here it was at my disposal, and my heart was screaming ‘no’. still, the logical part of my brain tuned into the way draco spoke and how soft and sure he was. no person in their right mind would go to this length for someone like me... right?

still, i couldn’t ignore the familiar pang in my heart. the sheer thought of getting my heart broken was enough to make me nauseous. my stomach twisted at the possibility of draco being the one to rip my heart in two. i couldn’t handle it. 

“look, draco, you’re an amazing guy, truly. but, i can’t stomach the thought of getting my heart broken. i’m not going to let you ruin me, not in that way at least.” 

before he could say another word, i stood up from the couch and quickly paced towards the girl’s dormitories. i desperately wanted to look back, take my words back and dive head first into whatever it was my heart craved. but, i couldn’t. i had to keep walking and tense my shoulders to keep from stealing a last glance at him. 

i cursed myself for letting my guard down again. this was the second time that i’ve exposed my vulnerability to romantically entwining conversations. the second time i’ve shown draco malfoy that i’m not everything i’ve made myself out to be. i cursed myself for my stupidity. 

i pressed my back into the wooden barricade of my door, letting my head fall back onto it with a soft thump. i sighed outwardly, running my hands through my hair due to my overwhelmed state and pure frustration.

this boy was going to ruin me.

[oatmilkslytherin]

not-so-opposites attract (n.longbottom)

description: a very unlikely friendship forms when slytherin!fem!reader is caught helping the hogwarts house elves in the kitchen. when you mix a kind, confident slytherin and a shy gryffindor with a heart of gold, what will be brewed? request idea by @ausblack​ thank you dear<33

pairing: neville longbottom x slytherin!fem!reader

warnings: none i think

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @dray-cookies​

a/n: love this idea and lil neville warms my heart !!! also this is so long MY GOODNESS 

perhaps it was her kind heart, perhaps it was her even kinder smile. whatever it was about y/n, it caused nearly her entire house to turn against her, but it also bloomed the most beautiful friendships with others. 

y/n couldn’t lie; being called a ‘blood-traitor’ along with a variety of harsh names by her housemates was definitely not the most pleasant experience in the world. she wanted nothing more than to spread a little bit of light and love with everyone at hogwarts, but kindness only caused her fellow slytherins to shun her. people often questioned why she was sorted into slytherin in the first place; y/n questioned it herself. 

however, after a few years of berating comments and a few paper airplanes to the back of her head, she decided it was only worth it to be her true authentic self. perhaps that’s why the majority of her nights she spent with the house elves in the kitchen when she wasn’t sneaking into her friends’ common rooms. 

on this particular night when y/n found herself mindlessly wandering towards the kitchens, she couldn’t help but feel as if she was being followed by something, or someone. her head darted around her in search of any trailing professors or watchful prefects, but none came to sight. y/n shrugged the feeling off, writing it off as her own paranoia. she took one final look around the corridor before disappearing through the kitchen doors. 

the kitchen was bustling with an immense amount of house elves, all chatting amongst themselves as they began preparations for tomorrow’s breakfast. their heads all snapped towards the door as y/n entered, smiles stringing along their little faces as she entered. she couldn’t help but smile back as she made her way over to them.

“oh, miss y/l/n! how lovely it is for you to be here,” one elf, winky, spoke, her smile wide as y/n walked over to her. y/n couldn’t help but smile softly but sympathetically at the house elves beaming up at her.

“please, i insist you call me y/n. miss y/l/n is much too formal,” y/n spoke. the house elves all looked at her as if she was mad, their eyes darting from her to each other.

“professor dumbledore insists we call masters as miss or mister, miss,” dobby piped up hesitantly. y/n smiled fondly at the little house elf; she always had a soft spot for dobby, he was always much too kind and wise for his own good.

“and professor dumbledore may be right, but i am not your master. i am your friend.” her words caused dobby to smile widely, his eyes near to tears as he let out some sound of excitement. y/n could only smile at them, their dispositions utterly heart-warming to the young girl. although their company was quite different from her interactions with her friends, she couldn’t help but be drawn to the house elves who only ever treated her with kindness even since her first year.

y/n followed the house elves around the kitchen as they spoke brightly about their breakfast plans for the following morning. their spirits seemed to peak with the young girl in the room. as the only company they ever had was each other and the occasional professor, they all took a liking to one of the only students who managed to learn all of their names and treat them with nothing but kindness.

as y/n listened intently as one of the house elves taught her how they make the morning bread, a small voice spoke up from behind her.

“quite nice, aren’t they?” the voice piped, making y/n spin around. her eyes met those of neville longbottom, someone who she had only had a few interactions with in their past few years at hogwarts. neville looked as sheepish as ever as he stood behind her, a small grin peaking from the corners of his lips as house elves greeted him softly. 

y/n couldn’t help but smile at neville. she had always taken a liking to his kind hearted disposition, even if he was incredibly shy. neville, much like her, felt as if he was sorted into the wrong house, never feeling as if he displayed the qualities of a typical gryffindor. unlike y/n, however, neville didn’t have to deal with the cold remarks of his demeanor from his fellow housemates. still, y/n couldn’t help but feel drawn to the young boy, and found his bashfulness quite cute.

“they are. i thought i was the only one who came down here,” y/n spoke truthfully. 

“i come down here when i can. i like their company,” neville stated, his cheeks growing a slight shade of pink. y/n smiled brightly at the boy who appeared to have the same interests as her. she turned back towards the house elf, asking if she could continue to show her and neville how the bread was made. neville hesitantly stepped next to y/n, his shoulders slightly tense from nervousness, but he was still as happy as ever.

after that night in the kitchens, neville and y/n spent much of their time with one another. they attempted to make their trips to the kitchen twice a week to talk to the house elves, but outside of the basement, y/n and neville were often found in the greenhouse or the library.

as their friendship grew, y/n couldn’t help but notice more things about neville that she found absolutely captivating. most times when they were in the greenhouse, y/n would let neville talk for hours about the history of herbology and the properties of every plant he laid his eyes on. other nights, neville would watch in awe as y/n rambled about a variety of magical creatures that she took care of beside hagrid. 

neville couldn’t lie; the more time he spent with y/n, the more enamored he became by her. he loved the way she actually sat and listened to his rambling, and even encouraged him to tell her more when he apologized for talking for so long. he was absolutely infatuated with her kindness and intellect, and even grew the courage to ask her for help in his classes. not that he didn’t excel in his classes, but neville really looked for any reason to spend more time with her.

in the same way, y/n found neville absolutely captivating. the more he opened up to her, the more she took a liking to him. he was quite funny when he was comfortable with someone, feeling as if he could actually joke around and even throw slightly sarcastic comments towards y/n. many things about neville took y/n by surprise, and the more she learned of his quirks and habits, the more her feelings developed.

she couldn’t bring herself to tell him that, however. although she wasn’t of the same mindset and attitude as other slytherins, she still knew that she was sorted amongst them. despite how close her and neville became, she couldn’t help but doubt the idea of their friendship turning into anything more. y/n figured that neville wouldn’t want to romantically pursue anything with a slytherin, after all. 

or, so she thought.

y/n wandered around the corridors during her free period, her destination intent on being the library. as she turned the corner, her body collided suddenly with another, causing y/n to drop the books in her arms and let out an audible grunt as she smacked into the opposing body. 

y/n bent down to pick up her books, her mouth already spilling profuse apologies as she kept her eyes trained on the books spread across her feet. 

“watch where you’re going blood traitor,” the voice spat down at y/n, causing her to tense up immediately. of course, the one person she had to run into was someone from her own house. just my luck, she thought.

y/n scrambled to gather the remainder of her books, her eyes still trained on the space between them as a hue of embarrassment spread across her features.

“sorry, marcus,” y/n mumbled, ready to rush past him and towards the library before he scoffed audibly, gripping onto y/n’s passing arm and spinning her to face him. y/n grimaced at the feeling of his hand on her arm, attempting to pry herself out of his grip, but he was persistent.

“where do you think you’re going, y/l/n? off to see your boyfriend, longbottom?” marcus asked, his smirk dark and taunting. y/n gulped in nervousness, finally ripping her arm out of his tight grasp.

“he’s not my boyfriend, flint. besides, what’s it to you?” y/n asked, growing incredibly angered at flint’s taunting. she wasn’t a stranger to the loathsome things the slytherins said about neville; she found it absolutely repulsive, really. while no one had ever said anything to her about her friendship with neville, the word around the castle made her stomach twist in frustration. 

“just thought you couldn’t stoop any lower. guess i was wrong,” marcus egged her on, his wicked smirk still splaying across his face. y/n’s brows furrowed towards him, her grip around the binding of her books tightening intensely as marcus spoke.

“enough, flint. fix your teeth before you try speaking badly upon others.” y/n didn’t know where this sudden burst of confidence came from to speak out against her housemates, but the bottled-up anger became too much for her to suppress. while she could normally handle the harsh commentary about her own disposition, she wasn’t one to let others speak badly upon her friends’ names. 

marcus, however, was not a fan of her words. the smirk dropped from his face, anger washing over his features as he took a step closer to y/n.

“watch your mouth, y/l/n. don’t forget i know where you sleep at night,” flint threatened. normally, y/n would immediately cower away, making him believe he won. but right now, years of suppressed anger was threatening to bubble from her lips; she wasn’t going to back down now.

“you’re pathetic to sit here and berate a girl who has been nothing but kind to you for the past five years. maybe if you put the same passion for me into your team, you guys could actually win a match,” y/n retorted, a fake pout stringing across her face to mock him. marcus seemed to boil at this comment, his fists tightening at his sides. y/n swore that she could nearly see the steam coming out of his ears.

“i’ll make you regret those words, blood-traitor. how about you go run off to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend? salazar knows what you see in him; he resembles the toad he lost first ye-” 

marcus’ words were caught off abruptly by y/n’s hand sharply connecting with his cheek, the palm of her hand leaving a stinging red mark on his skin. y/n’s eyes widened suddenly when the pulsing redness settled into her hand and she stared at marcus who was doubled-over slightly to the side, caressing his cheek in his hand.

“you aren’t a quarter of the man neville is. any girl would be lucky to be with him. now piss off, flint,” y/n spat viciously.

she expected the worst. she expected a ferocious stinging slap of her own to reside on her cheek, any long-term hex settling into her skin, or merlin forbid, even an unforgivable curse to be thrown haphazardly at her. she winced slightly, tensing her shoulders to prepare for marcus’ next move.

instead, though, he stalked off. turning on his heel abruptly, he strode tensely down the corridor, muttering something unintelligible as he rounded the corner. y/n let out a shaky breath as he disappeared from her line of sight, her shoulders relaxing into her stance.

“y/n!” y/n spun around suddenly, her eyes immediately meeting neville’s who was rounding the nearest corner. she looked rather sheepish as she stood in front of him, her palm still tender and her face still slightly flushed from the argument that ensued not even five minutes prior.

before y/n could even properly greet him, he spoke again. “i heard what you said... to marcus, i mean.”

her eyes widened at his words, an even deeper shade of red settling into her skin. she opened her mouth to speak, stumbling over how to start her sentence as thoughts filled her mind.

“i-i mean it’s true. i meant every... every single word,” y/n finally tut out, a small smile spreading across her cheeks. she couldn’t deny any longer that she fancied neville; perhaps it was her ambition that finally pushed her to act on her feelings.

a wide smile spread across neville’s face as his eyes darted around y/n’s frame, becoming increasingly more flustered from her kind words and even kinder smile. 

“neville, i fancy you. and if you don’t feel the same way, that’s okay but i needed to-”

y/n was suddenly engulfed in neville’s embrace, his warmth enveloping her in his arms as he wrapped himself entirely around her. y/n was slightly caught off-guard, but quickly softened at his touch, melting in his embrace and wrapping her arms around his torso.

“of course i fancy you too, y/n. i’d be crazy not to,” neville spoke, laughing lightly in between a few of his words. y/n smiled widely with her face buried in his chest, her heart fluttering with excitement at his words. 

she looked up at neville as their arms were still wrapped around each other. smiles tugged at the corners of their lips, hearts beating rapidly out of their chests as they stared at each other in awe. 

“can i kiss you?” neville asked timidly, making y/n smile even wider at his constant need to be a gentleman. it was just one of the many things she absolutely adored about him.

“i’d thought you’d never ask.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

fine line (d.malfoy)

description: it’s notorious that draco and fem!reader don’t exactly get along with one another, so much so that it’s seemingly become a part of their personalities. when a heated argument leads to an even more heated kiss, they learn how to draw the line between love and hate.

pairing: draco malfoy x non slytherin!fem!reader

warnings: none ??

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @dray-cookies​ 

a/n: sorry for my brief disappearance:) requests are open still i love you all

y/n’s pov:

there was a fine, fine line between love and hate. i knew i absolutely loved days when clouds brushed across the blue painted sky, shielding the castle in brief moments of cool shade. i adored the feeling of new ink on parchment. and i yearned for the feeling of the first bite of an apple when they were freshly picked from the trees. 

however, i knew i absolutely detested waking up early. i loathed the feeling of dry, cracked hands along my bedspread. and with every fiber of my being, i hated draco lucius malfoy.

it started off as nothing more than his pure distaste for the stereotypes that circulated amongst my house. then, it slowly progressed to his annoyance of my attitude whenever he acted like the spoilt little kid he was. now, in our sixth year, draco and i practically spat on each other every chance we got, never missing an opportunity to spew words of hatred towards each other whether the other was present or not.

today was nothing short of this. draco definitely did not hesitate to rip me into pieces when he caught me sneaking out of my common room past curfew. him being a prefect now, it only gave him more of an excuse to be so cruel towards me. after a while, you’d think i’d learn to be more careful when he was doing his rounds. 

i didn’t.

i crept around the corner, one of my hands gliding along the cold stone wall and the other tightly gripping my wand on the off-chance i would run into any professors or the caretaker, filch. 

my eyes squinted in attempt to adjust to the incredibly dim lightly that consumed the corridors. each step i took was one of caution, being extra mindful of the echoing walls that surrounded me as my feet padded along the hall. 

i knew it was stupid to be sneaking out so late especially when i’ve been caught a handful of times by none other than draco himself. however, the thrill was absolutely intoxicating. besides, when my best friends owled me to tell me they convinced the house elves to make them the most luxurious treats, i couldn’t pass an opportunity like this up.

i turned the last corner before my destination, about to break out into a quiet sprint before my body collided with a much larger stature. i let out an audible ‘oof’ as i found myself pressed against my counterpart, my hands reaching out to grasp anything to keep my unstable body from collapsing. the first thing my hands managed to grasp was the fabric of some expensive-feeling material. 

my eyes darted up immediately as i felt two hands wrap around my forearms, gripping into my skin tightly. i gulped audibly as i peered up at the figure, my throat going dry as anticipation coursed through my veins and into my thudding heart.

“y/l/n... why am i not surprised?” his voice made me shudder as i frantically released the fabric of his dress shirt from my grip. his hands, however, stayed resting on my forearms, containing me in our close proximity. 

“gonna turn me in now, malfoy?” i scoffed, attempting to suppress the nervousness coursing through me. draco only smirked at my words, eyeing me with an intense ferocity that made my knees buckle.

“actually, i’m not assigned to do my rounds tonight. you’re lucky i caught you and not zabini,” draco mused, his smirk impossibly cocky as he stared into me. i rolled my eyes, attempting to wriggle my arms from his grip, but he was relentless.

“you’re absolutely infuriating, malfoy,” i muttered, taking a step back from him. draco’s hold on me only tightened as he pulled me back towards him, our bodies pressed together so close that i could feel his warm breath fan across my face as i craned my neck up to glare at him.

“as are you, y/l/n,” draco spat back, his cocky smirk dissolving into the usual look of hatred and annoyance he had whenever he saw me. i had half a mind to just walk away and leave the situation as it was, but the other part of me was flooded with adrenaline and the overwhelming desire to pick a fight in the dead of night.

“i could be worse. at least i don’t walk around acting like i own the school just because my daddy’s rich,” i sneered, a smirk of my own finding home on my lips. draco pursed his lips together, his jaw clenching as his pressed his fingertips into the skin of my arm. 

“watch your mouth, y/l/n. it’s gonna get you in big trouble one day,” draco muttered, his eyes glazing over with a looming darkness. i didn’t listen to his warning, though, knowing that i had the upper-hand for the first time in a long time in this dispute.

“big like your ego? honestly, malfoy, you-”

my rambling was cut off by his lips on mine. my breathing hitched immediately as i felt the softness against me, my eyes widening momentarily as i felt frozen in place. i contemplated the entire scenario, wondering if this was real life or just some convoluted dream i was having. 

after my momentary crisis of surprise, i melted into the kiss, the tenseness of my shoulders dissolving as i moved my lips against his. the kiss was full of rage and years of hatred between us, our lips moving frantically and passionately against one another’s. draco pulled me even closer to him, our bodies now melting into one another’s as he traced circles into the skin of my forearm. 

my heart was beating out of my chest, i was sure he could feel it due to our close proximity. never in a million years did i think i’d be kissing my sworn enemy in the middle of a dark corridor hours past curfew. but, here we were. was it stupid to say that i kind of liked it?

draco pulled away from the kiss first. our breathing was heavy and uneven, and even in the dim light i could see his swollen lips and the soft red hue that painted his porcelain skin. he looked just as flustered as i felt. 

“you’re absolutely infuriating. i loathe you with every bone in my body. but, merlin have i wanted to do that for the longest time,” draco spoke finally, his words coming out slightly faltered and shaky from his jagged breathing. i could only smirk up at him when he spoke, moving my arms from his grasp and wrapping them around his neck.

“there’s a fine line between love and hate. in fact, i don’t think you hate me at all,” i laughed, making draco roll his eyes. his hands moved to grip my hips, keeping my body pressed against his. 

“not at all,” he spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. i couldn’t help but notice how sheepish he looked in this moment. it was a nice change of scenery considering i’ve spent the last five years staring at his glowering eyes and wicked smirk. 

“in that case, i don’t hate you either. not at all,” i teased, moving my lips closer to his once more. draco’s breathing hitched as our lips brushed against one another’s.

“you’re so annoying, just kiss me again,” draco muttered as his grip tightened on my waist. i smiled as i happily obliged, pressing our lips together once more in a much softer, needier way.

after so many years of hating draco, maybe i was just confused where we actually drew the line.

[oatmilkslytherin]

so this is love (f.weasley)

description: small drabble about married life with fem!reader and fred:)) would recommend listening to the louis armstrong version of la vie en rose to this because that’s what i pictured<33

pairing: fem!reader x fred weasley

requested: yes / no

warnings: none just pure fluff

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @potatothingsz​

the winter seemed awfully colder this year. you couldn’t put your finger on why or how, but you knew it would’ve been much colder without your loving husband wrapping his entire lanky body around your petite frame as he did most mornings. this morning, however, was much different. 

the winter sun shone through the sheer curtains of your bedroom. a soft breeze enveloped every nook and cranny of the white walls, gently caressing your face that poked out from the top of the duvet. you shivered slightly at the feeling, prying your eyes open to welcome the morning shine.

you turned over in the warm bed, your eyebrows furrowing softly when you realized fred was not curled up in the spot next to you. your ears tuned into the faint sound of a saxophone coming from somewhere downstairs. you smiled lightly to yourself, knowing that fred was already up despite the impossibly cold weather and dreadful early morning.

you pried yourself from the mattress, heaving the blanket up with you as you brought it around your body that was adorned with one of fred’s old t-shirts. you made your way out of the bedroom, the music from the record player filling your ears as you made your way towards the kitchen.

the sound was undoubtedly delightful; it reminded you solely of fred as you shared your abundance of winters together. although he would never admit it to his friends, fred absolutely loved old-timey jazz music. he said it reminded him of something from a past life, or perhaps the feeling of falling in love with you all over again.

you relished in the thought, smiling softly to yourself as you softly pushed the door to the kitchen open. there fred stood, a mug in one hand with his other hand wrapped around a spatula. he swayed to the music in place, pushing around the assortment of breakfast foods in the pan in front of him as he hummed lowly.

“good morning, freddie,” you spoke softly, coming up behind him and wrapping your arms around his bare torso, allowing the blanket to warm the lower half of his body. fred smiled, turning the burner off as spinning around immediately to pull you against his chest. 

“good morning, darling. hungry?” he asked, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. you nodded into his chest, pressing yourself further against his warmth. although the house was chilling to the bone from the relentless winter weather, fred was still as warm and welcoming as the day you had met him; physically and mentally. 

breakfast seemed to be pushed from both of your minds as fred held you in his arms, swaying to the jazzy love song emitting from the record player. the feeling of his humming reverberated through his chest, dulling you into a state of pure calm as you let your body sway with his. 

you were always a sap for moments like this with your husband; moments where nothing else seemed to matter to either of you. he wasn’t worried about the shop or the seemingly endless amounts of paperwork on his desk; you weren’t worried about what tomorrow was going to bring, what workload you’d be bringing home for the week. it was just you and him, just as it had always been.

suddenly, fred dropped the duvet from your shoulders, letting it fall onto the kitchen floor as he dragged the tips of his fingers against the exposed skin of your arms. his fingers entwined with your own, dipping his head down so he was now face level with your ear.

“dance with me, my love,” he murmured into your ear before pressing a feather-light kiss to your temple. you blushed at his request, a smile fluttering to your lips. even after being with fred for years, he never failed to give you butterflies. 

you rested one hand on his shoulder while your other remained tangled with fred’s. his other hand dropped to your hip, a crooked smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he slowly led you around the kitchen to the slow melody of the song. 

you smiled up at your husband as he careened you back and forth through the kitchen, taking his time to spin you under his arm or press soft kisses to your lips. 

"this reminds me of our wedding,” fred started, staring lovingly into your eyes as he ran his hand innocently up and down your waist that was covered with the fabric of his shirt. you smiled fondly at the memory. although you and fred had shared many dances together, dances like this were hard to come by. the ones where there was nothing in the world that could ruin a moment like this; ones where you could only feel yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with one another.

“you look even more beautiful than when i married you, somehow,” fred cooed, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. your cheeks blushed with a soft pink hue as you smiled up at him.

“must be the married-woman glow,” you teased, running your free hand through his hair. fred smiled down at you, pressing your bodies even closer together as both of his hands fell to wrap around your waist while both of your wrapped around his neck. 

“i must be the luckiest man on earth, then.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

coming soon

i apologize profusely for the lack of posts, i have so many ideas and drafts but i cannot seem to find the motivation to write !! i’m not doing super well mentally rn and everything seems so hard to do rn:// i promise more imagines are coming soon big thank you to everyone here. i love you !

[oatmilkslytherin]

what the stars know (d.malfoy)

description: fem!reader and draco have been dating since their fifth year at hogwarts, but were unexpectedly torn about after the battle of hogwarts. the two lovers have spent nearly a year apart now, and all draco can do is wish on the stars that she’ll come back

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

warnings: none just FLUFFY

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @potatothingsz​ 

a/n: kinda sad but super fluffy draco imagine because i simp for this man on the daily

draco’s pov:

181 days ago, the school i called home was attacked and disintegrated into nothing more than rubble and ruins. 181 days ago, i watched the people i grew up with lose their lives and wills to live as my family members wreaked havoc on the school grounds. 181 days ago, the love of my life was ripped from my arms, and i could only sit here 4,344 hours later and blame myself for not holding onto her tight enough.

it felt close to pointless holding on so tight to someone who probably hated the sound of my very name. she never knew i was a death eater, she never could. i cared for her safety much more than my own, even now, even 181 days later. part of me wished for her return back into my arms; i wanted nothing more than to have her in my arms when the lonely nights left me with nothing but cold sheets and a pang in my heart.

after the war ended and both my mother and father were pardoned from being sent to azkaban, they decided it was best for me to live on my own to avoid the rather traumatic restraints the manor enveloped me in. luckily for me, blaise and pansy were also looking for a place to live in attempt to forget the memories of our young adulthood at hogwarts. 

now, we resided in a lonesome house close to the sea that was much too large for the three of us. we made it work between us, but most often i would retreat to my bedroom before and after meals, only ever coming out for small talk with the two of them. 

although they didn’t bring up the situation, i could tell they were concerned about me. i looked almost worse than i did when i was fixing up the vanishing cabinet in the room of requirement. they never questioned my well-being, however, as it usually just ended up with me storming off mid-conversation back to the haven of my bedroom. while i appreciated their company, it meant little to nothing anymore when i was just dwelling in my world without her. 

the world was rather lonely without her. most nights, i would sit at my bedroom window staring at the speckled stars in the night sky thinking of her. as absolutely dreadful as it sounds, the night sky reminded me of her eyes. they always had a sort of sparkle in them when she caught a glimpse of me. merlin, i thought about her eyes every night.

some nights, i would even pick my favorite star in the sea of light and wish for her. mother used to tell me when i was younger that if you wish on the brightest star in the night sky, your wish would come true. i have never believed in a ball of dust and matter more until i was without her; i desperately hoped that one day, the star would hear me and allow my wish to come true. 

this night was much like the others. 

i sat just below the window of my bedroom, the curtain blinds swaying lightly in the fall breeze and the sounds of waves crashing filling my ears. i leaned with my elbow on my knee, my hand propping my chin up as my eyes darted from star to star in search of the brightest one in the vastness. 

at last, my eyes landed upon the biggest, brightest star in the night sky as it pulsed rapidly against its black background. i sighed outwardly in attempt to soothe my rapid breathing and sore heart before letting my eyes flutter shut.

i could only manage to choke out a small “please” to the star as thoughts of her flooded my mind. i thought of her in our first moments, and i reminisced on her in our final ones. i thought of when we first met in our first year, how pure and innocent she looked when we were eleven; the way her y/h/c hair framed her smiling face as she sat next to me in the dining hall post-sorting. i thought of her laugh and her wide smile when she spotted me in our first class of the day. i thought of the way her eyes widened when i first told her i liked her. i thought of her reddened cheeks the first time i kissed her when we were only 15. i thought of every gift she gave me for our anniversaries, all accompanied with a heartfelt, handwritten note about something beautiful and poetic. i thought of the tears in her eyes when i followed my mother out of the hogwarts grounds. 

tears leaked from the corners of my eyes as i thought about every moment i had with her, and how many more i would have if i chose to stay. i cursed myself for leaving without saying goodbye, without kissing her one last time, without telling her how much i love her. 

“please. please bring her back,” i whispered to the star with my eyes still closed and tears falling freely from my closed eyelids. for a moment, i swore i could hear her laughter again.

-

the next morning, i awoke to a beam of sunlight dancing upon my pale features. i squinted as i attempted to pry my eyes open, my hand coming up to shield my eyes from the burning daylight. i groaned outwardly from the rude awakening, turning over in my cold sheets to face the small clock that resided on my nightstand. 8:08.

i haphazardly shoved the sheets off of my body, shivering as the cold replaced the warmth of the spread. there was no use in trying to go back to sleep now, i would only be tossing and turning for another hour. 

i shrugged an old sweater over my body before padding over to my bedroom door, yanking it open with no regard for my sleeping roommates. as soon as i opened the door however, i was met with faint high-pitched chattering from what sounded like the kitchen. i furrowed my eyebrows, wondering why in the world blaise and pansy were up so early; they were most definitely not morning people in the slightest. 

i trudged down the stairs towards the kitchen, running my hands over my face and through my hair in attempt to rub the sleep out of my eyes. 

i swung the door to the kitchen open, padding inside and towards the cupboards for a mug.

“morning,” i muttered to blaise and pansy, not bothering to look up at them. i grabbed a mug from the shelf, beginning to fill it with water already boiled from the kettle when i heard pansy let out a small laugh. i furrowed my brows once more, wondering why her attitude was so chipper for it being 8 in the morning. 

“what’s got you in such a good mood?” i asked with a tinge of annoyance in my voice, my eyes still trained on my mug and the tea bag that now resided in it. 

“if you used your eyes for once, draco, maybe it would put you in a good mood as well,” pansy stated cooly, soft laughter still spilling from her lips. i snapped my head towards her, ready to go off on her for her remark and attitude before my heart nearly stopped. 

there she was. sitting with a mug in her hands at my kitchen table, a soft smile spread across her features with her eyes crinkled in suppressed laughter. i blinked rapidly a few times, wondering if this was all some vile, desired-filled dream, or if she was really there. really, really there. 

she stood up from the chair, pacing over to me with a wide smile and bright, slightly teary eyes. i couldn’t bring myself to move, i felt frozen in place with pure shock as she stood before me. my heart raced rapidly, my mouth going dry as my mind scratched for something, anything to say.

“hi, draco,” she spoke, a single tear falling from her eyes as she smiled up at me. my mind faltered on any coherent sentence as i took in her presence. her hair was longer than it was when i last saw her, and the wounds she sustained from the battle were long gone. she looked just as beautiful as i remembered, even more beautiful if it was possible. 

i suddenly remembered my ability to move, and my arms immediately wound around her, nearly toppling her over with my embrace. she giggled in my arms, letting her small frame envelop into mine as she wrapped her arms around my torso, resting her head against my chest. 

a few tears slipped from my eyes as i pulled her closer into me, feeling entirely overwhelmed from the situation. 

“merlin, y/n. i thought i’d never see you again,” i muttered against her hair, squeezing her so tight i was fearful that i was going to crush her. i couldn’t help myself; after 181 days without the love of my life, i couldn’t bare the thought of letting her go again. i felt her smile against my chest as she rubbed soft, soothing circles in the small of my back. 

“i’d always come back to you dray. always,” she whispered, tilting her head up towards mine. i softened my tight grip on her, staring down at her with both of our ears teary but wide smiles plastered on both of our faces. 

i leaned down towards her, locking our lips in a soft, but desperate kiss. our lips met in a salty, smiling mess as i melted entirely into her. for the first time in 6 months, i felt whole again. 

i pulled away from her slightly, my eyes not daring to leave hers. i brushed a few strands of her long hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear as i gently ran my fingertips across her soft features. 

i tore my eyes away from hers for only a moment only to eye blaise and pansy who were still seated at the table, smiles grazing their features. it had been such a long time since any of us have smiled like this; of course, y/n was the only one who could bring light like this out of any of us. 

“did you guys do this?” i asked, my smile unfaltering as i glanced between my two friends.

“took a bloody long time, but we were able to track her down. she’s a sly one,” pansy stated, a smile lingering on her own face. i couldn’t help but feel my heart swell at the thought of my friends doing something so grand for me.

“don’t i know it,” i teased, pressing another kiss to the top of y/n’s head. she smiled lovingly up at me, unable to hold back a soft giggle that escaped her lips. 

-

y/n’s head rested on my chest as i wrapped her in my arms, our backs pressed into the soft warm sheets as she traced circled onto the fabric of my shirt. a song played softly from the radio on the table, y/n softly humming along as i ran my fingers through her hair. 

“i asked the stars every night to bring you back. after a while, i thought they stopped listening,” i admitted softly to her. y/n shifted her body, tilting her head up to look at me with a soft smile glazing her features. oh, how i missed her smile.

“funnily enough, i asked the stars for the same thing. seems like they were listening after all.” she leaned up to press a soft kiss to my cheek, her lips lingering for a moment before she buried her head in the crook of my neck. i relished in her soft exhales and warm breath that fluttered across the skin of my neck.

funny what the stars know, i suppose.

[oatmilkslytherin]

about time (g.weasley)

description: george weasley and fem!reader have been best friends ever since they began attending hogwarts together. after so many years of like turning into love, george feels as if he’s too late to confess his feelings towards his best friend who is now in a loving relationship with adrian pucey. that is, until he finds out adrian’s dirty secret.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader, slight adrian pucey x fem!reader

warnings: mention of sexual themes

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @potatothingsz​ 

a/n: another character i’ve been dying to write for because i’m in love w the weasleys<33 also lowkey in love with adrian pucey sorry <33

you had been a quidditch fan since before you could remember. even before your attendance at hogwarts, your father used to keep you up to date on all the quidditch-related news, players, etc. so when you began attending hogwarts, your love for quidditch had only sky-rocketed. when your best friends joined the gryffindor house team, it doubled if even possible. 

although you never had a knack for playing, you absolutely loved watching your favorite twins causing a commotion up on their brooms. they would always be the ones to try to catch your eyes in the stands as you cheered relentlessly for them, but you couldn’t deny the fact that a certain pair of eyes always made you melt under them.

george weasley. even his name caused you to blush wildly at the mere sound of it. you and george had become best friends during your first year after a prank-gone-wrong in your potions class. although the memory was from long ago, you couldn’t forget his singed eyebrows and lime green hair. you, on the other hand, managed to get away with a lime-green stain on your robes. ever since then, it was history.

you had always thought your relationship with george was strictly platonic. you two spent many nights together planning pranks and distractedly studying for your classes. that was, until one night when fred had retrieved you from the library, out of breath as he ran up to you mumbling about fred’s disheveled and drunken state in the gryffindor common room. 

while you knew the gryffindor house was throwing a party for an end of the year celebration, you decided against attending due to your stress from o.w.l examinations. in the midst of your studying, fred had quickly but silently ran up to you in the library, his own steps slightly haphazard and clumsy as he crouched by your table. he claimed that george had a bit too much to drink, and was refusing to go to bed unless you were there with him. while the request caught you wildly off guard, you agreed and followed fred to the gryffindor common room to coax your best friend to turn in for the night.

while everything had been platonic up to that point, you couldn’t forget the way george clung to you as you walked him to his dorm. his half-lidded gaze and incoherent mumblings made you smile as you eventually reached his room. you were close to turn away until he insistently slurred on you staying with him for the night, to which you reluctantly agreed. since then, you haven’t been able to forget the way he wrapped himself around you under the covers, the way he drunkenly spoke about how much he loved you.

the next day, you began to think it was all either a lie, or he just meant it in the platonic sense. you decided on the latter, as he had been acting completely normal around you like the previous night never happened. 

you chose to never bring it up again in fear of ruining your friendship, but you couldn’t deny how undeniably infatuated you were with your best friend. 

now, you didn’t have time to remember or forget the incident. closely following george’s drunken night in the common room, you had been approached by none other than adrian pucey, the chaser for the slytherin quidditch team. you had always thought pucey was handsome, but more in an admiring-from-afar sort of way. it became much more than that, however, when you two began dating.

although george wouldn’t admit it, the thought of you dating pucey itched at his skin. he couldn’t stand being around you two when you were together, as it took every fibre of his being to not punch adrian into the ground for stealing you away.

you were never his to begin with, but he felt cheated. cheated in the way that he wanted you all to himself, and he would’ve loved the chance to soberly tell you that, but his own nerves and doubts got in the way. only after you and adrian started dating did fred accidentally spill the fact that you had basically been in love with george. george now kicked himself on not jumping on his only opportunity earlier, or what he thought was his only opportunity.

george wandered aimlessly around the quidditch pitch and changing rooms, kicking at the loose rocks and tufts of grass that got in his way. he didn’t want to be near the castle right now, as it only meant that he would have to deal with seeing you and adrian being all lovey-dovey during dinner. 

the thought killed him. he wanted nothing more than to be with you, both in a romantic and best friendship sort of way. that’s what he loved most about you; the way that you were so comfortable being your fully authentic self around him. now, he was reduced to only being your best friend. while he was still glad to be in your life in that sense, he knew deep down he wanted more. 

george stopped his pacing abruptly when he heard a slam come from the slytherin changing rooms. george furrowed his brows slightly at the sound, knowing that no one besides him would be out by the pitch during dinner. as his curiosity peaked, george quietly made his way into the slytherin changing rooms, poking his head through the doors to get a glimpse of the source.

what he saw then made his jaw drop to the floor.

adrian pucey with his trousers half down and a girl who was not you wrapped around his hips and pressed against the wall. adrian’s head snapped towards the door as george poked his head in, his eyes widening as he caught a glimpse. in a panic, he nearly dropped the nameless girl from her position on the wall, scrambling to pull his pants back up as the girl scrambled for her own shirt. 

george was absolutely stunned at the sight. while he had known pucey to be a rather egotistical slytherin, he never thought in a million years he would be a cheater. from what george saw, pucey seemed absolutely enamored by you, always hanging off of your arm and pressing soft kisses anywhere that you allowed. 

but this, definitely was not that.

“you’re a dead man, pucey,” george spat, shaking his head slightly before retreating from the slytherin changing rooms. adrian stuttered as he tried to think of some excuse, fumbling over his own feet as he paced after george, who was already heading back to the castle. 

“it’s not what it looks like, weasley. please don’t tell y/n,” adrian pleaded, running his hands through his hair in exasperation. george had only scoffed, not even bothering to turn to face adrian in fear that he would only punch him, both for the fact that he had cheated on the girl he loved, as well as the fact that he took her from him in the first place.

“right, like i’m not going to tell my best friend you’re shagging someone else during dinner. tough luck, buddy,” george laughed lightly in attempt to suppress his anger towards the situation. without another word, george paced fervently back into the castle with only one thing on his mind: you.

-

word got around hogwarts fast. most people shunned adrian for doing something so harsh to someone like you, someone who wouldn’t even dare hurt a fly. others thought it was typical of him to do something so vile given his egotistical nature. you, on the other hand, were entirely heartbroken and shattered by the news.

thankfully, george was the one to tell you. he told you how he found them in the slytherin changing rooms by the pitch, and how he pleaded him not to tell you. you thanked him for being honest, but it didn’t change the fact that your now ex-boyfriend was cheating on you for merlin knows how long. 

adrian had tried to apologize to you and mend what he broke. you were not having any of it, though. 

it had been a week since george told you the gut-wrenching news. you figured the entire situation was over and done with since adrian had not even attempted to make amends. you were proved wrong, however, when a sharp knock elicited from your dorm room door. you reluctantly pried it open, your eyes meeting none other than adrian himself, his own cheeks slightly flushed and stained with tears. looking at him, you thought you would burst into tears. you only allowed yourself to remain emotionless and cold as he stood in front of you.

“please, y/n. it was a mistake. i love YOU, and only you,” adrian pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes as he croaked out his cries. you only shook your head, scoffing at his attempts to fix his horrid mistake.

“if you truly loved me, you wouldn’t have done it. we’re done, pucey, end of the story,” you ruthlessly spat at him, anger overcoming your entirety as you spoke. before he could get another word in, you muttered another short ‘no’ followed by lesser kind words before you slammed the door in his face. 

less than a minute later, another knock sounded from your door, making you groan in frustration. you pried yourself from the comfort of your bed once more, stomping over to the door before wrenching it open.

“i told you, pucey. i’m not getting back-” you cut your sentence short as your gaze met the figure’s in front of you, who was most definitely not adrian.

george stood with his eyes wide at your slight outburst, a small grin tugging at his lips despite your frustration.

“remind me to never cross you,” george spoke lightheartedly. your hardened gaze softened as you stepped to the side, welcoming george into your dorm. you shut the door softly behind him as he sat at the edge of your bed.

“i’m sorry, adrian was just here, i thought he came back for some forsaken reason,” you grumbled, letting yourself slouch back onto your bed next to george. george only gave you a soft, sympathetic smile, turning to face you.

“how are you feeling?” george asked as he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. it was the smallest of affections, but it made you blush uncontrollably. you tried to suppress it by averting your attention to the space in between you and him.

“fine, i suppose. i cried it all out, now i’m just angry, i think,” you spoke truthfully. in the past two days of your heartbreak, you had grown to realize that the thought of adrian cheating on you hurt, of course, but you didn’t want to waste tears on someone who didn’t appreciate you enough to begin with. the more you thought about it, the more you realized that adrian’s love language was all for show. on paper, he appeared like an absolute gentleman who could do no harm. behind closed doors, however, it was like he didn’t care if you were there or not. 

in your opinion, it all seemed like an unnecessary, grotesque publicity stunt. the only thing adrian didn’t realize, though, was that there was no one who cared about him enough to watch. 

“i’m sorry, y/n. you deserve better,” george spoke, his hand reaching to grab yours in his, grazing his thumb lightly over the back of your hand. shivers shot throughout your spine at his touch, the heat rising back to your cheeks as you suppressed the soft smile pulling at your lips. 

besides your sudden realization that adrian had no sustenance in a relationship, you also couldn’t help but wonder if you only said ‘yes’ to him because you wanted to get your mind off of someone else. while you admitted that it wasn’t fair of you to write your relationship with adrian off as you just using him to get over your unrequited love of george, you knew that deep down you knew it was never meant to last. 

now, as george sat side-by-side with you, your hand in his as he traced indefinable figured on the back of your hand, you realized that all you wanted all along was him. 

you glanced up at george quickly before settling your gaze back on the bedding, a soft smile stringing along your lips.

“yeah? like who?” you asked, laughing slightly at your own question. george smirked as his other hand reached up, two of his fingers tucking themselves under your chin and pulling your face up to look him in the eyes. your body was coursing with nerves and excitement, your heart beating rapidly as you had just taken note of the close proximity between you two. 

“i, for one, would never cheat on you,” george said playfully, a red hue glazing his features as he smiled at you. you couldn’t help but smile back at him as you stared deeply into his brown eyes.

“well, i suppose that would apply if we were dating, but we’re not,” you spoke equally as playfully. george let out a light laugh as he inched his face closer to yours, your noses grazing against one another’s. your heart beat increased rapidly as you felt his warm breath against your lips, your own breath hitching at his closeness.

“we could be. and i could tell you over and over again how wonderful and worth it you are,” george said, his voice barely above a whisper. you bit down on your lower lip lightly as your mind raced with the idea of being with the one person you haven’t been able to get your mind off of for who knows how long.

“i suppose we could, then,” you breathlessly replied. george smiled at your flustered response, finally closing the gap between the two of you and pressing his lips against yours. 

you immediately melted into the kiss, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck as you tangled one of your hands in his soft hair. george immediately responded to your actions by settling his hands on your waist, pulling you closer into him until your legs draped over his lap. 

your lips met his with enraged passion, smiles and laughter spilling from both of your mouths as your lips met over and over again in pure ecstasy. in a slight fit of laughter, you both pulled away, breathless and eyes sparkling with excitement. you and george still remained tangled together, looking into each other’s eyes as you smiled widely. 

george pressed a few more sweet kisses to multiple plots on your face, nearly assaulting you with his lips on your skin. you couldn’t help but throw your head back in laughter, your head spinning at the thought of finally being able to kiss your best friend. george couldn’t suppress his own smiles and laughs, leaning down to press a final kiss to your lips.

“merlin, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do that.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

trials and tribulations (h.potter)

description: harry and fem!reader have a bit of trouble when fem!reader admits she’s not comfortable enough with him yet. can they make it through the trials and tribulations of love, or are they destined to forever be the lonely ones?

pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: none 

taglist: @jud3cardan​ @potatothingsz​ 

a/n: first real request and i absolutely love this concept !! i think there’s a lot of unspoken things that people go through in relationships and i absolutely adore the idea of talking about them<33 i’m sorry if i didn’t do this request justice !!

relationships weren’t incredibly familiar to you. in your time at hogwarts, you had not been highly sought after, preferring to keep yourself under the radar for the most part. sure, you had your friends and had a few crushes here and there, but nothing was ever acted upon.

that’s why it came as a huge surprise to you when hermione had told you harry potter fancied you.

of course he did. you were beautiful and wise beyond your years, at least that’s what your friends told you. you both ran in the same circles, had a multitude of conversations as you grew up together, but you never thought you’d see the day when he’d be in front of you asking you to accompany him to hogsmeade one winter afternoon.

but that was months ago. now, it was the start of your sixth year and you and harry had been practically inseparable ever since. being that it was your first relationship, you two hadn’t done much more than holding hands and sparing quick kisses before parting ways to bed. you were comfortable and you felt safe; you often wondered if there was anything more that you could want.

this night was unlike the few you shared together since the beginning of your relationship. it wasn’t uncommon for you two to use the gryffindor common room as your usual place of solitude, but most of those nights were spent studying for hours on end. hell, the most romantic it ever got those nights were when you would let harry wrap you up in his arms while you read him a novel. 

tonight, however, you felt incredibly on edge. your homework was finished and the novel was read cover to cover, but harry still had trouble parting so early into the evening. so, now here you both were laying on the couch in front of the fireplace, harry with his head on your chest as his body rested comfortably in between your legs. you weren’t necessarily uncomfortable, but it was definitely the most affection you have experienced. 

you ran your fingers softly through his hair as he laid on your chest, becoming increasingly aware of your rapid breathing which you tried to keep calm and steady. harry shifted slightly in between you, repositioning himself so his head was now resting in the crook of your neck. the close proximity made you extremely nervous. you knew, realistically, there was no reason you should feel uncomfortable around your boyfriend. however, you couldn’t ignore the nagging sense of shyness by this new experience.

harry began pressing feather-light kisses where his head lay, making your body stiffen up slightly. apart from the few pecks you both shared, it was incredibly unfamiliar to feel his lips against your skin. you shifted tensely under him, attempting to signal that this was far too much affection given your previous interactions. 

harry’s lips moved relentlessly against the skin of your neck, now peppering your jawline with soft, slow kisses. while it would’ve been romantic further down the line, you found your heart racing relentlessly, threatening to beat out of your chest if continued. 

“harry...” you trailed off with an unsure tone, making his head snap up from the crook of your neck. his eyebrows were furrowed in concern as he eyed your curiously, scanning your face for any sense of emotion.

“what is it, love? did i do something wrong?” he questioned, holding himself up to look into your eyes. you bit down on your lip, feeling rather sheepish under his stare. 

“i-i’m sorry... i just don’t think i’m comfortable with this...” you stated nervously, the words clumsily fumbling from your lips as you averted his gaze. harry’s eyes widened from above you, suddenly scrambling from his position between your legs. you slowly brought your legs back towards your body, allowing your knees to tuck against your chest. 

harry let out a deep breath as he eyed you from the other side of the couch, his face strung with confusion.

“i don’t get it, y/n... we’ve been together for nearly nine months now, and we haven’t done anything but just share a kiss here and there... do you not like me anymore?” harry questioned from beside you. your eyes widened in surprise; never for a second did you think that harry’s mind was reeling with that possibility.

“no, no of course not, harry! i like you a lot. it’s just... difficult, i suppose,” you began to speak frantically, but your voice dimmed to a soft, shy tone as your sentence trailed off. you fiddled anxiously with your fingers in your lap, trying your best to suppress the sudden nervousness you felt as you tried to explain. 

“do you want to talk about it, then?” harry questioned, letting out a breath that was a mix between annoyance and something else that lingered that you couldn’t quite put a finger on. you knew harry cared for you, but deep down you couldn’t help but feel bad that your own boyfriend was questioning your love for him. 

you grew rather withdrawn from the entire situation, unable to feel overwhelmed from both the events that had just taken place, as well as the inability to shake that harry was really frustrated with you. 

“n-no...” you stuttered out, training your eyes on your tapping foot and fiddling fingers. you saw harry nod slightly from your peripherals, but his expression still remained riddled with lack of understanding.

“right, well. i’m going to head off to bed. goodnight, y/n.” he got up without another word or even a kiss goodbye as he grabbed his books and headed up towards his dormitory. once the common room grew silent aside from the dying flicker from the fire, you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. you felt awful, even doubtful in the fact that you gave harry everything he desired. you thought you had, but according to tonight’s events, you were wrong. 

you buried your face in your hands as your mind was beginning to be consumed with doubtful thoughts. you knew better than to dwell on them, however. instead, you chose to retreat to your own dorm, letting the silent halls and sabotaging thoughts envelop you as you dragged your feet to bed.

-

it had been nearly two weeks since the incident in the common room. harry had tried to speak to you about the situation a multitude of times more, but every time you did, you insisted on shutting down the conversation. you could see him grow less frustrated and more upset as the days grew on. although he wouldn’t admit it in fear of driving you away, he blamed himself on your inability to feel comfortable around him. 

you wanted to soothe his mind, tell him how he was the only person for you in your mind and heart. you wanted to be comfortable with him and show him that he was the one you had always wanted, but the tiny shred of doubt still lingered in the back of your mind.

but as the days grew on and harry decided to give you some space to benefit your relationship, you couldn’t help but feel more desire than ever to be with him. you knew in your heart that harry was only giving you space to figure things out for yourself, which you greatly appreciated. if anything, the one thing that you did learn was that in order to be comfortable, sometimes you needed to start off in uncomfortable situations.

perhaps that’s how it led you to jotting a very messy note on parchment and letting it get passed around your charms class until it reached its destination.

the parchment landed on harry’s lap, making his head snap from the front of the room to the small piece of parchment. he looked around him, keeping a watchful eye on professor flitwick before carefully unfolding the small note. his eyes skimmed across the paper frantically, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he read:

common room, 10 pm. i miss you

harry shoved the note in the pocket of his robes before flitwick could ask what on harry’s lap was so intriguing. you smiled lightly to yourself, knowing that his reaction was just the one you had hoped for. 

-

10 pm rolled around much sooner than you had anticipated. you were sat on the common room sofa, your leg bouncing erratically as you awaited your boyfriend’s arrival. soon enough, harry’s soft dark hair came bouncing down the stairs, his hands shoved in the pockets of his trousers as he entered the room.

his gaze caught yours, his lips pulled into a thin-lipped smile as he bounded over towards you. you couldn’t help but notice how sheepish he looked as he approached you. in truth, he was unsure of what to do. given how your last interaction ended, harry didn’t think you two were on the best of terms; he wasn’t sure if he should hug you, press a light kiss to your forehead, or just remain silent. 

you stood up from the couch as he stopped in his tracks in front of you, a soft smile dancing on your lips as you looked up at him. 

“i’ve missed you,” harry started, his gaze turning soft and slightly melancholy. you smiled at him, easing his nerves slightly, but what you did next completely caught him by surprise.

you inched closer to harry, bringing your arms up from your sides and wrapping them delicately around his neck. his eyes widened in surprise from your actions, his cheeks flushing a light shade of red as he was even more unsure of what to do.

“i’ve missed you too, harry,” you spoke, playing with the baby hairs on the back of his neck as your arms settled into his stature. you craned your neck up towards him, inching your lips closer until they were barely brushing against one another. before harry could speak another word, you pulled him even closer to you, your lips meeting for much longer than either of you two had experienced with one another.

in comparison to the soft pecks you two had shared, this kiss was much more passionate and desire-driven. you allowed your lips to move against his in a much more loving way. harry’s hands wandered to your hips, hovering for a moment before delicately settling on the fabric of your skirt. he seemed hesitant with his movements, almost as if he was expecting you to deny his actions at any moment. 

while the thought of doing anything like this would’ve scared you even a month ago, you couldn’t help but feel so safe and secure under harry’s touch. you felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as your lips pressed against his, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as you leaned further into him.

you managed to pull away before it got much farther, both of your chests rising slightly from breathlessness. harry looked down at you with a wide smile and eyes flickering with surprise and excitement.

“that was... unexpected. brilliant, but definitely unexpected,” harry spoke finally, laughing lightly at his own words. you smiled softly at him, your cheeks flushed a light pink hue at your own actions. you bit down lightly on your lower lip, feeling rather sheepish from the entirety of the events. 

“i love you, harry. i really do. and even though i haven’t had as much experience in relationships, i want to learn with you,” you spoke, your eyes never leaving his as you ran the fingers from one of your hands through his hair. harry couldn’t help but smile impossibly wider at your words, excitement coursing through him as he leaned down for another, quicker but still passion-filled kiss. 

“i love you, too.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

request night !

hi friends<33

tomorrow night, wednesday nov 11, i’ll be doing a big writing night including a bunch of hp characters i have yet to write about! i wanted to do a sort of request night, but if you send in your requests after the date, i’ll still be more than happy to write for requested characters, scenarios, etc. ! 

send in your requests now so i have loads to look forward to on wednesday:)

i love u all<33

also sorry if you’re annoyed bc this is basically a draco malfoy imagines page i have a lot of drafts from my flopped wattpad account that i’ve been dying to post + i’m in love w draco oop

[oatmilkslytherin]

quick l’il shoutout:)

hi friends:)) if you’re looking for amazing writing, please check out @thepeakygurl !! they’re taking harry potter requests, you won’t be disappointed<33

[oatmilkslytherin]

rule number 3 (d.malfoy)

description: dating draco wasn’t always a walk in the courtyard; nothing ever is. when a certain rule is broken, can they ever fix what the both of them swore to never break?

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

warnings: light cursing

requested: yes / no

taglist: @jud3cardan @potatothingsz​ 

there were a multitude of things that you and draco had agreed upon in the duration of the past seven months of your relationship. one: don’t let the other go to bed angry. two: always say ‘i love you’ before parting. and three: don’t say things you don’t mean during an argument.

there were a few other unspoken ‘rules’ that you and draco both abided by, but those were the big three you two considered. the first one came up about a month into the relationship; you and draco had gotten into a small dispute regarding his flirtatious encounters with some nameless slytherin in the great hall. draco thought you were being too dramatic, and it resulted in one night of ignoring him. three nights later, he broke down and couldn’t stand the thought of you staying mad at him for more than a few minutes. from then on, you agreed on rule number one.

rule number two came from a night of draco’s own self-sabotage and reeling mind. you were late to board the hogwarts express during your first winter holiday together; he was reluctant to stay behind while you were away with your parents at home. in a dizzy, you hadn’t had the chance to say ‘i love you’ before being ushered onto the train. one week later when you arrived back at hogwarts, draco had nearly toppled you over with worry that you stopped loving him all of the sudden. 

rule number three had yet to come up from a past situation. rather, it was both of your pasts that had instilled a slight trauma in the both of you. it was much more mature this way, you thought, and you vowed to never let your emotions get the better of you despite how absolutely infuriating he could be during your spats. 

well, it had yet to come up. until tonight. 

here you were, standing in his dorm with your face flushed with tears and tinted a bright shade of red from anger. you two had never fought like this, but you felt as if it was justified. the end of the year was fast approaching and you had invited draco to stay at your home with your parents for a few weeks during the summer, unable to bare the thought of nearly three months without his presence.

draco nearly laughed in your face as you brought it up, saying how it would’ve been much too soon into your relationship to be staying with each other for a multitude of weeks at a time. you didn’t even bother mentioning the fact that you had stayed in each other’s dorms for the past few months now, being able to count on one hand how many times you’ve slept alone since winter holiday ended. 

while it upset you, you understood that draco’s parents weren’t exactly like yours. that wasn’t the reason for your tear-stained cheeks and clenched fists. what really made you upset was how open he was about staying with pansy for a period of time during summer; they had a very loud conversation about it during your lunch hour.

the thought of draco staying with pansy instead of you made your stomach churn. you had no reason to dislike pansy; you actually thought of her as one of your greatest friends since you began attending hogwarts. now, however, you couldn’t help but want to spit in her pumpkin juice due to her blatant disrespect and disregard of boundaries. 

“i just can’t believe... you would rather stay... with pansy... than me,” you choked out, sniffling lightly in between your broken words. draco looked at you like you had gone mad, as if the entire situation wouldn’t have been ludicrous if the shoe were on the other foot. 

“calm down, y/n. she’s just a friend and nothing more. you really need to stop getting your knickers in a twist over this. you’re acting like a possessive child,” draco scoffed, staring emotionlessly at you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

you didn’t know what hurt more: his lack of regard for his twisted name-calling, or the fact that he couldn’t see how truly fucked up the entire situation was. 

“me? a child? draco, i am just trying to understand why you’re so against staying with me for summer. am i really that awful to be around?” you questioned, letting your own insecurities get the better of you for the moment being. you couldn’t help yourself; given the situation, any sane person would question their significant other’s love and loyalty. 

“sometimes, yes, you are too much to handle. you have really been getting on my nerves for the past few days and i don’t know if i can really stand spending a few weeks at a time with ONLY you. pansy seems like a much better option at this point.” draco appeared completely complacent as he spoke this words, twisting the knife deeper and sharper into your gut. fresh tears spilled from your eyes as he spoke, and you bit down on your lip to suppress the sobs that were threatening to escape. 

“you’re breaking rule number 3, draco,” you warned, hoping to ease him out of his fit of rage and frustration. draco only laughed coldly at this, making your heart ache with an intense ferocity. 

“i’m not breaking shit, y/n. i meant all of it.” 

you didn’t know what came over you; your emotions were heightened to an incredibly unfamiliar level. you felt the anger, the sadness, the feelings of betrayal all rush through you. and suddenly, you were pushing past him in a hurry.

“i hate you, draco malfoy.” 

and those were the last words you had spoken to him before you stormed out of his dorm room towards any room but your own. 

-

the week past painfully slow. you had spent the majority of your time in the greenhouse or library, two places you knew draco wouldn’t dare to enter unless absolutely necessary. other than that, you were able to reside in your dorm without intrusion, other than your friends who came to check up on you every once in a while and bring your meals. 

of course, you didn’t mean what you said. you could never hate draco, no matter what he did. still, you couldn’t shake the feeling of what he said to you; how pansy was the better option to stay with. as the week droned on, you questioned if he was only referring to their summer plans. 

your friends tried to cheer you up. they often brought your favorite chocolates and books to keep you from staring at the ceiling all day. you didn’t dare escape the comfort of your dorm; you knew too much hurt lay on the outside of these walls.

but you couldn’t deny that you missed him. you missed his laugh and his smile and his awful attempts at cracking a joke. you missed his warmth and his lips that always welcomed you and bid you goodnight. you missed every part of him, only you didn’t know if he missed you back.

this night was like any other. you had a book in your lap, reading under the candlelight in the seated window of your dormitory. every once in a while, you found yourself lost in thought with your head leaning against the stained glass, your eyes burning holes into the dim light of the window pane. 

a sharp knock on your door made you jump abruptly in your seat. you furrowed your brows in thought, wondering who could’ve been at your door at this hour. it must’ve been close to midnight now. 

“come in,” you shouted, brushing off your anxieties figuring it was just hermione with another book for you to add to your collection. 

the door knob twisted open, the door slowly creaking open as you placed the book face down on the table beside the window. the person you thought to be hermione was the farthest from, actually. 

your breath hitched as you caught sight of the white-blond hair entering the room. he came in swiftly, shutting the door quietly behind him. 

your eyes welled with tears as he looked at you. this was the first time you had seen him since you had your fight a few nights prior. he looked just as awful as you did; his eyes were red and puffy and his cheeks and nose were spotted with flecks of red. 

“can we talk?” draco asked, his voice sounding rather timid under its layer of hoarseness. you nodded silently, staying sitting in the window seat and tucking your knees against your chest. he slowly walked towards you, his head hung low with his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his pajama bottoms. 

“i miss you...” draco trailed off, his eyes darting up to glance into yours. you pursed your lips as tears threatened to spill down your cheeks. 

“i miss you, too,” you confessed, gnawing on your lower lip. draco let out a deep exhale, running his hand through his hair. you glanced at him from your spot in the window, taking in his presence. he radiated an aura of sadness, which was normal given the circumstances. you hated to see him sad, but you reminded yourself that it was his words that led you to speak untruthfully. 

“i’m sorry about what i said about pansy. i-i didn’t mean it. i was being stupid and i was frustrated because i was stressed, and i took it out on you. from the bottom of my heart, y/n, i’m so sorry for saying things i didn’t mean,” draco spoke, his voice caught in the back of his throat in attempt to maintain his cries. you nodded slowly at his words, soft tears poking out and rolling from the corners of your eyes.

“i forgive you,” you mumbled, quickly blinking away the fresh tears that were rolling down your cheeks. draco’s head snapped up as you sniffled, and suddenly he was pacing towards you, crouching down so he was now eye-level with you.

he caressed your cheek with his hand, wiping away the few stray tears with his thumb. he looked utterly wrecked up close; only at this proximity could you see the dark bags that hung low under his eyes and the clear redness that resided in the normally bright whites of his eyes. 

“i love you, and i would love nothing more than to spend a few weeks with you and your family,” he spoke earnestly, his bright eyes boring into your own. you let out a faint smile through your still-teary eyes, resting your hand over draco’s as you leaned into his caress.

“i love you, too.” a smile of his own poked at the corners of his mouth. he wrapped you into his arms suddenly, holding you tightly against him as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. 

you let your arms wrap around his neck, sighing in relief against his touch as you ran your hands through his hair in comfort. an apparent dampness pooled in the crevices of your collarbones from his own shed tears, making you only hold him tighter against you. 

“did you mean it when you said you hated me?” draco asked, his voice barely above a whisper. you sighed in remorse, pressing a soft kiss to his temple before leaning your head onto his own.

“of course not, love. i could never hate you. i’m sorry i said it; i didn’t mean it and it was foolish of me to say that,” you spoke sympathetically. his arms wrapped tighter around your waist as he poked his head up from the crook of your neck. his eyes were glistening with tears, but a soft smile lingered on his lips. he pressed a soft, reciprocating kiss to your forehead. he leaned his forehead against your own, letting out a shaky breath of relief. 

“i forgive you. i don’t know how i could ever live without you,” draco cooed sweetly before pressing another feather-light kiss to your lips. you smiled against his softness, reminiscing in the familiar and nostalgic taste of peppermint. 

“i love you, rule-breaker,” you spoke softly, his lips still brushing against yours as you let out a faint smile. draco chuckled lightly at your words.

“i love you more.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

the one that got away pt. 2 (d.malfoy)

description: with blaise’s vicious secret unfolded and the help of y/n’s best friend,draco does everything he can to get his lover back no matter what the cost is

pairing: draco malfoy x anyhouse!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: light cursing, blaise is mega antagonist little bitch boy in this sorry again !!

taglist: @killiansawyer​ @potatothingsz​ 

draco’s pov:

my heart thudded heavily out of my chest, both from blood-boiling anger as well as heart-wrenching sadness. i stalked through the corridors with my hands balled into fists at my sides, so tight i could feel my nails just about to break the flesh of my palms. 

i hadn’t the slightest idea where they might be, but searching every inch of the castle seemed to suffice for me. pansy trailed a few paces behind me, still muttering strings of curses followed with blaise’s name as her head snapped towards every source of movement around the halls. the energy radiating from the both of us was purely fuming rage; at this point, i couldn’t tell who was more excited to get their hands on blaise.

after what felt like hours of pacing every corridor, pansy and i finally came to a halt in the courtyard. our breathing was heavy as our eyes landed upon blaise and y/n sitting under a large, leafy tree. she had her knees brought close to her chest, cradling them in her arms as she looked at blaise blankly and emotionally. blaise seemed to be rambling on about something “amazing” he did, or at least that’s what it looked like from his grand hand gestures. he was always a bragging git.

pansy was able to move her feet before i was, immediately stalking up towards them with her hand gripping at her wand. her face was flushed red with anger as she closed in on them. i began to trail behind, keeping pansy in the middle of me and them. 

“this little charade is over, zabini. we know what you did to y/n,” pansy spat at the duo. y/n looked entirely unfazed by her words, looking up at her best friend with no definable emotion reaching her features. blaise unwound his arm from y/n’s shoulders, pushing himself off the ground and crossing his arms over his chest. he had a look of cockiness plastered across his face; a look i so desperately wanted to hex right off of him. 

“do you, parkinson? well, she doesn’t,” blaise cooly said back as he gestured to the small girl who was still sat behind him. pansy took in a sharp breath at his words, her eyes glazing over with tears. 

“how could you do this? to her, to me, to draco? you’re shit, zabini,” pansy spat through a few fallen tears. blaise chuckled darkly at her tears, and i wondered how someone i once called my best friend could be so cruel and vile. the thought purely disgusted me. 

i glanced at y/n briefly between pansy and blaise’s exchange. she was staring right back at me, her y/e/c eyes staring into mine with pure confusion and hesitation. i could swear i briefly caught a glimpse of the subtle sparkle in her eyes before they turned dull and emotionless when she reverted her attention back to blaise.

“what are you gonna do about it, darling? cry?” blaise snorted as he mocked pansy’s overwhelming anger. i stood at pansy’s side now, my own anger coaxing me into throwing any hex i knew at his smugness. pansy on the other hand, had other ideas. 

a wicked smile shone through her reddened eyes. i glanced at her quizzically, praying to merlin this wouldn’t end up with me helping her find a spot for blaise’s body. before i could even comprehend her actions, pansy muttered a quick ‘petrificus totalus’ with the quick wave of her wand.

blaise’s body froze in its spot. his eyes were slightly wide with shock reaction, his hand petrified in air as he attempted to reach for his own wand just before pansy’s spell. she let a laugh escape her mouth as she paced over towards y/n, who now sat with furrowed brows and tense shoulders under the tree. she took a last glance at blaise with a dangerous smirk on her features.

“not so smug now, are you, darling?” pansy spat.

“pans, what are you doing?” i questioned, suddenly remembering my ability to speak and move. pansy gave me a small, relieving smile. 

“don’t worry, draco,” pansy assured me, fiddling with her wand in her hands. she turned her attention back to y/n, exhaling deeply as she raised her wand in her direction, “surgito.”

y/n’s pov:

it felt like nothing and everything at the same time. cool wind flowing into my lungs with a surge of fire coursing through my veins. i sat startled, my hands in the grass below me with my heart beating rapidly in my chest. my vision was blurred and hazy, my eyes falling to the tufts of grass below me as my pulse quickened through the tips of my fingers. 

my body felt stiff and sore, as if i had not been in my body at all. as if someone had been holding onto me like a puppet on a string. 

my vision slowly came to, my eyes focusing on the two pairs of feet that stood before me. i looked up slowly, my breathing shallow and stagnant. my eyes first fell upon draco’s, who looked at me with wide, teary eyes. next to him was pansy, who was biting down viciously on her lower lip with a sympathetic look strung along her features. 

“y/n?” draco’s voice croaked out with a slight rasp and crack. my eyes snapped back to his.

“yes, dray?” these simple words seemed to set him off. he threw himself on the ground next to me, wrapping me in his arms with his face buried in my neck. i jumped slightly at his action, but soon melted into the sweet, confusing embrace of my loving boyfriend. my neck was wet with his tears as he sniffled lightly. i brought my hands up to rub the small of his back.

“sweetheart, what’s going on?” i questioned, my mind still reeling with unanswered questions. last i could remember, i was with draco the night before, and i had woken up and walked with blaise to breakfast. now, here i sat under the tree with my sobbing boyfriend and best friend in my midst. it couldn’t have been more than a few hours without them, right?

draco pulled away from me slightly, his eyes red and puffy but the clear smile still on his features. he brushed a stray strand of hair from my face, cradling my cheek softly in the palm of his hand.

“i thought i lost you forever,” draco choked out. i stared at him in confusion, my eyes now darting to pansy who stood with a relieved expression on her face. 

“come on, love. we’ll explain everything,” pansy stated, reaching her hand out to me. i grabbed it, steadying myself on draco’s shoulder as they pulled me off the ground. i groaned at the slight pain and soreness that shook through my body, letting myself lean into draco as we walked towards the castle. 

-

i sat cradled in draco’s embrace, listening to the subtle beating of his heart through his school robes mingling with the soft flicker of the fireplace in front of us. 

“i can’t believe blaise put me under a spell for three months,” i muttered, nuzzling my head further into his chest. although it hadn’t felt like more than a few hours to me, it had apparently felt like a lifetime to draco. my heart wrenched at the thought of him seeing me with someone else, completely consumed with the thought that i loved another. sitting here with him, i knew i could never love another quite like this. 

draco placed a soft kiss to the top of my head, pulling me impossibly closer to his body as he wound his arms tighter around me. 

“i’m just glad you’re here now, darling,” draco mused, his voice barely above a whisper as he spoke. i shifted my gaze up at him, his bright blue eyes boring lovingly into mine with a soft smile strewing upon his face. 

“and i’m never leaving,” i whispered, craning my neck up to place a soft kiss on his cheek. he smiled deeply, pulling my lips against his own in a mix of love and longing. i smiled against the feeling of his lips on mine, wondering how i could’ve gone so long without his warm embrace and sweet words. 

“i would never let you go. not again.”

[oatmilkslytherin]

ruin me 2/? (d.l.m)

description: part two of ?? of ruin me mini series:)) 

requested: yes / no

warnings: mention of sexual themes, cursing, mentions of alcohol

draco’s pov:

the late evening turned into a cold fall morning, the chill of the dungeons running down my spine. my head pounded unforgivingly as i desperately grasped for the covers to wind around my body. it wasn’t until i felt the soft shifting from behind me did i remember the exact events of last night. 

last night. 

it felt like a dream, a distant memory written off as one of my many mirages forced by desire. i turned my body over to face the other side of my sheets, and there she lay. 

her y/h/c hair was sprawled around her delicate face and my emerald bedsheets cascaded over her sleeping body. she looked so peaceful and beautiful even when she was sleeping; i couldn’t help how utterly creepy i felt watching the gorgeous girl beside me sleep.

a small smile crept onto her features as i stared so hopelessly and lovingly at her. 

“stop staring, draco,” she muttered through her soft lips. my eyes widened with surprise, my brain itching to find some excuse to my staring. i could feel my cheeks glow red at her words. her eyes were still fluttered shut, but she inched her body closer to mine, her head resting against my chest as she pulled the blankets back over our barely clothed bodies. 

i hesitated to wrap my arms around her; i was still at a loss from her previous words. i knew i would be kicking myself later if i didn’t jump at the opportunity she presented me with. i carefully wound my arms around her body, pressing her warmth against me as she nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck. 

the effect she had on me was ethereal. my heart pounded out of my chest as a smile crept onto my lips. i was thankful for her closed eyes; she would probably make a fool of me if she saw how utterly infatuated i was with her in the most innocent ways. the craziest part was, i would let her. i would let her make a fool of me any day of the week if it meant i could have more moments like this with her. 

the silence was absolutely deafening. i craved to say something, anything to her to solidify whatever this was. in the back of my mind, i feared the rejection. i questioned if this even meant anything to her; if her wrapped in my arms in the early hours of the morning was just a casualty. 

i was praying for the latter.

-

her warmth consumed me much too fast. in the midst of my reeling mind, she had somehow coaxed me into another deep sleep. i dreamt sweet dreams of her sober laughter, her hand entwined in my own as we walked through these stone walls. it felt so real, yet so fake. i questioned our own interaction this morning when i woke to an empty bed. 

i sat up, startled immensely at the sudden coldness that resided in my sheets. i groaned outwardly, wishing i had plucked up the courage to say something before she was gone. i couldn’t help the way she made me feel; so dumbfounded in a daze by her mere presence.

still, i couldn’t help the smile that crept onto my features at the thought of her in my arms only a little bit ago. the way she leaned into me; our bodies curling into one. 

i leapt out of bed faster than i anticipated, ignoring the dull pounding headache that settled throughout me as i pulled my clothes over me. my heart pounded out of my chest, my mind blinded with confidence and a desire i could not ignore. i needed to find her, and fast. 

-

i shut the door to the three broomsticks softly behind me. a dull, lifeless chatter rang through the pub walls as a small crowd surrounded the bar. i spotted her nearly immediately at a lonesome table in the corner, her eyes trained on an assortment of parchment in front of her as she circled her pointer finger around the rim of her half-empty cup. 

my breathing was still heavy as my heart pounded relentlessly in my chest. seeing her sent shivers down my spine and made my mouth go dry; i wondered how someone could make me so nervous after only one night. but, here i stood.

i walked over to her, slumping into the seat opposite of her without a word. she glanced up at me briefly before returning her eyes to the papers, a dark smirk creeping delicately onto her features.

“fancy seeing you here,” she spoke, her eyes not meeting mine. i swallowed the lump of nervousness in my throat, gnawing on my bottom lip as i mentally stuttered on any coherent thought i wanted to say.  

i reached out, pushing the slightly lifted parchment down towards the table. her eyes darted back to meet mine, her previous smirk now replaced with a more questioning look. 

“go on a date with me tomorrow?” my question tried to come off as cool and confident, but it ended up coming out more as a demand. y/n only smiled half-heartedly, letting the parchment fall from her fingertips as she placed her hand over mine. 

i felt a jolt shoot up my spine as she grazed my knuckles with her feather-light touch. i bit back my nervousness as i refused to break our eye contact, her y/e/c eyes boring into mine. 

“darling, i would absolutely ruin you.”

i didn’t have time to respond to her denial; she gathered her belongings and rushed out of the shop before i could even comprehend her words. i was left dazed and confused, my eyes following her and her reddened cheeks and she hurried out. i sat for a moment longer, my mouth slightly agape as her words replayed in my mind.

how could someone like her ruin me?

[oatmilkslytherin]

the one that got away (d.malfoy)

description: a friendly bet that turned into a dangerous spell gone too far. lovers ripped from one another, leaving draco to wonder if she’ll forever be the one that got away.

pairing: draco malfoy x anyhouse!reader

requested: yes / no

warnings: light cursing, blaise is the antagonist so i apologize to the blaise simps<33

a/n: i apologize for my absence !! writer’s block and mental health do be kicking ass right now<33 more parts for ruin me coming soon !! italicized parts are flashbacks ! also lmk if u want a part two hehe

taglist: @killiansawyer​ @potatothingsz​ 

draco’s pov: 

“no, darling,” i let out a light laugh at the flustered girl beside me, her eyebrows furrowed into a look of frustration. “you’ll want to use peppermint, not sage.”

y/n looked up at me from her parchment, her writing messy nearly indecipherable as she messily scrawled the potions ingredients for the elixir. her furrowed brows unwound themselves into a light smile, her stress dissolving as i wound my arms around her. 

she let out a sigh, letting herself nuzzle into my embrace. the fire in front of us flickered, dancing betwixt the wooden embers and ashes in the stone hearth. it was much too peaceful, but that’s what i loved most about it. about her. she was peace, even when i was chaos. 

“what would i do without you?” she mumbled into the skin of my neck, placing a light kiss against my collarbone. i smiled deeply, resting my cheek against the top of her head. we stayed like this for a while, taking in each other’s presence in front of the fireplace. i couldn’t even tell you what time it was now; i couldn’t care less, either. all i cared about in this moment was being with her. 

much to my dismay, the moment didn’t last forever. she untangled herself from my delicate hold, packing away her belongings as she yawned quietly into her hand. 

“i should get to bed,” she mumbled, rubbing the sleepiness out of her eyes. as much as i hated to see her go, i knew she was right. we had classes in the morning, and i wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if the next time i saw her, she had dark bags under her eyes and longing for sleep strewn across her face. i smiled fondly at her as she stood up from the couch. i stood up with her, taking her hands in mine and tugging her to face me. 

“i love you.” my voice was barely above a whisper, my own restlessness consuming my entirety. she smiled widely up at me; she told me countless times how much she loved to hear those three sweet words; how true they sounded coming from my lips. i would tell her time and time again if it meant i could see her smile just as she was in this moment. 

“i love you more,” she said through her bright smile. she stood up on the tips of her toes to capture my lips in a soft, breathless kiss. i couldn’t help but smile against her lips as i cupped her face, bringing her even closer to me. 

she left before i knew it; bidding me sweet ‘good nights’ and ‘sweet dreams’ before heading towards her own dorm. i was dumbfounded as i stood in the midst of the common room, my hands shoved deep in my pockets and i couldn’t help but smile widely even after she was gone. 

“and what’s a bloke like you done to get someone like that?” a voice behind me pushed me out of my deep thoughts and daydreams of her. startled, i looked to the source of the voice, my eyes immediately falling upon blaise. i couldn’t help but smirk slightly seeing the annoyance brushing upon his face. 

“it’s a miracle, i know. i don’t know what she sees in me, but merlin i’m thankful,” my smirk slowly turned into a smile as she began to consume my thoughts once more. blaise only rolled his eyes at my comment, scoffing and crossing his arms over his chest in defiance. 

“i bet you anything i’d having her falling over me in a heartbeat,” blaise retorted, his cocky attitude suddenly consuming his demeanor. i only furrowed my brows and gave him a half-hearted scoff. 

“right, mate; game on. we love each other,” i stated confidently. blaise’s smirk only deepened, nodding slightly in our verbal agreement.

“deal.”

i thought about that day more times than i could count. i thought about how i desperately wished to hold her longer, how i would’ve kissed her deeper, how i would’ve never agreed to blaise’s game if i knew it would end like this. my mistakes consumed me entirely, turning me into a hollow shell of someone i’ve never known. someone i never wanted to know.

it had been merely three months since she left. she left abruptly, without warning. she had broken up with me in the middle of the courtyard with the wind whipping around us in a winter daze. i remembered sobbing insufferably, begging her to stay with tears dripping to the corners of my mouth. all while she stood emotionlessly, blankly. it didn’t even seem like her; it seemed like a stranger was in my midst as she stood in front of me, turning my heart into minuscule fragments.

less than three days later, i spotted her walking around the corridors with blaise hanging off of her. her smile didn’t seem quite as bright, her eyes didn’t seem quite as vibrant. but when she caught glimpses of me softly crying at the sight of them together, she looked like she didn’t even know me at all. 

i became numb. i became inconsolable as i resided in the haven of my dorm room walls. the only person that ever came to see me was pansy, y/n’s best friend. i appreciated her company; she made me feel slightly less crazy when she told me how glazed over her eyes looked whenever she saw y/n. she told me how she never stuck around anyone besides blaise anymore; how she seemed to treat everyone besides him like a stranger now. 

it would’ve been comforting to hear if i hadn’t drowned myself in my own sorrows. hearing how she treated everyone else the same wasn’t relieving when i still loved her after all this time. theoretically speaking, i should hate her. i should curse her for breaking my heart so easily, for leaving me as if it was nothing. 

but i couldn’t. i couldn’t bring myself to hate anything about her. she was everything to me. and even if i was nothing to her now, it didn’t change a damn way about how i felt towards her. 

i stared up blankly at the ceiling in my dormitory, letting my eyes stare emotionlessly into the wood until they grew dry and red. the days grew longer as i spent the majority of my time in solitude. i longed for human interaction, laughter and happiness. but more than that, i longed for her. 

in the midst of my pathetic non-verbal drabbles, my door burst open with a fuming pansy storming inside. i sat up startled, watching her closely as she breathed heavily, her face flushed with anger and a questionable sadness as she slammed the door shut. i eyed her silently but curiously, wondering what had her so flustered in the first place.

“he put a spell on her,” she finally breathed out, wiping away a tear that fell down her cheek. my eyebrows furrowed as she muttered these words, my mouth falling open but my plethora of unanswered questions failing to fall out. 

“who?” was the only question i could muster. i couldn’t help but notice how hoarse and emotionless my voice sounded as i spoke. 

“that git zabini! he cursed y/n so she would break up with you and be with him. that foul twat has stolen my best friend so he can just get off!” pansy’s voice came out in a shrill yell. 

my heart dropped as she spoke. my mouth dried up suddenly and i couldn’t tell if my chest pounded with pure anger or sympathetic sadness. a dull ringing consumed my senses, filling my eardrums. i couldn’t even hear pansy’s rambling as i stood up and stormed past her. 

it was all his fault. a stupid bet that he had taken too far; a bet that ended with him living in a happy lie while i longed for some sense of her return to me. it burned within me, becoming more blatant with every step i took. i didn’t have a plan of where i was going or what i would say once i got there. all i knew was i needed to fix this; i could fix this. 

i was going to fix this.

[oatmilkslytherin]

ruin me 1/? (d.l.m)

description: draco becomes inexplicably infatuated by the new transfer slytherin!reader and would do anything to win over her seemingly cold heart. part one of ??

requested: yes / no

warnings: cursing, mention of sexual situations, mentions of alcohol

a/n: starting a lil mini series, let me know what you think:) also i’m sorry i’m horrible with including my tag list i still love and appreciate u guys i’m just dirt stupid<33

draco’s pov:

it didn’t make sense. absolutely no part of her presence made the slightest bit of sense in my brain. she was so effortlessly captivating, so careless yet careful. she had only graced the halls of hogwarts for one week, and she was already all i could ever think about. 

granted, i have yet to share an actual conversation with her. nothing more than a mumbled ‘sorry’ coming from my mouth as i bumped into her in the dining hall, to which she responded with a deathly glare and devilish smirk. she made me nervous; i felt my hands get clammy and my breath catching in my throat whenever i caught a glimpse of her. 

i wanted ever bit of her. i wanted her writhing under my touch, begging for another stolen kiss against plump, swollen lips. to have her lips spilling my name out like a mantra. but more than that, i wanted her in my bed, curled up under soft sheets with her hair sprawled messily against the pillow while she slept the day away in my arms. i wanted her in the most vile ways, but i craved her in the most innocent forms. 

my friends thought i was insane. blaise deemed me whipped out of my mind for a girl whose favorite color i didn’t know. pansy wrote me off as purely idiotic, preaching that i only liked the idea of her because she was dangerous like me. 

and perhaps i did. she reeked an aura of danger and mischief, of excitement and adventure. sometimes i thought that this little infatuation was purely for the reason of my inability to win her over at first glance. the more i thought about it, the more i realized it was more than that. theoretically speaking, i could have any girl i wanted. up to this point, the girl wasn’t the prize but the adventure. once i had reached the end goal and exhausted my defenses, the game was no longer fun. 

for her, it was different. watching her, admiring her from afar, i realized she was much different than my previous endeavors. she was the adventure, the prize, and the end game. 

“looking for someone?” blaise piped up from beside me. his sudden presence startled me, making me jump out of my daydreams into the present reality. my hand gripped around the plastic cup as i rolled my eyes, bringing the cup to my mouth to avoid his question. the liquid pooled down my throat, burning every crevice of my body as i swallowed. 

it was the annual house-welcoming party the first saturday after the beginning of term. my housemates littered across the common room, many of them gathering in the center in a drunken, dancing state. the room smelled of alcohol and hormonal teenage bodies; i wondered why i even came in the first place.

deep down, i knew the reason.

“don’t look now, but your princess is over there,” blaise teased from beside me. i nearly choked on the burning liquid as my eyes followed his gesture. he was right; she was standing amongst some other vaguely familiar faces with a wide smile on her face and a plastic cup dangling from her grasp. her head was thrown back in laughter, and i couldn’t help but hopelessly stare as her hair cascaded down and around her figure. 

almost as if she sensed my helpless stare, her neck craned and her eyes met mine. my eyes widened, darting away to another part of the room. suddenly i was thankful for the dim lighting in the common room, or the red hue on my cheeks would’ve been another thing for her to throw her head back in laughter. 

blaise retreated from my side suspiciously quickly, and i didn’t understand the reason until she was standing right in front of me. it took every bone in my body not to drunkenly slur every desire and craving i had for her in that moment. she looked so beautiful even in the shallow common room light. she had a wicked smirk plastered on her features as she daintily held her cup in both of her hands. 

“malfoy, i believe?” she asked, her eyes never leaving mine. my heart thudded out of my chest as she spoke. her voice was soft and silky, and sweet as honey. i wanted nothing more than to press our bodies closer and taste the honey-sweet words dripping from her lips. i swallowed back my fear with the aid of liquid courage, attempting to replace my seemingly nervous expression with one of confidence.

“my friends call me draco. you’re y/n, correct?” i cursed my childish attempt of flirting back with the beautiful girl standing in front of me. she, however, seemed surprised that i knew her name. 

“i can tell parties aren’t really your thing, draco,” she spoke, sipping at the dark liquid swirling around in her cup. i nearly melted at the sound of my name leaving her lips; it was just as beautiful as i imagined. instead of crumbling entirely in front of her, i only nodded smugly. 

my cool façade nearly evaporated as she took a step closer to me, her body nearly pressed flush against mine. she stood up on the tips of her toes as she brought her lips up to my ear, one hand lingering on my clothed shoulder. her touch was absolutely igniting, the entirety of my left shoulder feeling tingly as she grazed her fingertips across my collarbone.

“then how about you take me somewhere more... private?” her words were dripping with lust, making my breath hitch in my throat. maybe it was the warm liquid kicking into my coherent senses, or maybe it was ever desire for her i’ve been suppressing suddenly surfacing as she spoke. whatever it was, it prompted me to take her hand softly in mine and lead her towards my single dorm.

she trailed behind me, giggling softly as we wound around the mass amounts of our housemates. my cheeks burned with a pink hue and i couldn’t bite back the smirk that made its way onto my features. i didn’t even try to be discreet about our leaving together; i was much too excited to be with her alone. 

soon, we were stumbling inside my prefect dorm, the door slamming shut as we fumbled to set our drinks down on any open surface. her hands reached for the collar of my button-up shirt, pulling my lips down towards hers as my hands grasped desperately onto her hips.

our lips moved carelessly and messily against one another’s, the cold of my rings digging into the fabric of her skirt. i could feel her shudder against me as i pressed her body into the wooden door, my lips never leaving her’s. her hands trailed up to tangle in my hair, pulling me even closer to her if it was possible. my heart was beating rapidly at this point, every conscious thought i had becoming riddled with the question if this was real or not. 

much to either of our liking, i pulled my lips away from her’s lightly, our plump and swollen lips brushing against one another’s as we caught our breaths. her eyes were dark and clouded with lust and desire; i was almost positive mine matched. 

“i don’t want to do anything you’re not comfortable with,” i stated, my voice low as i longed for her lips on mine once more. she only shot me a devilish smirk once more as she fiddled with the baby hairs on the back of my neck. she pulled my head back down towards hers, her warm lips brushing against the skin of my ear.

“ruin me, draco.”

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