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CROWN OF THE MORALLY GREY

Draco X Y/n Snape

Part 7:

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Draco hadn't talked to her in days. He wasn't necessarily avoiding her, but he stayed silent, either emptily staring at nothing or looking pissed off.  She heard him talking to Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle,; his usual group, but he'd go silent whenever she entered the room. The other boys had begun to notice and kept asking her what was going on, but she couldn't give them an answer. Usually, if she did something that upset Draco, he was loud about it. He'd seek her out to tell her how wrong she was, sometimes even causing a scene over it. His silence towards her was something unfamiliar, and it was driving her mad.

    Y/n had been known to have an angry outburst every now and then, but these past few days it'd gotten worse. Snarky comments and venom had been spit over virtually nothing. Pansy had been too loud one morning, something that Y/n had never cared about before, and she had lashed out. Blaise had reminded her they had double potions with the gryffindors, and she had "let him know" Pansy would never fuck him. Theo had asked how she was doing, and she put a leg locker jinx on him.

     Everyone was expecting her to lash out whenever she saw Draco at that point, but she hadn't. She'd stay quiet, staring at him and hoping he would at least fucking look at her. She'd gone over the previous days and couldn't think of anything she could have done to make him so mad at her. Surely Draco didn't care that she injured Potter, but that'd been the same night he had gone silent. She wasn't able to say a word to him at the beginning of the year ceremony, Pansy had taken up all of her hearing capabilities before Dumbledore had dragged her off. They hadn't fought enough during the summer to be it, and Draco had already stated whatever issue he had with her during that time anyway. Everything about him had changed after he said goodbye to his mother but she didn't know how that would effect how he felt about her.

      Her dorm looked like a tornado had gone through. All of her books thrown about the room, her pillows flattened by her fist,  her trunk had been emptied and turned upside down. Y/n hair was a mess as well, her strands going in all kinds of directions from her hands running through it and tugging in anger. Luckily her dorm mates had taken note of her mood and had stayed away from the dorm, besides Pansy.

    "Bloody Hell, Snape. Whatd you do to our room?"

    "I didn't touch your things."

    "I appreciate that but..."

    "Just leave me alone Parkinson."

    "No thanks."

    "I wasn't asking." Y/n growled, staring at the mirror she kept on the wall beside her bed.

    "Neither was I."

    Pansy moved to sit on Y/N's bed. After sleeping in the same Dorm as Y/n for years and slowly building a something close to a friendship, she'd gotten quite used to her anger, but the look on Y/N's face was different.

    Y/n didn't normally cry when she was mad but now her eyes were red, a bit of mascara smudged beneath them. Pansy had noticed the circles under Y/N's eyes on the train, but they were darker now.

    "This is so fucking stupid. I don't even know why he's mad at me." Y/n nearly laughed, her eyes not leaving her reflection.

    "He hasn't said anything?"

    "Nothing. Normally when he's mad at me, he tells me how I fucked up, but he isn't saying shit. It's been days Pansy." Her voice was returning to something Pansy recognized, pure anger with a laugh laced in.

     "It shouldn't bother me so much. It's like I'm having fucking-"

     "Withdrawals." Pansy finished. Y/n nodded.

    "It's so fucking stupid. He's just a boy. It's just fucking Malfoy. Pathetic fucking Malfoy."

    "You know he isn't just a boy."

    "That's even more pathetic."

    They stayed quiet for a moment. Pansy wasn't sure how to help and Y/n was attempting to calm herself down but it wasn't working. She kept picturing Draco which made her hands shake. Merlin she was so angry. The amount of control Draco had over her was disgusting. She kept glancing at her Soul Ring, where she felt a steady heartbeat. The same heartbeat she'd felt for days, steady. Did he not care? There hadn't been a single time the heartbeat had spiked, if he was angry surely it would. She could I only imagine his ring had been beating rapidly since Dumbledore pulled her into his office, and Draco didn't seem to care.

    How could he be effecting her this much? Everything felt hollow until someone spoke or breathed too loud or she was left alone for too long, then she felt as if everything was so small and weak and irritating compared to her. Her anger felt violent and as if it imbued her with some kind of superiority. As destructive as it was, it was a high she hadn't felt before.  It made her feel powerful, everything besides her was fragile. Anger and Y/n were childhood friends, and it was slowly becoming a bad influence.

      She smiled as she looked in the mirror, eyes and nose red, hair a mess, a small chuckle escaping her lips.

    She punched the mirror.

    The sting in her knuckles was almost comforting, and she flexed her fingers a few times, eyes narrowing at the ring that still was beating steadily.

   Pansy sat in silence. She had flinched when Y/n punched the mirror, but wasn't entirely phased. If anyone was going to loose their shit, it didn't surprise her that it was Y/n.

     "You know, there's been a few new additions into my life recently. Questions mostly, and a lot of I don't fully understand." Y/n wiped her nose with the back of her hand, leaving a streak of blood across her face.

    "I fucking hate not knowing. But I thought, I thought I didn't have to questions anything to do with Draco." A chuckle resurfaced again.

    "I swore my life away, for him. My entire future is fucked, for him. And my father hasn't spoken to me in weeks."

    Pansy offered a hand at this point.

    "Talk to me about it."

   Y/n thought about it for a moment. Pansy should be someone safe to confess to. Pansy never hid the fact that she would be a Deatheater one day. She'd been as cruel to muggleborns in their early years as Draco had. Pansy had calmed the bullying back a bit in the past couple of years, but Y/n knew it still lurked in there. Y/n overheard her whispering about Deatheater boys and even defending them on occasion. Pansy wouldn't judge her, and could even become an allay if Y/n so wished. Despite how angry she was at him, Y/n wouldn't tell Pansy about Draco's involvement. She'd have to spin the truth a little, but Pansy would believe her wholeheartedly. Pansy seemed to see something in Y/n that some didn't, and held her on a pillar. No other girl could get away with spending so much time with Draco without Pansy hexing them like Y/n could. Pansy would even set up girls nights where all they did was giggle about was if Draco was flirting with Y/n or not. Pansy had never done anything harmful to Y/n, if anything she practically begged for them to be best friends.

Y/n looked at Pansy, searching her face and only finding that Pansy was genuine in her offer.

    "It's pretty dark, Panz."

    "I think I can handle it."

     "I have to kill Dumbledore."

     "You fucking WHAT?"

   Y/n explained as much as she could to Pansy. She'd told her that she had gotten assigned by Voldemort to kill Dumbledore, and that Voldemort had threatened that he'd have Draco killed if she failed. The beginning of which was a lie. She told her Narcissa had heard and was worried so she had made A Unbreakable Vow to Narcissa that she wouldn't fail so Draco would be safe. Another partial lie. Leaving out the part about her father being a double agent, she simply said Severus knew about the Vow and hadn't spoken to her since and that Dumbledore had somehow known about all of it.

    Pansy had stayed quiet and listened, her eyes widening sometimes. When Pansy shut up, she could be an awful good listener. Y/n had picked up her room as she talked, making note of the necklace she had previously emptied from her trunk and made sure not to touch it and only it's wrappings as she stashed it underneath everything else. When she had finished talking, Pansy breathed heavily, offered a smile and marched out of the dorm. Y/n followed, curious but ready to hex Pansy if a single word of their conversation slipped out of her mouth.

   Pansy had stormed down the stairs and into the common room where Draco was sitting in the chair he always sat, raising his head as Pansy entered and lowered it again when he saw Y/n. Pansy smacked him across the face.

     Draco's face contorted between stunned and anger. Y/n ring began to beat quickly.

    So Pansy gets a reaction, what a plague of a thought to crawl into Y/N's mind.

      "Who the fuck-"

      "Stop being a mopey, pathetic git and talk to Y/n." There was demand in Pansy's voice that Y/n hadn't heard before, especially not when addressing Draco.

      "It's none of your business, Parkinson." Draco hissed, standing.

      "Actually it is. She's my friend and in case you haven't noticed, she's been losing her mind the past few days since you haven't even looked at her. Talk to her."

    Y/n simply watched, slightly amused and increasing grateful for Pansy.

    "Or what?" Draco scoffed as he folded his arms across his chest, clearing trying to come off as intimidating. Pansy smiled at him.

    "I'll ask her to be my girlfriend."

    Draco's eyes hardened even more than they already were, glaring down at Pansy.

     "As if I care."

    "We both know perfectly well you do, Malfoy."

     Y/n had remembered all the times Draco had conveniently showed up to scare away any one who showed interest in her, once resulting in a Ravenclaw boy being sent to the hospital wing covered in boils after he had asked Y/n to the Yule Ball. Y/n would have said yes and Draco had known it. Cedric Diggory had avoided her for weeks once after they had gotten Butterbeers together. Y/n wasn't entirely sure why, but she had a theory Draco had been behind it.

    Draco looked at Y/n, something he hasn't done since they got off the Hogwarts Express. His eyes were narrow, but Y/n felt her gaze soften. In order to glare at her it meant he was looking at her.

    "You're ridiculous Parkinson. Y/n wouldn't say yes to being your girlfriend." His stare returned to Pansy who smiled.

    "You never know. After the chat we just had all alone in our dorm, I think she might."

    Draco didn't respond and instead walked over to Y/n and roughly grabbed her hand and pulled her out of the common room and into the halls.

    He stayed silent, his hand had loosened its grip to a more comfortable pressure as he dragged her through the halls. Y/n hadn't a clue as to where they were going, her eyes too locked into his figure to pay attention. His shoulders were tense, his pace faster than usual and his hair while still styled, was less sleek than usual, the ends of it curling just a bit. The ring on her finger hadn't stopped beating quickly, a feeling she wasn't used to. In the hand he held, she could feel the quick heartbeat that was radiating from the ring he wore. Knowing Draco could feel her heartbeat in this moment would have been embarrassing if she wasn't too focused on him to think.

    Draco had pulled her up the astronomy tower and let go of her hand once they had reached the room inside it. It was twilight, the moon was encompassed by a slowly deepening lavender, the lighting outside turned Draco's hair the most delicate purple she'd ever seen. His skin was nearly glowing, he looked angelic again, Her Lucifer. He sighed heavily and clenched his jaw. Y/n was trying to grasp that this wasn't a dream.

If it weren't for the past few days, this could have almost been romantic. The way the setting sun highlighted the edges of the stone walls and turned the sky shades of peach and lavender could put someone in a trance. It was so quiet, far too quiet with the only sound being the muffled voices of students who were heading to dinner.

Draco still wouldn't looked at her.

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Punishment

Peeta X Y/N

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“If he went after Katniss-“

“You aren’t Katniss.” My fathers grey eyes were bloodshot, the withdrawal and stress evident in every too visible vein. I didn’t miss the slight shake of his hands as he placed them on my shoulders, and tried to fight the anxious shakes that were threatening my hands as well.

“But-“

“We need to at least try. Maybe he’ll listen to you.” My father sounded desperate, and I didn’t blame him. Peeta had been a beamed of light for all of us, and now whatever had happened shrouded him in a darkness that had wrapped it’s hands around Katniss’ throat and nearly killed her. If the Capitol could turn him against Katniss if all people, I highly doubt he’ll be happy to see me. While I haven’t been the mascot for the rebellion like Katniss, it would be useful for the Capitol to make him hate me too. I was tied pretty directly to his time in the Hunger Games, being his mentors daughter and all. I couldn’t even count how many times Peeta had run over to my father and I’s house a all hours, eyes still clouded over by whatever nightmare had resulted in him screaming himself awake. The number of times I had sat next to him in front of our fireplace in silence, drinking hot cocoa with my hand wrapped I’m his in an attempt to comfort rose to the surface of my mind, along with a very specific night of body heat but I pushed that one as far away as I could. It wasn’t the right time to think of Peeta that way.

Finally I sighed and nodded. My father let go of my shoulders and led me towards the medical units. The impossibly sterile and bright white halls of the medical unit made me nauseous. Such a stark difference in the environment and what I knew laid behind the door we were approaching. I had seen him once through a one way glass, and nearly puked.

I heard him before I saw him. He was yelling something, both anger and desperation bounced off the stark white walls in a haunting echo. The sound caused me to pick up pace, I nearly ran to the door I knew he was strapped down behind. The yelling hadn’t stopped until I threw his door open. His head snapped towards me fast enough it just have hurt, his big blue eyes surrounded by shadows stopped me in my tracks as they searched me for something. The light in them kept switching between recognition and caution, like I was some plant he knew he’d seen before but couldn’t remember if it was poisonous or not.

“Peeta, Y/n wanted to see you. She’s been worried.” A voice came through some sort of speaker in the room, a doctor I’m guessing. Peeta nodded, eyes still not leaving me. I wanted to run up to him, hug him and tell him everything was okay now but the memory of the bruises on Katniss’ neck kept my feet firmly planted. I knew him and Katniss weren’t actually lovers, it was all for show and Peeta had told me many many times that he and I weren’t the same as he and Katniss, but they were still closer than most-shared trauma does that to you- and he had tried to kill her. It only made me more cautious as to what sort of reaction I would cause. If he tries to kill the person he had spent two Games trying to keep alive, what would he try to do to me?

“You look lovely.”

His voice broke the silence. His tone and the words didn’t quite match up, as it was quite blunt and more of an observation than a compliment, but it thawed a bit of the ice on my feet.

“Thank you, Peeta.” I gulped.

“You’re scared of me.” The same blunt tone escaped his mouth.

“No, not exactly. What do you remember about me?”

He looked down and blinked rapidly before looking back up at me and seemingly at loss for words. Does he not remember anything?

“Some…things.” His voice was now the cautious one. I took a step forward.

“Tell me. I’ll tell you if they’re accurate or if I remember them differently.”

“You’re Haymitch’s daughter. You live next door to me in the Victors square.”

I nodded.

“I go to your house when I have nightmares.”

I nodded.

“And we’re…”

I took another step forward.

My movement seemed to surprise him, and he blinked quickly again before the faintest blush touched his cheeks.

“What are we exactly?” He asked, eyes no longer meeting mine.

“We didn’t get the chance to really figure that out.” I breathed. This almost felt like talking to the old Peeta, but the air was too fragile.

“Katniss and I… but I thought…”

“You and Katniss put on a hell of a show. To survive. She’s your best friend.” I knew I had started to push a boundary. His eyes had darkened, face contorting in anger and confusion.

“No she..I loved her and she…She used me!”

I flinched. His anger wasn’t as painful as the certainty in his voice was. I loved her stabbed me in the gut as it echoed in the empty, too large room.

Someone must have yanked me out of the room, because I was suddenly in the hall way, staring at Peeta though the one way glass as he thrashed against his restraints, cursing Katniss’ name and screaming about mutts and monsters. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him until a shaky hand on my shoulder turned me towards them. My fathers grey eyes only took a glance at my face before pulling me into a hug.

“It isn’t real Y/n. The Capital messed with his head. This is-“

“This is my punishment isn’t it?”

He let go of me. An anger I never felt began to bubble in my throat. The stab wounds in my gut began to burn as I stared back into my fathers eyes and tears began to flood mine.

“This is my punishment! For being your daughter! For loving Peeta! For being in the way of the stupid, fake star-crossed lover’s bullshit! That wasn’t even my decision! That was you and Peeta! And now me and Katniss get to pay for it!”

I stormed out of the medical unit, everything too blurry to see exactly where I was going.

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Finnick Odair x Reader!

Place/time: Arena, Catching Fire

Info: Y/n won the hunger games a couple years after Finnick did & was picked to go back in for the 75th hunger games.

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Of course it had to be him. My neighbor, my previous mentor, my personal sun, and the most annoying motherfucker I’d ever met-Finnick fucking Odair. I couldn’t help but glare at him from my hiding place. His eyes passed by the fern I was concealed behind multiple times, and most people would assume he didn’t see me, but I wasn’t foolish, he did. Finnick isn’t some stupid pretty boy, and he has known me for years, knows me better than I do. The rest of his group continued on and he sent a smile my way once they had gotten a few feet ahead of him.

“Cocky fuck.” I groaned.

“You’ll need to speak louder if you want me to hear the shit coming out of your mouth, sweetheart.” He practically whispered before winking and turning around, fully aware I wasn’t going to kill him. Even if it weren’t for the secret alliance, I would never be able to bring myself to do it. I had spent nearly 10 years confiding in him, arguing with him, and sitting in complete silence beside him. We’d watched too many kids we had mentored die together for me to ever add him to that list, spent too many nights in silence, too many days of sharing body heat when the trauma felt like ice.

As I was deciding if I should make myself known and ask to join the group he had formed with the district 12 tributes, Finnick began to introduce me before I could even stand up.

“Katniss, do you remember Y/n?”

It stopped the group, and Katniss tightened her grip on her loaded bow.

“From your district?”

“Don’t shoot.”

I stood at Finnicks words, grabbing a broken stick as I did and chucked it at him, he leaned slightly to the left and smiled at me.

“Hello Gorgeous, done spying on me?”

“Done being a prick?”

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

I growled at the smirk that formed on his lips and walked towards him, placing mine on them before giving him my own smirk.

“You’re obnoxious.“ I rolled my eyes, grabbing his hand.

“And you can’t get enough of it.”

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The Crown Of The Morally Grey

part 6

Y/n Snape x Draco Malfoy

find the previous parts here: part one part two part three part four part five

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This one is a bit shorter but! more information about y/n comes out!!!

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Dumbledore had pulled Y/n into his office as soon as the feast was over; before she could check on Malfoy who had spent the entire sorting ceremony and feast staring at the table. Silently, the two walked through the halls up to The Headmasters Office. Dumbledore had said the password too quiet to hear and gestured for her to enter.

She’d been in the Headmasters Office once before. Her father had dragged her along to discuss putting her in more advanced classes. It had almost seemed like her father had been bragging about her in that moment, but as usual, he kept his expression unreadable. The Phoenix that had been bright with a calming aura at that time was now beginning to dull, coming close to the of this life cycle and ready to be reborn in ash.

Dumbledore offered her a chair, which she took, and a cup of tea was placed in front of her.

“Your father has informed me of The Unbreakable Vow you took.”

Y/n stayed silent.

“I praise your loyalty to young Mr. Malfoy. He isn’t who everyone thinks he is. Alas, I cannot allow you to be the one to kill me.” Dumbledore talked about his death, his murder calmly. It was inevitable, he knew it.

“You think I’m asking for your permission?” Y/n nearly laughed, anger threatening to make itself known.

“No, I don’t. I’m quite aware of your abilities Ms. Snape, but there is more at play here. You cannot be the one to end my life.”

“So, you’re going to manipulate the situation even more.” The words came out colder than Y/n realized. Dumbledore’s expression didn’t change. She stood up and put her hands on the desk.

“When Draco fails to kill you, I have to or his family, my father and I die. My father Vowed to help Draco, but I vowed to end your life if he fails. Draco and my father will not die, Professor. You will.”

Dumbledore looked away briefly, but his eyes continued to show the gears turning in his head.

“After you die, it will be another step towards the end. Your precious Potter might die as well, his friends, your students and coworkers. But Draco Malfoy will not die.”

Dumbledore looked at her again, his gaze softened, and he gave her a small smile.

“You really do remind me of your father.”

The statement threw Y/n off. The confusion mixed with her anger and left her silent, fist clenching around her wand.

“He once came to me, desperate for me to save someone he cared about, but it was too late, and instead he came to aid my side.”

“It isn’t too late for Draco.”

“No, it isn’t. But there is a pattern here.”

“This isn’t the same at all.”

“Isn’t it Miss Snape? You’re picking a side in hopes it helps the one you care about, even if it means your own demise.” Even though Y/n already knew what he was saying was true, it only angered her more. She wasn’t like her father. She could never be.

“I think it’s time you return to your dorm.” He stood, turning his back to her and gazing out a window, studying the clouds as if they were whispering to him.

“Oh, and smart of you to break Harry’s nose, its far more difficult to track physically injury than a spell.”

Y/n threw the door to the office open as she stormed through it, letting her feet guide her to wherever they wanted to go instead of focusing on her surroundings. The world was fuzzy, and her body felt too light, her surrounding seemed to shrink in size as she passed them too quickly to hide her anger.

I’m nothing like my father.

Her thoughts had become a muddled mess of the conversation and images of her father. He had never told her why he had become a double agent. She had figured he’d seen the wrong in his ways, or maybe did it only to give information to the good guys. If Dumbledore was right, and her father had done so to protect or honor someone he cared about, then what did she mean to him? He didn’t stop being a spy when she was born. He didn’t put much effort to stop her when she had vowed her life away to aid the Malfoys or seem to care that she would inevitably wear the dark mark. He hadn’t even talked to her most of the summer. For someone who made such a life-threatening decision for someone else who was in danger, he didn’t seem to care that his daughter was doing the same thing.

Another thought plagued her mind as she continued through the silent halls of Hogwarts. Dumbledore knew he was going to die, to be murdered even, and he didn’t seem to mind, even though he knew it would kick off Voldemort’s reign? Would that make killing him less terrible, or more? And why was he so sure that she couldn’t be the one to do it? What else didn’t she know about the already complex situation? What difference did it make to him who ended his life? There was another part to all of this that she didn’t know and that pissed her off more than the question of her and her father's relationship. That had always confused her, but she didn't like not knowing the details. She had made it a point in her life to know as much as she could.

When she found herself at the door to the Slytherin Common room. She nearly growled the password, “Serpentine” before shoving her way into the common room. Draco and Pansy were both sitting in the Common room, books of the coffee table in front of them. Draco didn’t look up as she entered.

“What did Dumbledore want?” Pansy asked, putting down whatever book she’d been reading.

“He wanted to talk about the classes. My father had been talking to him about my future career this summer." Y/n lied, somewhat hiding her anger as she went to sit beside Draco.

“What have you decided on?”

“Well, being due to my O.W.L.S last year, I was able to take whatever classes I wanted nearly. Dragonologist requires Care of Magical Creatures, Alchemy, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Potions and Charms.”

“I still can’t believe you want to work with Dragons.”

Y/n relaxed. The topic of her dream career putting her at ease. Ever since she and Draco snuck down to Hagrid’s years ago and saw the baby dragon- which she begged Draco to not tell anyone about but of course he didn’t listen- she’d been obsessed. When the Triwizard Champions had to face them two years ago, it only strengthened her love of the creatures. They were fascinating and she couldn’t help but feel they were incredibly misunderstood. She had spent many nights sneaking down to Hagrid’s to help him with the baby dragon he had for a few weeks and didn’t talk to Draco for nearly four months when Hagrid had to get rid of the creature. Hagrid has assured her that he’d gone to a good place with other dragons and people whose jobs it was to study and care for them. She hadn’t known such a career existed until that point, and ever since, it was an obvious answer whenever someone asked what she wanted to be when she grew up. She had overheard Ronald Weasley saying one of his older brothers worked with Dragons; she had nearly asked him about it.

“They’re...”

“Misunderstood, we know.” Pansy laughed before beginning to talk about the classes she had to take this year.

For the first time somehow, Y/n was reminded that she probably wouldn’t get the chance to become a Dragonologist. Perhaps Voldemort would need some as using Dragon’s to his advantage seemed likely. But that wasn’t how dreamt of her career choice. Using dragons for evil was never something she wanted. She glanced at Draco, reminding herself it was for him, but she blinked far more times than a person sure of their decision would.

“I’m actually going to go to bed. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

She nearly tripped as she hurried to her dorm and shut the door behind her before sliding down it with her head in her hands.

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The Crown Of The Morally Grey

part 5

Another part! sorry this took a few days! I've started writing on my computer instesd of my phone which takes me a bit longer as on my phone i can write constantly throughout the day. I hope you enjoy! Same warnings always for this story!

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King’s Cross as significantly less busy than it had been previous years, something Y/n had realized was becoming a trend wherever she went. Even the muggle population had declined. The Muggle news had become appallingly aware of the up spike in seemingly random murders. The Deatheaters had made it clear they didn’t want to be in the dark anymore and killing Muggles had become a convenient pastime for them. Please the Dark Lord and fulfill their sadistic hobby, a win-win in their views. The few Muggles she did see had enough luggage on them it was safe to assume they were moving out of the city. It wouldn’t help them any. Draco had been keeping his eyes down the entire time, brows slightly furrowed. His tidy black suit and snowy hair were a startling contrast to the bags under his hollow eyes. His mother was much the same besides the fact that her worried eyes stayed on Draco. Not only did Draco’s chances of success affect her only son, but her husband and herself as well. Y/n had wanted to assure her that she’d make sure everything would be alright for the Malfoys, but anytime she spoke, Narcissa gave her the same worried expression. Narcissa had become a motherly figure to Y/n over the years and the feeling was mutual. Y/n had overheard Narcissa referring to the two young Slytherins as “our kids” when speaking to Lucius Malfoy worriedly the previous night. Lucius hadn't seemed nearly as worried, sure his son would see the mission through and that, “The Snape girl is much more competent then her father.”

Severus Snape had been brought into conversation a few times, but Y/n didn’t have much to offer in terms of discussing her father. She’d only seen him a handful of times since The Vow, and only for a few silent minutes each time. He’d been increasingly difficult to read as the time to return to Hogwarts approached. Normally she could gather at least a hunch as to what he was feeling, but lately he’d been a blank state, glancing between Draco and Y/n before starring at nothing out a window and leaving to do whatever was taking up all of this time. Y/n had the gut feeling that nothing in particular was holding his attention besides getting out of the house and ignoring her as much as possible. Even though her hypothesis made her stomach drop, it felt right. Severus had never been the most attentive father; she wasn’t even sure of the last time they had a normal conversation. Her summers were spent at the Malfoys and outside of the classroom, she didn’t speak to him much at school.

Walking between platform 9 and 10 unnoticed was easier than usual, any muggle who could possibly see them was preoccupied with getting their families quickly on their train. As the Malfoys and Y/n got onto 9 3/4th, the brilliant red train took up most of Y/n’s vision. It somehow managed to still look as bright and full of life as it always had even as the rest of the world was smothered in the dread that hung in the air. Y/n turned to Narcissa to give her goodbyes and was pulled into a hug.

“Take care of the both of you.” Narcissa whispered in a broken voice. “I will.” “I know it will probably come down to you, he doesn’t have it in him despite what he and Lucius say. Be careful dear.” Narcissa pulled away and gave a sad smile before turning to give Draco his goodbyes.

As much as Y/n wanted to believe Draco when he said he didn’t need any help, she’d already been preparing herself for killing Albus Dumbledore. Killing someone had to change you, didn’t it? Especially someone like Dumbledore; someone people looked to and found hope through. Unlike most people, Y/n knew Dumbledore wasn’t a textbook good guy. Knowledge and the greater good was far more important to him than individual lives, and Y/n was planning on killing him for the exact opposite reasons. Dumbledore’s death would surely be another push towards Voldemort’s reign, but it would mean Draco didn’t have to die, and selfishly, she was okay with that. She’d wondered what it would mean for her future. Voldemort would probably praise her if he knew she was the one to end the only wizard who could possibly hold him back, she’d be welcomed by his side with open arms, most likely promised whatever she wanted. It was a tempting thought, but it didn’t matter. This was for Draco and his mother.

Draco grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the Hogwarts Express, dragging her down the corridor until familiar faces sat in a compartment appeared. Y/n gave a small smile before sitting across from Pansy Parkinson, a girl who Y/n had never been able to decide how she felt about. Pansy had made her interest in Draco well known since first year. She followed him around like a puppy, even managed to have a fling with him a few times, but Y/n never found herself annoyed with Pansy for it. Part of her liked the girl and knew she’d do just about anything Draco asked of her. Pansy had proven herself useful to Draco, and helped take carer of him when it was called for. In third year when Draco had been scratched by a Hippogriff and was being far too dramatic about for Y/n to deal with, Pansy was there- fueling his massive ego- but there to comfort him, nonetheless. She’d also gone to the kitchens to get him soup when he was sick and studying with him for classes Y/n didn’t take. Last year, Pansy had seemed fully invested in whatever Y/n and Draco’s relationship was, staying up late to hear whatever juicy information Y/n had to tell about their interactions. Y/n had expected Parkinson to be jealous, but she’d happily become some kind of Wingman and was just happy to hear Draco seemed happy. Pansy genuinely cared for Draco, and Y/n had an appreciation for it, despite not being the fondest of the fact that whenever Draco was around Pansy he begged for an ego boost even more than usual.

Draco looked angrier than usual as they sat. The worried, distanced look he had earlier in the day now replaced with a kind if anger and determination Y/n hadn’t seen all summer. Perhaps whatever his mother had said to him was driving it, or the fact that they were on their way to Hogwarts really made what they had to do kick him in a different direction. It was almost calming to Y/n, he was exuding what she felt, and depressed, worried Draco wasn’t nearly as fun to be around.

”Hogwarts…what a said excuse for a school. I’d throw myself off the astronomy tower if it meant I had to continue for another two years.” Draco glared, but Y/n saw him nervously playing with his fingers under the table.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Pansy asked in a whispered tone, slightly leaning forward.

“Let’s just say I don’t think you won’t see me wasting my time in Charms class next year.” Draco had hate in his voice. Blaise smiled and scoffed softly; Y/n narrowed her eyes at him.

“You amused, Blaise?” She asked him, cocking her head to the side and giving him a warning smile.

“We’ll see just who’s laughing in the end.” She continued, grabbing Draco’s hand and offering him a smirk. Draco nodded before glancing upwards and nudging her.

Y/n saw it, the smallest movement of the bag on the rack above them. It was too subtle to be a spell anyone had conjured and was clearly not meant to be noticed. Most of the rest of the ride was used to discuss upcoming classes and plan Hogsmeade trips. Y/n didn’t interact with the other Slytherin’s as much as she usually did, instead watching Draco who only offered the occasional complaint or insult towards the Professors, glancing up at the bag rack every now and then. It was rather difficult for Y/n to hide the anger or amusement she felt towards whoever was trying to eavesdrop on them. Draco had seemed to know who it was, and that brought her some kind of peace. Draco knew, and he would know how to handle it most likely, besides, if he didn’t, Y/n would figure it out. When the train stopped, Pansy and Blaise waited for their companions to follow as they got up, but Draco sat quietly, and Y/n gave them a small smile.

“You two go on, I want a moment with Draco.” She gave a small wink to Pansy who gave a small smile back that begged to be filled in later on that night before she and Blaise left. Draco stood once all the other students had gotten off and shut the door to the car train and bewitched the blinds to all close. Y/n sat and watched, intrigued.

“Didn’t mommy ever tell you it was rude to eavesdrop Potter?” Draco sneered before aiming his wand at the above rack. “Petrificus Totalus!”

A loud thub was heard as a mass fell off the rack and onto the floor besides Y/n, she stood and stepped over the eavesdropper. Of course, it had been Harry Potter. No one else was obsessed with Draco and Y/n enough to do such a thing. Him seeing them go into Borgin and Burkes would only make him more annoying this year. Draco ripped a piece of fabric off of Potter, his famous invisibility cloak surely. Potter was frozen, incapable of moving due to the spell Draco had casted. Y/n kneeled down to Potter and smiled.

“Oh yeah, she was dead before you could wipe the drool off your chin.” Y/n ignored Draco’s comment, her own mother also dying when she was a toddler. Y/n looked down at Potter, a smirk on her lips.

“How’d that go for you? Another plan of Potter’s backfired.” She teased before walking over him again to stand next to Draco. She gave Harry another glance, before slamming her foot onto his nose, grabbing Draco’s hand and pulling him out of the train.

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Master List

Draco Malfoy

The Crown Of The Morally Grey- ongoing: part one part two part three part four part five part six ( Half Blood Prince+, angst, TW)

Conversations with Draco (angst, during the War; TW)

Loki

Lady OF Magic (angst)

Characters/ Fandoms I will write for

As of right now I DO NOT WRITE SMUT. As of right now I’m not writing for specific ships, I prefer y/n🖤

I won’t be doing requests for darker situations. My own fic Crown of the Morally Grey will get somewhat dark later on. Im okay with dark undertones but I will not be taking requests for things like murder, r@pe, torture, etc.

Harry Potter

Draco

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Fred Wesley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Sirius Black

Remus Lupin

Nymphadora Tonks

Marvel

Loki

Peter Parker (Tobey, Tom, Andrew)

Thor

Tony Stark

Natasha Romanoff

My Hero Academia

Bakugo

Dabi

Deku

Kirishima

Denki

Hawks

Shoto

Mina

(Might add more later, I’m just not attached to their characters as much)

Naruto

Sasuke

Itachi

Kiba

Shikamaru

Sakura

Kakashi

Twilight

Alice

Emmet

Bella

Rosalie

Jacob

Deathnote

Light

Misa

L

Euphoria

Maddie

Fezco

Star Wars

Anakin

Hunger Games

Finnick

Peeta

Katniss

Wednesday

No romantic things, but would love to put y/n in different situations/friendships and just existing at Nevermore

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The Crown of the Morally Grey

Part 4.

Remember this is also being posted on Ao3 under the same title and username killaprevail ! I’m also taking requests and will be making a character list you can request for a bit later!

Warning: mention of kidnapping for like 2 lines dialogue.

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Diagon Alley was grey. Most of the stores were empty, occasionally someone would walk by on their way up to Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, but the life had been sucked out of everywhere else. It was haunting. The Diagon Alley Y/n remembered was full of life, too loud for her liking and always busy this time of year. Y/n knew Mr. Ollivander had gone missing, these days meaning he’d most liking been kidnapped and possibly killed by Death Eaters. She tried to act as if his empty, ransacked store didn’t have an effect on her, but she stared at the windows of the shop far too long.

“Y/n?”

Narcissa’s voice pulled her out of the trance she’d gone into while staring through shop windows. Being here with Draco and his mother should have felt nostalgic, they’d done it nearly every summer before school, but it didn’t. It was clear her childhood had ended. It crashed over her like an oceans storm, suffocating with the promise of drowning. Whenever the rare kid would pass by, arms full of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, she couldn’t help but wonder if the storm had reached them yet.

She didn’t know when Draco had grabbed her hand, but he squeezed it once. She’d dreamt before about it; visiting Diagon Alley with Draco’s hand in hers as she pulled him from shop to shop, but this wasn’t the circumstances she wanted. It wasn’t a circumstance Draco belonged in. He nodded at her, and she pulled him forward, keeping him just a step behind her as they turned down Knockturn Alley.

The usual residence of Knockturn Alley had even dulled. An occasional witch or Wizard gave them a slimy grin, but weren’t nearly as aggressive about it as she was used to. Typically whenever she visited the alleyway, she could barely walk without having some one in her face, disgusting intentions hidden behind uncomfortable compliments. Even her fathers presence hadn’t swayed them. There had been a year where a particularly nasty wizard had grabbed her arm and tried to pull her around a corner, touching her hair and keeping his eyes locked on her. She’d been thirteen at the time, lost in her fascination with the dark aura of the alley. Luckily, her father had caught sight of the encounter and shoved the wizard back with a stupefy to the chest. It had been during that trip that she bought the cursed necklace and her father had begun hammering defensive and offensive spells into her head. She hasn’t heard about the Unforgivables until then, but Severus had made sure she knew of their existence and uses. At the time, she figured he was letting her know for her own protection, but now, the killing curse seemed far too relevant for that to have been the only reason.

She wondered if her father had seen this future for her. Had he always known she’d become a spy too? He must have known she’d find herself walking to Borgin and Burkes again, but under what circumstances? Was it possible he and Dumbledore had been meaning to have her infiltrate the Death Eaters they long? She couldn’t believe her father would, but it was becoming increasingly obvious Dumbledore pulled more strings than she could tie.

The sound of someone’s foot scuffing the hard ground made her look behind her, and she saw three figures standing at the opening to Knockturn Alley, their silhouettes too familiar for her liking.

“Draco.” She whispered.

“Our best friends are following us.”

Draco glanced behind them before wrapping an arm around Y/N’s waist and picking up their pace down the set of stairs that lead into Borgin and Burkes. Of course Harry Potter and his dogs had followed after them. Seeing Draco, Narcissa and Y/n walking towards the infamous street was probably like candy to the hero complex poster children. They had always turned up whenever anything worth while was happening. Y/n could remember the countless times they had followed her, adamant she was up to no good so Harry could tell Dumbledore about his suspicion of the girl.

When the Chamber of Secrets had been opened, Harry immediately kept an eye on the young Snape and Malfoy, as if a pair of twelve year olds had been behind the whole thing. Y/n couldn’t blame Harry for his suspicions though. Her and Draco had been terrors and she was Professor Snapes daughter, someone who managed to make himself look suspicious simply by existing. She found the whole thing humorous now. This time they were right about whatever suspicions they had. Suddenly the trip to her beloved store felt even more exciting, like a game she was playing with Potter. Hermione Granger had consistently told Potter he was wrong about Y/n, that she wasn’t like her father at all and everything was just coincidental. At one time, Y/n found Hermione’s words as condescending, angered the girl didn’t think she could manage any of the things she was accused of by Potter or Ronald Weasley, but now she hoped Granger’s false perception came in handy.

Borgin and Burkes always took a minute to take in. The walls and shelves were lined with dozens of artifacts that pulled Y/n in. It smelled like dust and a sickly sweet poison. The familiarity of the store eased the ocean storm as she smiled at the shop keeper softly.

“My favorite customers. I have even more than usual. All kinds have been turning up to hand over their possessions since You-Know-Who has returned.” The shopkeeper, Borgin smiled, his eyes narrowing in at Y/n as he began to pull objects out to show her. His youngest customer he would call her, a proud gleam in his eye whenever she entered the shop.

“We’re here for one thing specifically this time, but I’ll still look around.”

He seemed pleased by her words and nodded. Draco headed straight for a large black cabinet, his fingers grazing it’s surface before calling Y/n over.

“It’s a vanishing cabinet. It’s sister is at Hogwarts.”

“Montague got stuck between the two last year didn’t he?” Y/n asked, remembering Draco telling her about their fellow Slytherin’s rather terrifying experience. He had gotten stuck between the two, unable to come out from Hogwarts side as the cabinet at Hogwarts was broken.

“So we fix the cabinet at Hogwarts and..”

“Mr. Borgin.” As soon as Y/n said his name, the man hurried over to the pair, a wicked grin on his face.

“Yes Miss Snape?”

“Could you keep this here for me?”

“Of course, anything for my favorite customer, but… Mr. Malfoy…”

Draco hissed and pulled up his sleeve, exposing the dark tattoo on his arm to Mr. Borgin. Y/n hadn’t seen it before, Draco kept it hidden under long sleeves and sweaters. The skull and snake were so undeniably real across his pale skin. It moved subtly, the skin around it looked raw and burnt not having healed fully yet. She’d seen Draco hold his arm every so often over the past few days, his eyes became distant whenever he did. The knowledge that she too would most likely gain one in the following months made her glance at her own arm for a moment, wondering if it would look as nasty on her own skin.

Mr. Borgin’s smile grew even more wicked as he nodded.

“Thank you Mr. Borgin. What else do you recommend?”

Mr. Borgin walked Y/n around the shop, showing her the new things he had come to collect. A few things had caught her eye, a dagger that still had unicorn blood stained on its blade, a rather pretty tiara that had spikes on the inner parts of its headband, and a pair of rings he hadn’t described to her.

“What are these?” She asked, eyes locking on the black and emerald pieces of jewelry.

“Those are soul rings. If two people were to wear them at the same time, they could feel eachothers heartbeat and location, occasionally thoughts depending on the bond.”

“Why are they here?“

“Rings like this were often used by captive and captor.”

Y/n hummed and glanced at Draco.

“What’s the catch?”

“Always the wiser, Miss Snape. They can’t be taken off. The captor and captive will have them forever, unless their fingers are cut off. These pair here have some residual blood on them.”

“Ring them up for me.”

Draco and Y/n had returned to her home on Spinner’s end. It was even gloomier than usual, and Y/n betwitched a tea kettle to heat up some water.

Draco sat on a chair in the living room, a book he’d stolen from the restricted section of the school library the year before in his lap. The book kept whispering in Latin as he turned the pages.

“I bought something else at Borgin and Burkes.” Y/n smiled as she sat on the arm of his chair, earning a raised eyebrow.

“I figured you had. What was it this time?”

Y/n pulled out the two rings from her pocket and handed him one.

“They’re soul rings. If we both wear them, we’ll be able to feel each others heartbeat and know eachother location.”

“I never took you for a romantic” Draco snorted and slipped the ring on his ring finger. Draco hands with rings was something Y/n had decided to not think about in that moment.

“I thought it might be nice for this upcoming year.”

“What’s the catch? You bought them from Borgin there must be something wrong with them.”

“And yet you put it on without a second thought.”

“You wouldn’t purposely curse me.”

“You sure about that?” A smirk crossed Y/N’s face as Draco rolled his eyes at her.

“What’s their story?”

“They were used by captors to keep an eye on their captives.”

“And who’s do I have?”

“I’m not sure, I can’t tell them apart.”

Liar.

Draco didn’t question it, instead studying the piece of jewelry. He flexed his hand a few ways as if getting used to the sight and looked up at Y/n.

“Looks like we’re married now.”

Y/n slipped the Captors ring on her ring finger and wiggled her fingers to show it off.

“Til death do us part.” She laughed, relishing in the possessive feeling that had begun to creep up on her.

Being possessive of Draco was nothing new, but the rings seemed to only further the feeling. A few girls at Hogwarts had tried to make a move on him, some had succeeded in their seduction but never for very long. Draco seemed to get bored or cut it off whenever some else began to show Y/n any special attention. They didn’t talk about it.

“What will I tell all of my boyfriends now?” Y/n teased. Draco growled and pulled her off the arm of the chair and into his lap.

“You don’t have any boyfriends.”

“How would you know?”

“Because I’ve scared them all off.”

“Maybe I’ll send Potter an owl.”

“You’re such a little shit.” Draco began tickling Y/n until she nearly screamed and managed to get off of him, running towards her room.

Draco followed, the ring on his finger beating excitedly.

“You can’t hide Snape.”

“I think im managing just fine.”

“You’re standing behind the door.”

There was a scuffle and footsteps from behind the door for a moment.

“No I’m not.”

Draco wouldn’t help but chuckle in amusement and opened the door. It was silent and he quickly put on his defenses, fully expecting to be ambushed when the image of a dark, smaller room full of clothes popped up on his mind. His ringed finger twitched and he walked slowly towards Y/N’s closet.

“You suck at this.”

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The Crown of the Morally Grey

Pt 3.

This part is kinda short but some fluff and shows a bit of y/n and Draco’s relationship a bit better. Honestly I love them but I don’t like writing fluff. Enjoy! Swearing per usual

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Y/n had hardly seen Severus in days. Sometimes, her and Draco could hear him come home in the early hours of the morning, but he'd be gone again by lunch. He still wasn't speaking to her, but it wasn't entirely out of the ordinary. Y/n had spent a lot of her life not speaking to her father.

Neither she nor Draco had slept much the week leading up to their Diagon Alley trip. They spent their time walking around Spinners End and searching through the Snape home library. While looking through her collection of items from Borgin and Burkes, Y/n had remembered a necklace she'd bought the year before. It was probably the deadliest item in her collection, killing anyone who touched it. She kept it in a box with enough charms on it that it was impossible to open unless she herself wanted it to. Not sure exactly if it could be useful, she packed it in the bottom of her trunk anyway.

The thought of killing Albus Dumbledore didn't feel quite as heavy at the moment, she'd place it in the same part of her brain she'd put homework; has to be done, but will finish it later.

Draco had been adamant that he wouldn't need Y/N's help as much as she'd been preparing for, but she didn't believe him. Draco was a lot of things, but he wasn't a murderer.

Does that mean I am?

It was a question she thought of often whenever a silence fell over the two of them. Surely she didn't see herself as a murderer, she'd never even thought of killing someone before now, but for some reason, it wasn't the most disgusting thought. She'd be doing it to help Draco, to get herself into the death eaters so she could get as much information as she could and help those who were fighting against them. It was for the greater good.

She wondered if she had inherited this way of thinking from her father. Was he also an angry person on the inside? Was his nonchalant exterior just a mask? Had her father ever killed anyone? Had he ever risked everything just for someone else?

They were questions she couldn't answer. Truthfully, she didn't know much about her father, he kept to himself besides the rare occasion where he'd stare out at nothing with glassy eyes or say something nasty to a student.

She saw herself in him in those moments.

Draco had been staring at the ceiling for some time now, platinum hair creating a halo against the black pillow cases. Y/n hasn’t asked what he was thinking about, too wrapped up in her own thoughts and figuring they were thinking about similar things. She had already decided Draco wouldn’t die, she’d make sure of it. If it meant sacrificing her soul, she’d sign her name in blood to save his. She should be focusing on the fact that it meant Dumbledore would die. A fantastic wizard, one so many looked up to, would die by her wand. But Draco wouldn’t, and that mattered more. She’d sit for a moment on why it mattered so much that Draco lived, but she couldn’t come up with an excuse which only concerned her more.

Draco was still laying down, looking like the most exhausted angel she’d ever seen. Alexandre Cabanel’s painting ‘The Fallen Angel’ popped into her mind whenever she looked at him.

Her Lucifer.

“You can stop staring at me now.”

“I don’t think I will.”

“I know I’m the best part of your life but it’s getting creepy.”

“Prepare to be horrified then.”

Y/n jumped on the bed and grabbed the closest pillow before slamming in in to Draco’s face. He froze for a moment, before grabbing her and flipping her under him, his legs trapping hers as he grabbed another pillow to smack her with.

“You’ll pay for that Malfoy.”

“I can afford it.”

“Oh shut up!”

Y/n had shoved Draco back but he didn’t move and gave her an irritating smirk.

“Can’t move?”

“What’s your game plan here? Hold me hostage til you fall asleep?”

“I was thinking more like forever.”

He had said it so nonchalantly, even shrugged, but Y/n had to blink a few times in an attempt to get rid of the haze that had overcome her thoughts. It wasn’t fair. Being Draco’s best friend wasn’t fair. His stupid hair wasn’t fair. The position he had put them in wasn’t fair.

Get your shit together Snape.

She felt she had two decisions; change the subject or win.

“I’d be fine with that, as long as it’s only you.”

Draco didn’t say anything for a moment and just stared at her. It wasn’t the first time the two had found eachother smothered in whatever this energy was, but it was typically in a crowed classroom or right before a quidditch game. The awareness of exactly how alone they were in this moment had begun to close in on him. How alone they would be this upcoming year had suddenly become apparent. Y/n looked at him, an ever growing smirk on her face as she watched his brows furrow softly. His entire body had tensed, and his eyes kept searching hers.

“You can stop staring at me now.” She whispered, the smallest bit of mocking laced in her words.

Draco relaxed and gave a small smile.

“I don’t think I will.”

“I know I’m the best part of your life but it’s getting creepy.” Y/n had deepened her voice in an attempt to mimic his, but it was lost by the last word as it turned into a giggle.

“Then be prepared to be horrified.” And he smacked her with a pillow.

Y/n grabbed him and pulled him to the side, making him land beside her, to which she then laid her head on his chest and wrapped and arm around him. Draco welcomed it, having grown accustomed to falling asleep like this the past few days. It was the only way either of them seemed to be able to get any sleep anymore. His hand in her hair and her every once in a while moving as if trying to get even closer to him.

He often wondered if they could fuse into one person, that way she’d be with him always. This closeness had quickly become an addiction to him that he wouldn’t admit. Y/n had always been around. They’d known eachother for years and she managed to pop up whenever he found himself alone. It was rare to find one without the other. She had even snuck into the boys common room early on Saturday mornings just to sleep beside him for a few hours the previous year. Draco hadn’t questioned it. He couldn’t help but pull her impossibly closer to him once he knew she’d fallen asleep. Her father being absent lately was a blessing and a curse. Draco quickly fell asleep soon after Y/n, both of them dreaming of what ifs and what’s to come.

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Am I the only one who doesn’t enjoy writing fluff? I don’t mind writing dialogue for fluff, but the in between descriptions? Absolutely not.

I want angst and arguments

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*Sighs dreamily* Writing dialogue, my beloved.

*Hisses with intense malice* Writing all the dialogue tags and actions between dialogue, my beloathed.

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The Crown of the Morally Grey

Part 2/?

Severus Snape ! Daughter Y/N

Y/N IS NOT A “HERO”

Enjoy!

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Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

Y/n had been pacing for hours. Draco was coming over today. Her father had told her what Draco’s mission was the day before- to Kill Albus Dumbledore. Y/n had known whatever he was ordered to do must have been horrific if Narcissa had asked Severus for help, but she hadn’t imagined a sixteen year old boy would be told to kill one of the greatest wizards to ever exist. She was sure Voldemort thought Draco would fail and it would be an excuse to kill him, but she was also sure she couldn’t let that happen. Not only would the unbreakable vow actually kill her if she didn’t do what she promised, but she’d known Draco since they were eleven. Her fathers life was also on the line if he didn’t help Draco.

She’d tidied up her room about ten different times, trying to settle the restlessness, but it didn’t work. A smart person would have asked what Draco was ordered to do before literally promising their life away, but of course the one time she didn’t question everything just happened to be the textbook reason she should’ve.

Her room had felt exceptionally smaller since the Vow. The dark green walls she usually found comfort in now only reminded her of the stereotype she’d fallen into in a matter of days. Hadn’t Ron always said she’d turn out to be a Death Eater just like the other Slytherins? She had heard students say she was going to marry Draco and become another family that followed Voldemort. No matter what she did, how many times she’d openly told Draco off whenever he uttered a word of blood purity-although she knew he didn’t truly believe it, Lucius Malfoy was a piece of work that Draco constantly felt the need to impress- the whispers never shut up. Unfortunately now, the whispers bounced around in her head.

She couldn’t decide if she was glad Draco was coming, or if she felt like his arrival would be one of the horsemen of the apocalypse. She could picture him showing up in a black suit, his hair so meticulously styled it annoyed her, but the thought of his white blonde hair brought back the image of the pale horses and she shoved it away.

What’s taking him so long?

At nearly half past six in the evening, Y/n left her room, the inclosing walls too much of a reminder of her soon return to Hogwarts and her soon to be mission. She had determined that she would feel better when Draco arrived. Her father wasn��t the comforting type, at least Draco would speak to her.

A pan was stirring itself on the stove when she entered the kitchen, some kind of pasta and sauce, but the rest of the house was silent and still which let her know her father had gone out again, probably to inform Dumbledore of what had happened a few days before. It made her glare at the innocent pot of pasta and debate on throwing it at the wall.

Maybe after I eat.

The rest of the house wasn’t exactly as safe as the cooking meal however. Y/n had created quite the mess while taking every book off the bookshelves in hope of finding any kind of information that could distract her without any luck. Even if somehow there was an answer in any of them, her brain refused to comprehend any of the it and the words turned into an out of focus jumble of letters. Y/n had never considered herself an angry person, but the last few days anger and anxiety were the only things she could focus on. Her Slytherin ambition only ignited the flames, knowing she’d do whatever it took to do what she signed up for correctly, better than anyone else could.

After the living room book shelves had been throw around the room, she took it upon herself to search her fathers study. Severus Snape wouldn’t have written down any other information, that would have been stupid, but she decided to go through it all anyway, yanking open drawers and not caring to put anything back in its place. Her father could fix it all with a spell anyway. Of course she found nothing, which only pissed her off more. Her searching was pointless and desperate.

A knock on the door interrupted the glare she was giving her fathers bedroom door, and she took a mental note to get back to it later. She slammed a drawer shut and walked to the front door, opening it with more force than necessary and only calmed when she saw her visitor.

“Draco.”

He nodded in response and she let him in. Admittedly, knowing the first thing he saw when he entered the small home was the ransacked living room was a bit embarrassing. Draco looked out of place. His clean black knit sweater and trousers didn’t belong in the now disheveled room, but the dark circles under were fitting. A pale horse indeed.

“I see you’ve done some cleaning.” He chuckled lightly, giving her a smirk.

“I was pissed off.”

“Those poor books.”

There was a beat of silence between them, something that didn’t happened often but felt like it would become a new normal. Another thing on top of the ever growing list of changes that were to come.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do this.”

“I do.”

“You could run.

Y/n wondered if Draco actually knew all of it. She guessed Narcissa hadn’t told him about the Unbreakable vow. Draco would have been upset if he knew his mother asked someone to help him, his pride would have taken quite the stab. No, he couldn’t know, otherwise he wouldn’t have told her to run. If she tried, the Unbreakable Vow would kill her. She wasn’t sure of what Draco had been told about the situation and would need to get it out of him.

“I’d be hunted down if I ran, you know that.”

Draco nodded knowingly, his eyes glazing over for a moment as he thought. He knew all too well. Draco’s life was on the line if he didn’t do what he was meant to, probably his families too.

“So you really want to? To become a Death Eater? You never seemed interested in it.” So that was the story was it?

“The war is coming, and I’m not going to be on the losing side.” She nearly winced as she said it. Lying to Draco was going to be the hardest part of this whole thing. He knew he better than anyone.

“Does your father know?”

“He knows somethings. He knows I want to join.”

“Does know you’ve been given this test? Helping me I mean?”

Huh, not a bad story.

“No. He’d freak if he knew. My father isn’t very good at expressing his emotions but this…”

It wasn’t entirely a lie. This whole thing had sparked more emotion from Severus than anything she’d ever seen. She caught him glassy eyed a few times in the last few days. He’d put his hand on her shoulder whenever he could tell she was thinking too hard. It wasn’t the most comforting thing, but it was something.

“We’ll be going to Diagon Alley with my mother after we get our letters, like we always do.” Draco had sat down on a faded purple chair, Y/n’s chair.

“I want to go into Borgin and Burkes. I saw something there last time I went with father that I think could help us.”

Borgin and Burkes was known for having shady artifacts. Lots of the customers were Deatheaters or people interested in the dark and strange. Her father had taken twice, once to inform her of the shop and those who went into it and once because she had had a fascination with the dark and powerful objects it sold. She even owned a few small and rather harmless things from the store kept in a china cabinet in her room.

“Good idea. I’ll look through my collection as well.”

“What would you like to do until then?”

“Enjoy the last summer we might ever have.”

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The Crown of the Morally Grey

Part 1.

Hellooooo this is part 1/?. It’ll be a lengthy multi multi part fic I will be posting on AO3-user name Killaprevail-as well. This part is 1649 words long and it’s only the beginning. Eventually, it will be Y/N X Draco. Swearing, later parts will include violence, lots of angst, but for now swearing is the only warning! I won’t be doing any smut in this sorry!

Y/N IS NOT A “HERO” IN THIS

Severus Snape ! Daughter Y/N

Enjoy!✨

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Spinners End wasn't the nicest place, and the house at the end of the street wasn't any different. The small home could be seen as rather depressing, the furniture old and desaturated in color. For most of the year, the house would sit quiet, leather bound books collecting dust in silence. Now though, the furniture had all been dusted, curtains drawn back to let in some light. It was another exceptionally grey day, but for once, the house was anything but quiet.

“Why do I have to participate?”

“I already told you why.”

“I don’t want any part of this! I’m already stuck in it because of your shit choices, and now you’re making me get even more involved?” The fight between Severus Snape and his sixteen year old daughter had been going on for days. Severus had been out of the house even more than usual, and when he was home it led to a series of questions from the witch until he finally told her the truth.

Severus Snape was a double agent and Y/N had no say it in.

“I need your help in this. Dumbledore asked specifically-“

“Fuck Dumbledore. Lots of help he’s been, it’s fucking fantastic never having a father who’s never around because the old git is helping him commit suicide.”

“Y/N you will not talk about Albus that way.”

“I’ll talk about him however I want. You’ll be killed.”

“No one will find out Y/N.”

“And if they do I’m an orphan and the daughter of a spy. Fucking fantastic!”

Y/N stormed out, slamming her bedroom door shut as she went. The fights had seemed endless lately. She was scared and mad and so tired. Sleep had been a thing of the past ever since she found out about her father. It was impossible to not stare at the clock all night, worried he’d somehow been caught. Sometimes she wished he had just stayed being a Death Eater, at least then she wouldn’t be worried about either side finding out the truth. No, she knew her father wasn’t a double agent for good reasons, but why’d it have to be him? Her participation wouldn’t bother her so much if she had any kind of say in it. In fact, she found what her father was doing to be quite noble, and something she’d been debating on doing for the past year. No one would question if a Slytherin girl had joined Voldemorts side, she’d be welcomed with open arms but Merlin why did her father have to be a part of it?

Her father had also told her about The Order Of the Phoenix, the good guys, whom she would join without hesitation, but the idea that her father could be on the opposite side of her in a hypothetical battle was enough to make her puke. And Dumbledore,-fucking Dumbledore- had specifically asked Severus if she could help. She was the same age as a few kids on the opposing sides, even friends with one. Dumbledore had told her father he just wanted her to watch out for them, make sure they were alright, but she knew the truth; Dumbledore wanted another double agent. Again, it was something she probably would have done, even offered to do if it wasn’t something she had to.

Merlin she wanted to hit something, to pull out her hair and scream. The fantasy of ringing her hands around Voldemort and Dumbledore’s necks came to her before she kicked the closest piece of furniture hard enough to make her wince.

“Stupid fucking-“

“Y/N…” her door opened slowly to reveal her father, his face blank as ever but his eyes showing his concern. Despite how hard he tried, he could never hide his emotions from her.

“Yeah, I’m coming. Give me a second.” Severus nodded and closed the door.

She quickly pulled on a sweater and gave the bedside table she had kicked a glare before heading out to meet her father. The tension in the air was still floating around, but it wasn’t as thick, at least for now.

She had only begun prepping dinner when there was a knock on the door. The Snape household very rarely had visitors, in fact she couldn’t remember the last time they had one. All the information she’d received lately told her that this couldn’t possibly be good. Swallowing her nerves, she went to the front door and opened it.

“Miss Malfoy, what a pleasure. Come on-“ Y/N’s greeting was cut short when she saw who was standing behind the familiar witch; Bellatrix Lestrange.

Definitely not good.

The infamous witch terrified her. Her father never hid the evils of the world from her, and had told her why Bellatrix had gone to Azkaban when news broke that she had gotten out. Bellatrix was even more sadistic than most Deatheaters.

“Come on in, would you like some tea?”

Y/N slipped back into the kitchen as soon as she could, leaving her father to talk to Mrs. Malfoy and Bellatrix Lestrange.

God it’s already starting.

Although she knew her fathers double agent life would start affecting her soon, she didn’t think it would be this early. Bellatrix Lestrange was in her house for fucks sake, Merlin only knows what she could want. She couldn’t help but stare at the door that separated the kitchen and living room, keeping as silent as she could in hopes she could make out any vital information.

Bellatrix didn’t trust Severus, Narcissa did, the Dark Lord had told him something that Bellatrix didn’t think he should know. None of it really surprised her until a familiar name caught her undivided attention.

“You know what the Dark Lord has asked of Draco, he’s just a boy.”

Draco was tied up in all of this?

Of course he was, she should have known better. Everyone knew the Malfoys had ties to Voldemort, especially Lucius Malfoy, and Draco liked to blab him mouth about his father being involved though he never gave details. Was this why he hadn’t been answering her owls since school had gotten out? She’d seen the anxiety in him one the Hogwarts Express on the last day of school. She’d figured it had something to do with his father and the Dark Lord, but she hadn’t imagined Voldemort would ask something of Draco.

“It might be possible for me to help Draco.”

Her fathers words put her in some sort of trance and she found herself bursting back into the living room, causing the three adults to go silent.

“What does he need help with?” She demanded, her eyes on Narcissa and Narcissa only.

“This is no conversation for a child, leave.” Her father said with more emotion in his voice than she’d heard in a long time and she could feel his eyes on her but she didn’t budge.

“I’m the same age as Draco, he’s only a few days younger.”

“This doesn’t concern you, Y/N.”

“Yes it does.” She turned to her father, giving him a determination look to which returned with.

“Severus, the Dark Lord hasn’t approved of-“

“I don’t care, Draco’s my friend. Let me help.”

Narcissa stared back at Y/N, an internal war going on in her eyes. Narcissa was familiar with the young Snape, she’d practically watched her grow up from how often she had come to visit.

“I’m not sure how you could help Y/N.”

“She won’t be. Y/N, leave.”

The anger that struck Y/N was unlike any she had felt in a long time. How could he and Dumbledore request her to watch over the other students but not permit her to help any of them? Especially her friend.

No, Dumbledore would tell me to do this, it’s father who doesn’t want me to.

Dumbledore must also know what Draco had been asked to do, that was probably why he wanted to to watch over him. Perhaps Dumbledore was even more manipulative than she thought. Despite her anger towards the older wizard, this was one of his motives she agreed with and wasn’t going to let go of. Even if she had never gotten asked to do anything, she would have noticed something was up with Draco and watched over him anyway. There had been many times Y/N had been the person Draco vented to, and many times they had both either accompanied eachother in a comforting silence or forced whatever was wrong out, even what one time Y/N had to smack him to put his head back on straight.

“If she wants to help, let her.” Bellatrix finally said, a wicked grin on her lips as she began to walk towards Y/N.

“What better way to prove your loyalty to the Dark Lord than your own daughter helping Draco fulfill his role?” The laugh that threatened to fall from Bellatrix’s lips made Y/Ns blood run cold, but she continued to stare straight at Narcissa, waiting.

“Y/N I can’t ask you to-“

“I’m not asking, and I’ll do it with or without your permission.”

Her fathers hand on her shoulder caught her off guard momentarily, breaking her stare and turning her head to look at him. He nodded only enough for her to see and stepped forward.

“We will help Draco.”

“Swear to it.” Bellatrix demanded. “Make the unbreakable vow.” Her voice came out somewhere between a whisper and a hiss. She had began to approach both the Snapes.

“It’s just empty words. They’ll give it their best effort but when it matters most, Severus will slither back into the hole, coward.” Bellatrix had circled them before walking back over to Narcissa. Y/N glared daggers at the unhinged witch anger replacing any amount of former fear, and she stepped toward Bellatrix who’s wicked grin reappeared.

“Take out your wand.”

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Hello!✨ Part 1 of a multipart pic will be going up sometime today!!! Look out for ‘The Crown of the Morally Grey’ !!!

I was going to do it year 3-7/the war buttttt let’s be honest I hate writing the years where everyone is younger and the idea that inspired the whole fic takes place during HBP soo it’ll be starting in summer before 6th year! It’ll be Y/N Snape X Draco but won’t be for a while and isn’t the focus! Be on the lookout for it today!