#Draco in denial

[sitp-recs]

I love your rec list so much, it’s like my comfort page. You have an oblivious Harry list but what about when Draco is oblivious or in denial about Harry’s possible feelings?

Thank you, I’m so happy to hear that! Sure thing, here are some fics I don’t see recced often. They’re a nice mix of oblivious Draco and Draco in denial, hope you enjoy!

Professor Potter and his Magical Menagerie by @dracogotgame (T, 7.5k)

Harry Potter descends on Hogwarts with a horde of magical beasts. Professor Malfoy is not amused.

Proof of the Pudding by daisymondays (T, 10k)

When Greg's bakery opens on Diagon Alley, Draco doesn’t expect it to the place he ends up finding love, but then again Harry Potter has always defied Draco's expectations.

What Real Thing? by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (E, 12.6k)

They don’t cuddle, they don’t talk about their relationship (or lack thereof) and they certainly never fall asleep in each other’s arms.

The Year of Non-Magical Thinking by whiskyandwildflowers (E, 13.6k)

"I don't know what I'm going to do, Potter. I'll think of something. So will you. But this is my journey to self-actualization," Draco managed to smirk. "You can fuck off and get your own."

Take the Moon by @tackytigerfic (M, 15k)

Harry Potter has always wanted a family of his own, and when a deadly blood curse forces him into a marriage bond with his best friend Draco Malfoy, it looks like he might just have found one. It's just a shame they’d always planned to break up after a year…

Vanishing Cabinets by @romaine2424 (E, 18k)

Take one Wizarding Family Values politician who has a secret life, and add one Auror who detests discrimination of any type, but becomes a bit obsessed with said politician, and you have enough sparks to ignite a Beltane fire.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (T, 22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Better To Burn Than To Fade Away by Ren (E, 23k)

Harry Potter is a legend in the world of broomstick racing. He's won almost every cup, trophy, and bowl – except for the historical London-Nome which has been on hiatus for the past several years. Now the London-Nome is starting again, and Harry will do anything to pull off one last big win.

the strength to stay by violetclarity (E, 29k)

Draco and Harry are the best Senior Aurors in the DMLE, which is why they’re working the case about Wings – a dangerous new potion that sends users into a dreamscape from which they may never return. When Harry is kidnapped by the group behind Wings, Draco takes it upon himself to go after him, and is forced to confront the reality of Harry’s feelings for him, which he’s been ignoring for years.

A Secondary Education by Thunderbird587 (E, 234k)

Fleeing the aftermath of his recent divorce, Draco Malfoy takes up a post as the new Potions Master at Hogwarts. At first he believes his hopes for a fresh start are dashed when he sees that a certain boyhood rival is on staff there as well. But Harry Potter is being weirdly nice to him, leaving Draco no choice but to play along.

[myfeetrcolddd]

Under the mistletoe

"And you're sure it'll only stop the two of them?" Draco asked, his eyes narrowed and skeptical of the curly haired Gryffindor.

"Yes, Malfoy, I'm sure." Hermione replied, annoyed at the Slytherin boys skeptics.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

Theodore Nott and Y/N L/N were completely oblivious and deep in denial. The amount of times the two gushed to their respective friends about something the other did was far too many.

It was obvious that they liked each other. Everyone knew, but them it seemed, and it was unbearable. Especially for their friends who couldn't take the constant talks about how much one liked the other but 'It would never happen because he's way out of my league.' or 'She deserves better than me.'

So Harry did the unspeakable, he went and talked to Draco. The two groups came up with a plan.

It was the holidays, Theo and Y/n were already practically a couple, doing things together that no normal friends would, all they weren't doing was kissing or shagging.

The two groups knew there was no way of really forcing them to confess, but if they could get the two to kiss then they'd have to confront the obvious attraction they felt for the other, and surely they wouldn't be able to deny the face that the other liked them.

It was nearly fool proof. The just had to find a way to execute it.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise shouted, grinning as he ran into the room of requirement, the official meeting place for operation Kiss, as Blaise suggested, though no one else wanted to call it that there was no other options.

"What're you on about." Ron said, frowning.

"Mistletoe!" Blaise repeated, still grinning like a madman as he held up the tiny bundle of mistletoe, showing it to everyone in the room.

"Yeah, we get it, mistletoe." Mattheo mocked, "What about it?"

"This," He waved the thing around in his friends face, "Is how we get them to kiss!"

"Mate..." Harry said slowly, "Hate to break it to you, but they've gone under mistletoe before, the completely ignore it. Like literally everyone else does."

"Yeah, I know that." Blaise says, annoyed by the lack of enthusiasm in the room, "But what if we found a way that forced them to not ignore it!" He waited for someone to interrupt him, to say it was a dumb idea, but when no one didn't he went on, "Hear me out, what if when they both walked under it it somehow kept them there! So that they wouldn't be able to leave that spot until they kissed!"

Everyone stared at him, confused but intrigued.

"And how would we do that?"

Blaise rolled his eyes, "Well I don't know." He sassed, "I came up with the idea, you all can figure out how to do it." He huffed as he dropped himself onto one of the many sofas in the room.

As if they were all thinking the same thing they all turned towards Hermione, who looked startled by the attention, "I don't know why you're all looking at me." She frowned.

"Well you're the smartest one here..." Enzo said and the girl pressed her lips into a thin line before she rolled her eyes.

"Well, there probably is a way it's possible, we'd have to modify a potion or maybe even a spell, especially since we don't want to trap others under the mistletoe, so we'd have to find a way to keep it person specific..." Hermione then rattled on about all the ways they could go about it and soon they had a plan.

It took a week for things to be ready.

(✿◕‿◕✿)

"Have your friends been acting weird lately?" Y/N asked Theo as they walked out of potions.

"More than usual actually." The boy replied and glanced down at the girl he was sure he wanted to marry.

"Same, and I swear I've seen Hermione talking with Draco so much this week."

"Maybe they're finally getting together." Theo smirked, "Salazar knows it's about time."

The girl laughed and shook her head, "Tell me about it. If they don't get together this year then I'm going to be out of ten galleons."

The pair went quiet for a moment and Y/N took the chance to look up at her best friend. He was beautiful, and quite possibly the love of her life. She had never planned on letting her feelings get this far.

It had only started as a small crush on a boy she was friendly with back in second year. But then they got closer, and the closer they got the harder she fell.

Now they're in their last year and she still hadn't confessed, she figured it was too late, and it was clear he didn't want anything other than friendship from her. He had had multiple girlfriends before, and none of them looked like her, they were quite the opposite actually.

Y/N was counting on losing feelings for him this year, it would be for the best.

As if he could feel her eyes on him Theo turned and looked at her, his green-blue eyes meeting hers. For a moment she felt her heart stop, she was lost in them and the swirling colors.

But then she shook her head and looked forward and started to rant about whatever came to mind. It was a good thing she always had at least one thing to rant about. Or she should say two, but it would be idiotic to rant to Theo about himself. It would also make her feelings for him obvious.

The two turned into a deserted hall and as they passed beneath an arch way they found that neither of them could take a step forward.

Their feet were stuck to the ground.

Y/N turned to Theo frantically, "What's going on?!"

"I dunno, I can't lift my feet off the ground."

"Neither can I..." She went silent and found that she could pivot. She looked around, and it wasn't until she looked up that she saw mistletoe hung from the high archway. But surely that had nothing to do with it, so she ignored it.

"Did the twins do this?" Theo started to ask but then remembered that the infamous pranksters had graduated. But that was all either of them could come up with, it was something the twins would do.

So maybe it was a Weasly.

The pair ended up staring at each other, the both of them ignoring the close proximity and the fact that their chests were touching.

After ten minutes Y/N had come up with an idea. It was a stupid one and she wasn't sure if it would even work. But Theo wouldn't stop staring at her and she was sure she looked like a tomato under the heat of his gaze.

"Theo." She said.

"Y/N."

The girl took a deep breath before blurting the words, "Kiss me."

"W-what?" Theo stuttered, his heart beating ten times faster now and a light blush coating his cheeks. His eyes flicked down to the lips he dreamt about kissing, the plump lips he fantasized about at night. He swallowed thickly and met her eyes once more. "I- Why?"

"I'm just-" She paused, "Testing out a theory." She wanted to kiss him, but she didn't at the same time. She didn't want to kiss him under these circumstances, if she was going to kiss him she wanted him to know it was because she liked him.

"Okay..." Theo said slowly and Y/N looked up at him with determination in her eyes.

She took a deep breath and brought her hands up to the boys face, instinctually his hands found her waist, "I really really like Theodore Nott!" She blurted quickly before smashing her lips onto his.

Theo stood still for a moment before he realized she was kissing him, and he wasn't kissing her back. So he did.

The kiss was sloppy, and rushed, and there was passion and hunger in it. Both of them seemed t have forgotten what was happening, losing themselves in the kiss of their lives.

It was only when she tugged on the hairs at the back of Theos head and he let out a groan did Y/N realize what she was doing.

Horrified she pushed him off, and when he stumbled back a step she saw that her theory was right and she bolted off. Running far far away from the boy and her feelings.

Meanwhile Theo stood there, dazed and confused and impossible flustered, and all he could think about was that he had just kissed her. And he knew he was going to marry her.

"She likes me too." He mumbled, smiling to himself as his fingers brushed across his lips.

No clue how to go on from this. Might make part two ;3

[daddiesdrarryy]

Pansy when Draco asks her why he’s always so fixated on Harry Potter for no reason:

[oh-starstarstar]

harry potter masterlist.

— * indicates smut!

i. marauders:

-remus lupin:

pretty when you cry*

why do you do that?* (+ s.b)

poly!marauders jealous smut*

daily reminder.

-sirius black:

why do you do that?* (+r.l.)

poly!marauders jealous smut*

-james potter:

poly!jily thoughts*

poly!marauders jealous smut*

ii. lightening era:

-draco malfoy:

-theo nott:

-pansy parkinson:

[autumnweeen]

Updated at last!

I’ve been working on fleshing out the rest of the story since February and chapter 2 is finally here.

If you’re seeing this for the first time know that:

-it’s not a HEA

- there’s MCD

- it’s about Hanahaki disease, unrequited love and denial of feelings

- there will be blood

- kind of a canon semi-rewrite but not quite

- 24 chapters and around 90k to 100k long

[blackcathjp]

self-arrogant and pathetic top draco begging to fuck harry... he jokingly flirts but secretly really wants harry. a loser top who doesn't know what to do with his attraction so he channels his inner douchery, saying stuff like "where's my hug at?", "OOOH you sooo want me ;)" boldly asks when they'll fuck every 2 weeks, only to go WOAH... WAIT A MINUTE?!? 😳 when harry finally agrees. lives in a state of horny confused denial. all bark, no bite. talks up a big game but can't deliver.

feisty hot and cold harry who sometimes indulges the teasing, but dreads seeing draco since he always yaps nonsense. usually rolls his eyes or ignores him. would angrily yell, "as if i'd let you fuck me, you wanker!" yet, he goes home and thinks about it. a lot. like putting draco on his knees, making him suck his cock or eat his arse. imagines teaching draco how to fuck him best. draco is annoying, yet harry craves his presence and his flirtatious touches - curse his stupid stupid heart and stupid stupid cock!!

so... mean (kinda dom) bottom harry and service top draco... MMMHH

** short blurb below **

draco obediently sits on the floor, confused and horny, staring up at harry while his hands clutch his arse. despite the supposed obedience, he still mouths off smugly, "come on potter, let me show you how good malfoy cock is-"

only for harry to shove a thumb into his mouth, sinking down on his cock. draco groans loudly, overwhelmed by the tight heat but even more by the glorious, powerful vision of harry potter above him, looking down at him with disdain, indifference, annoyance, and most of all, arousal. he shouldn't be that turned on by harry looking at him like a pathetic toy that he's going to use. it feels so wrong... yet so good.

harry leans down, nipping at his jaw. "this is the only way to shut you up, hmm?" he tugs draco's mouth open, slipping in two fingers next to his thumb, then licking his stretched mouth. draco whimpers, shuddering when harry whispers across his lips, "fuck me as good as you say you can."

[sweetcatteahp]

Harry: Oi Malfoy!

Draco: What do you want Potter?

Harry: *trying to flirt* Do you have two tongues in your mouth right now?

Draco: What?? No, of course I don't, what are you talking about?

Harry: .. *panicking inside* (okay Harry you can do this)

Harry: Do you want to?

Draco: ..??

Draco: Is that supposed to be some kind of horribly phrased, and executed, threat?

(Not og, inspired by another post)

[hpdmguy]

assuming the sorting scarf comes after the sorting hat (as shown by harry), we never see what sexuality the sorting scarf gives draco. we hear his placement into slytherin offstage, and then he appears on stage (DID SOMEONE SAY DRACO MALFOY?)

[dracolizardlars]

so while reading on all the fairywren species on Wikipedia I was delighted to discover the red-backed fairywren exists. all the other species I know of have splashes of blue or purple, so THIS guy is a real stand out case!

I also enjoyed reading this:

Alien species observing a man giving another man a bunch of flowers: "this must be an act of aggression"

[daddiesdrarryy]

Draco: Denying. I choose denying.

Pansy: You have to choose the other one, okay? Do it again.

[thesilverlady]

While I personally don't like Daemon but reading greens takes about him especially Aemond stans is so funny because they're very bitter about the fact that Daemon is better than Aemond in everyway possible and that's an objective truth, they like to play the high moral ground that Daemon is a groomer pedo (which is true) and that Aemond is morally better which is really funny because who said that the person who nuked whole region because he was angry is morally better than anyone? Do they think that Aemond's relationship with Alys is some Disney story when he literally killed everyone of her bloodline then take her as his war prize which could translate to a sex slave. I NEED Aemond's stans to accept that they're stanning a dark character and not some jon/rob type of a character because fighting other real people and insult them for your fave genocider and rapist is actually embarrassing

sorry I took quote long to answer this but I finally finished my uni exams so I'm only now finally free (🥳)

Anyways, I'm very happy that despite not liking daemon's character you can see the ridiculousness in those takes.

honestly, the show is the reason to blame for SO many bad takes. Like, people not understanding how bastards and legitimacy works in the fantasy world of Westeros, not realizing honor and broken oaths play role, the politics of north vs south, the religious power, the MANY dubious/power imbalanced relationships we see, the family drama... I mean, there are even people who genuinely refuse to acknowledge that misogyny is a huge theme in the book and plays a huge role in the dance, so...

And I get it, not everyone is a reader. And despite how much I love f&b I'll be the first to admit that it's not an easy book. And some people will simply never understand how unreliable narration works.

I think the people you're mentioning will either have a rude awakening when s2 will air or some huge celebration, depending how the show will take aemond's character.

I have no doubt they'll have him do his canon actions. Similarly how he did in s1 (attacking his nephews, the toast during dinner, killing Luke etc) But as you can see with how they portrayed his murder of lucerys (aka suddenly he couldn't control his dragon because.... ✨ plot ✨) They can easily twist his future actions (burning the riverlands, massacring house strong, the dubious thing he had with Alys) into something more sympathetic.

George being part of the team means nothing to me. If he cares for the story and the characters he wouldn't have let them getting destroyed like this in the first place.

And in my eyes there's no fixing hotd.

Now when it comes to the fandom, a huge issue that goes both with team green and team black is that they cannot seperate book canon, show version and headcanons. They put everything into the mix and you get the most unhinged arguments.

[detectivebambam]

"draco x female reader"

LMAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

be so real.

[xknivesandpensx]

Denial

Summary: While Hermione's adamant to leave her feelings for Draco behind, he comes to an unexpected awareness of his own, if only for a fleeting moment. And what does Gilderoy Lockhart have to do with it?

This is part two of three of my prequel series before I start the story I have in mind. It takes place during the second movie, but I do make a few mentions of things that only happened in the book and a bit from my other one-shot First Impressions. Thanks to anyone who decides to read!

Hermione decided she didn’t quite like Draco as much as she once did. Not due to his physical features, for he still drew her attention with his boyish looks and those rare, quiet moments when a smirk no longer held up his lips in a condescending way. Surprisingly, he indeed knew how to smile. It illuminated his pale face in a manner of which so very few were allowed to witness.

Of course, she merely beheld those instances by pure accident.

He continued to style his blond hair sleeked back and never really stopped being a thorn in Harry’s side (discordant with Ron as well). Even so, Hermione kept her fluttering feelings alive for a years’ time until he insulted her by use of a very derogatory term.

Not only did it draw tears to her eyes but it hurt in a way which shattered the image of Draco she framed in her mind. Obviously, she knew of his spiteful deeds and combative structure set between himself and her friends, yet she clung to a crush that now may as well be scattered in the wind.

However, her current predicament caused them to be in the same room together. Gilderoy Lockhart personally asked for her assistance, to which she nodded vigorously, desiring very much to be in his company. The problem formed when Draco reluctantly got involved.

He tried to deny the professor’s request to no avail, even snippily questioned why he didn’t bother getting Harry instead.

Helping Gilderoy answer fan mail might have been considered his version of serving detention, if only to specifically speak more to Harry that is. Nevertheless, Hermione thought him rather generous to take the time during the approaching winter season to answer letters and sign autographs.

So, he sat at his desk, flashing a perfect smile in their direction whenever speaking, as Hermione and Draco were situated next to one another, writing out addresses onto envelops and attaching a small candy cane for added holiday cheer.

He had to momentarily excuse himself to fetch more ink, leaving the pair alone. Before departing, Gilderoy took a moment to complement her handwriting, using the words absolutely stunning and even pattered her on the shoulder. Hermione blushed furiously.

Draco inwardly scoffed at the reaction; her tinted pink cheeks noticeable despite the low evening lighting.

He thought about simply leaving. Walking out would prove straightforward enough, but with his luck they’d end up passing one another. As an alternative, he turned to a rather obvious complaint.

“We’ve been at this for two hours. You’d think he’d give it up already. Fan mail? As if anyone actually cares.” He shifted in his seat, folding his arms on the table.

He caught sight of the photo of Lockhart nearest to him, the man in the image sharing a wide grin as he winked.

Muttering about absurdity of it all, Draco slammed the frame down. The bang echoed throughout the silent room, making those in the many portraits jump.

“At least he takes his fame in stride,” Hermione replied ready to defend the man. “I believe him to be serious-minded about the whole thing. Kindhearted, even.”

“You and every other girl at this school,” Draco rebuked with an easy roll of his eyes. “He’s a joke. And you just sit there batting your eyelashes at him hoping he’ll take notice.”

The thought of asking about the Chamber of Secrets or somehow getting any information regarding the identity of the Heir of Slytherin slipped upon the remark. She still had the Polyjuice Potion to make use of, in any case.

Hermione raised a brow, her tone falling in kind, perhaps even in slight challenge. “If you’re not careful people might think you resent the attention he’s rightfully receiving.”

“That’s even more ridiculous than Creevey insinuating I’m envious of Potter. Lockhart can’t even preform a spell to mend broken bones,” he added, a slight mocking laugh set to follow. “Perhaps Madam Pomfrey should’ve left Potter’s arm like that. Certainty an improvement, if you ask me.”

“It was a simple mistake anyone could’ve made,” Hermione replied hotly, legs swerving to the side so she faced him directly. She didn’t take into account how close they were sitting.

It reminded her of the first day they met on the train. How drawn she felt towards him, the way a mere look in her direction caused a noticeable weakness in her knees.

She forced the memory down. Draco Malfoy certainly didn’t care about her in any enamored sense and quite frankly, Hermione thought it for the best given his view on those born with Muggle parents.

He never once tried to be nice. Every glower sent her way washed over her like a wave of cold water.

So why was her heart beating so fast it feel as if it threatened burst from her chest?

But no. No. Hermione no longer wished to partake in any form of unrequited affection, for neither found solid ground for amity, much less anything akin to something of a romantic nature.

She hardened her resolve and kept her gaze in place.

Draco exhaled, letting his annoyance be seen. “There you go sucking up to yet another teacher. No wonder they all play favorites with you. Always so eager to raise your hand, defending them when they’re not even around.”

She braced herself for him to say it again, except it never came. The absence of the name eased the knot forming in her stomach. He never hesitated to call her a Mudblood before, she assumed in private he’d come across no differently.

“If that’s how you think it works then maybe if you paid attention in class, you wouldn’t be falling so behind and therefore the teachers might favor you as well, right?” Hermione didn’t believe herself to be superior to any other student, although, plausibly, she understood why Draco may feel slighted.

His mood darkened. Lucius commented before the school year started how his son held the potential of amounting to no more than a thief or plunderer if his grades didn’t pick up. How he should be ashamed Hermione beat him in every exam.

The sensation burned again. He was better than everyone else, better than her. He had to be.

Draco stood, uncaring how he knocked the candy canes to the ground. A few breaking in half upon impact. “I’d be careful what I said if I were you, Granger.”

Gilderoy returned the moment he did so, shaking his head at the mess. “No need to fret, we have plenty more. I’m sure the two of you will get it all cleaned up in a moment’s time. Of course, I could perform a spell myself, gathering them up in an instant, but there is a matter of responsibility to consider. I’d feel absolutely dismal if I took a lesson away from my students.”

Draco sat back down in a huff, intent on refusing. “That’s servant's stuff at best.”

“Oh, Draco you remind me so much of myself in my younger years. I wasn’t always, well, the astonishing celebrity you see here today. If you can believe it. Many thought me to be quite the scallywag. If you’ve read ––”

“All right, I’ll help if it will get you to shut up,” he interrupted, heedless the fact that he was speaking to a teacher.

“That’s the spirit!” He draped his arm around Draco’s shoulder, to which he forcefully shrugged off.

Hermione knelt down as Lockhart rounded his desk, getting back to work. She started gathering a few, taking in the smell of peppermint. The distinctive fragrance overpowered the freshly obtained ink and parchment around them.

Draco followed in suit, hardly rushing in the process. His want to remain lessened more than ever.

Hermione ignored the apparent scow, wondering how anyone could speak so discourteously. Fixated on the thought, she didn’t notice they went for the same candy cane.

Draco’s hand barely touched hers. Even within the moment of slight contact an electric shock bounced between them. The static so prominent it caused Hermione to drop what she collected.

She assumed he underwent the same awareness. The way he quickly retracted his arm and curled his fingers against his palm proved it well enough.

But when she glanced up to meet his familiar blue-gray eyes, Draco glared and she gave a rather pointed look in return. Almost as it never happened at all.

He abruptly got to his feet. The unexpected sensation put him on edge. Suddenly overly bothered, he pushed forward pretense. “Sorry, Professor, I just remembered I have somewhere else to be.”

Draco managed to walk away prior to receiving Lockhart’s approval.

He did, however, glimpse back on his way out the door, watching as Gilderoy took it upon himself to aid her despite his previous verses.

Hermione laughed at something he said, smiling rather brightly. The way she looked at him, nervous, yet as if she’d melt under his warm regard, Draco couldn’t explain why but a minor spike of animosity towards their teacher pulsated.

He never exceedingly liked Gilderoy Lockhart from the second he laid eyes on the man. To that point, Draco shoved the impression aside and headed towards the Slytherin common room, daring not for a second to consider jealousy was the culprit.

[blackcathjp]

im craving a drarry dynamic that is like 19 days tianshan... harry as "tsundere who cares" mo guan shan, draco as "super needy flirt" he tian.

harry is pretty warm and gets along with everyone, but he has confusing mixed feelings for draco. “annoying prat, just leave me alone!" but when draco's not there like usual, he feels a weird niggling ache that he can't figure out. and he feels weirdly possessive and jealous and he just doesn't get WHY cause he doesn't even LIKE draco... right?

draco has been interested in harry from day 1 (platonic) and jokingly flirts to mess with him. but when he realizes he's in love, he's just so conflicted about what to do.. sometimes he comes on too strong, sometimes he's too distant, which further messes with harry's mind and heart and it makes him more rapidly obsessed with draco malfoy.

[amethyste-7urquoise]

Draco Black

Chapter 2 : Denial

There was a long moment of silence, no one understood what had just happened. Seeing the face of the great Draco Malfoy, usually cold, closed and petty, decompose while reading these two letters had shocked everyone. For the blond man to come to this, there must have been some really bad news and it worried all the students and teachers without exception, even unconsciously. Grabbe and Goyle stood up, ready to follow them, but they were stopped by Theodore who signaled them to sit down.

"- But!… began one of the two.

-No buts! Blaise and Pansy are gone, there's no need for more people. Or you'll choke it out!" Replied Theo coldly, knowing his friend by heart.

Shock and worry had also taken Harry, he had watched Draco the whole time. He had seen his sigh when he received the two letters, then his eyebrow raised, certainly of curiosity, when he saw the source of the mail. The dark-haired man had noticed some time ago that, despite the mask of coldness that the Malfoy's forced themselves to wear, the blond was actually very easy to decipher, having plenty of facial tics and mimics that Harry had learned to recognize with time. Afterwards, the Gryffindor had not been able to take his eyes off the Slytherin's face, he had felt as if he was experiencing emotions with him without even knowing why, it had squeezed his heart.

"- Harry? Are you listening to us? Hermione asked, shaking her hand at the dark-haired boy.

-Are you? No, sorry, what were you saying?

-We were talking about Malfoy! Did you see what just happened? Neville replied and questioned in his discordant voice.

-I was just thinking about that, his reaction was like… surreal?" Harry explained, looking away at the last word.

The group of friends continued to debrief on what had just happened while on the professors' side, Severus - who had returned to Hogwarts the day before, still filled with remorse - had been watching Draco the whole time as well, hardly hiding his guilt. He had lowered his head slightly as he saw the blond man speeding away. The dark-haired man, too, eventually got up, preparing to leave, wanting to be alone.

"Severus? Where are you going? The Headmistress of the Gryffindors suddenly asked, cutting Snape off.

-To my chambers, I'm not hungry anymore." He replied in his usual cold tone before actually leaving the Great Hall this time. Leaving behind him a table of completely lost teachers.

[……]

On Draco's side, he had run again and again, without really knowing where to go, he just wanted to go as far as possible. He ended up taking refuge in the girls' bathroom, completely exhausted, short of breath, collapsing to the ground before really bursting into tears like a baby whose toy has been confiscated.

Pansy and Blaise arrived a few seconds after him, they immediately knelt down at his side and Pansy had the reflex to take him in her arms when she saw him in tears. Blaise, on the other hand, rubbed his back, not knowing at all how to react in cases like this.

"- Dude… What the hell is going on?

-The… The letters…" Struggled to answer Draco, as a lump in his throat made it hard for him to speak.

The brunette and the swarthy man looked at each other before opening the letters that Blaise had thought to bring with them. They read silently, their faces breaking down as their eyes roamed the sheets.

"- Oh by Salazar's beard…. Draco… We're sorry… Pansy began softly as she came to take him in her arms again.

-It's not possible… They made a mistake! It's not true… Draco almost begged, not having the strength to lift his head to look his friends in the eye.

-Man…" Blaise began weakly, still not knowing how to react. He preferred not to say anything, avoiding saying anything stupid, before rubbing her hair and back.

It took more than an hour for Draco to calm down, but he was at the end of his strength, his best friends helped him to get up and go to his bed in the Slytherin dormitory, so he could rest a little. Blaise stayed by his side to watch over him and be there for him if he needed anything, risking getting into trouble for skipping class. Pansy went there to warn the teachers of the blond's condition and the fact that he could not be present and that she was taking all the classes for him.

[…..]

Harry was surprised and strangely saddened to see that for the first class together with the green and silver, Pansy arrived without Malfoy or Zabini. He was also surprised to hear her tell the professor about Draco's current condition. She had never been very discreet, she spoke quite loudly, without even really wanting to sometimes. It wasn't necessary to have an overdeveloped sense of hearing to hear and understand what the Slytherin was saying. Murmurs then quickly filled the classroom, murmurs that were quickly silenced by the cold and authoritative voice of the Potions teacher.

"-Shut up! I'll give a detention to the first person I hear talking about this story again. Or even the first one I simply hear talking again for that matter."

There was immediate silence in the room. Snape watched each student with his usual dark, disgusted look that he used when he wanted to instill fear, but this time the look was stronger, deeper. This had the effect of freezing the spine of all the students, whether they were from Gryffindor or Slytherin. The dark-haired man let out a dismayed sigh before turning to the dark-haired girl from his house.

"- I see Miss Parkinson. Go to your seat now. And I'll take you, next time, to try to control your voice a little for heaven's sake."

This remark had the effect of making Pansy blush, and she lowered her head before going to her seat as the teacher had asked. The class began in a very strange atmosphere for everyone.

On Draco's side, he was buried under his thick hammer, tears in his eyes, but they were empty, staring at an invisible point in his room. Blaise had gone to get him a glass of water in the bathroom next door. The words written on these crumpled pieces of paper still haunted the blond, he had a movement of withdrawal on himself, as if it was more possible.

Then something clicked in him, he frowned while remembering a detail. He got up excessively slowly before catching the two mails placed on his coffee table. He unfolded them and let his eyes wander over them.

Blaise arrived at this moment in the common room, the glass of water in his hand. His heart clenched as he saw his best friend rereading those letters.

"-Dude… I'm not sure this is a good idea… You should put them down… He began in a soft voice.

-There's something wrong…

-What do you mean?"

The silence seemed to be an eternity for the swarthy, waiting for the answer of the blond. After several long seconds, the latter finally lowered the letters, revealing his lost and perplexed face.

"- The cause of death is not the same…"

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

I had this idea for my 8th year fic (that I have mostly dropped bc I felt like this storyline was making the fic too complicated) about the muggle studies class doing a play and Ron and Draco are playing the leads bc they’re the best actors in the group but the leads happen to be a married couple so they have to (petition to of their own volition bc it’s not in the fucking script) kiss onstage.