#Keeping ignoring Hermione's outfit please

[book-place]

There For You

Warnings: bad dates, cursing (?), let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Golden trio x platonic reader

*not my gif*

Summary: After a date gone wrong, you turn to your three best friends for comfort

A/N: This is really short and I quickly wrote it while I was bored today so it’s not very good- and I tried not to make the reader specific to one house- also I wrote the date to be gn :)

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

You sniffled, tears running down your cheeks as you ran from the Three Broomsticks.

You had just been in there because you had a date with a cute Hufflepuff kid who had asked you out a week ago.

You had been ecstatic that they asked you out, and immediately said yes.

Hermione, one of your best friends, had been thrilled for you and helped you plan and outfit and do your hair and makeup.

She had also agreed to distract your other best friends, Ron and Harry, who were like big brothers to you, just like Hermione was like a big sister, and didn’t exactly like the idea of you going out on a date.

When you got to your meeting spot though, they hadn’t noticed you approaching them and their group of friends, and you heard them talking about how asking you out had been a dare.

The Hufflepuff was never actually interested in you, they just didn’t want to back out on a date in front of their friends.

You had always been a bright and bubbly girl, who never seemed to let anything get her down, which is why the sight of tears on your face confused everyone who you passed while running away from the restaurant.

Hermione had told you specifically that she would keep Harry and Ron busy in shops like Honeydukes and Zonkos, so you knew which ones to avoid while on your date. Which is how you knew exactly where to go.

You ran right into the candy store, not caring who saw you or what they thought, all you wanted was to see your best friends.

You threw open the door and barreled inside, looking for any signs of familiar mops of red, brown, or black heads of hair.

Your eyes immediately locked on a red head with a knitted hat who was at least a head taller than everyone else in the room and you ran to him.

“Ron.” Your voice came out small and quiet, not like your normal loud and happy voice.

He turned around in confusion, looking right over your head before realizing that the person talking to him was shorter than he was, and looked down at your small, crying form.

“Oh, hey n/n! Hermione said you weren’t feeling well. Are you feeling- whoa, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He hurriedly asked, leaning down and putting his hands on your shoulders, examining your face.

Instead of answering his question, you asked one of your own, “Where’s Hermione?”

Ron didn’t question you further, instead he gently rested a hand on your back and led you through the sea of people to where Hermione was.

Her back was facing the two of you as she looked at some chocolate frogs on one of the shelves.

“Hermione.” Ron called out, getting her attention.

“No, Ron!” She said, whipping around with a glare on her face, “I told you, no more fizzing whizbees! You will die of sugar overload- oh, Y/n. What are you doing here?” Her mood abruptly changed to one of concern as she saw the look on your face.

You just looked up at her with tear filled eyes, which was all she needed to come to the realization of what happened.

She gently draped an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer to her comfortingly as she steered you out of the shop, but not before walking over to Harry and grabbing on the back of his collar, yanking him after them, ignoring his shouts of protest.

She simply continued walking, holding you close and dragging Harry, with Ron following behind.

In different circumstances, you and Ron would both be laughing your arses off, but Ron was worried about you and you were too busy trying to stop crying.

“Blimey, Hermione.” Harry complained, rubbing the back of his neck once she finally let him go when the four of you made it out into the woods, away from prying eyes.

She ignored him, turning to you and holding you at arm's length, eyes scanning over you, “What’s wrong, honey?”

You sniffled, rubbing your eyes and then nose, “Th-they said it was a dare.”

Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion, while Hermione looked down at you with sadness, “Oh, n/n… I’m so sorry.” She brought you into a hug that you gladly returned, holding onto her tightly.

“What is happening?” Ron asked, confusion evident in his tone and expression.

Hermione looked down at you, trying to confirm if it was okay to tell them.

You nodded your head, looking down and shuffling your feet.

The brunette sighed, “N/n was asked out last week…”

“What? How? Who?”

“By who? I demand to know who.”

The two boys immediately burst out, but were silenced with one look from the brilliant girl.

“She was asked out, and she showed up only to find out that they were dared to ask her out.” Hermione said slowly, warily eyeing the boys to make sure they didn’t explode.

Instead, they stayed silent for a moment before Harry walked over to you and pulled you into a hug, something you were very grateful for.

Ron was rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m sorry that happened to you, n/n.”

You shrugged, feeling slightly better now.

“How about this?” Hermione piped up, “We go back to the common room and have a relaxing day for just the four of us while everyone else is still in Hogsmeade?”

You nodded with a small smile, it truly did sound amazing.

So that’s what you did, you all spent the afternoon lounging around Gryffindor common room just talking and laughing.

And of course they would never admit it, but your three friends may or may not have been the reason that a certain Hufflepuff ended up in the hospital wing after a ‘potion gone wrong’.

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Summary : Draco emotions is getting the best of him , as you and Harry are paired for astronomy project , causing a big hit in your friendship not only that but also causing you to ask why he was jealous when you are only friends and how he is trying to control who you can have as friends and who you can’t have as you call out his toxic behaviour and Draco discovers his emotions .

Draco X Fem Reader

Warning : jealousy . Possessive Draco , Insecure Draco , Harry and Draco rivalry , Angst , and too much FLUFF

House : Hufflepuff

Year : fifth

Link of the casual outfit : https://drive.google.com/file/d/1eMCrdnjLtSN-6Xjysfvffq4HzeX-rJk_/view?usp=drivesdk

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Draco watched as his anger was getting too big that he felt that his body couldn’t contain it anymore , usually Draco could keep a straight face whatever any emotion he felt but at this moment he couldn’t , you were smiling at Potter being all friendly and such , leading his blood to boil , you were extremely friendly with the annoying Gryffindor!! Yes , he get it , Hufflepuff and all , being nice is the nature , that what made him attached to you in first place , but you were talking and being kind To HIS ENEMY ! You shouldn’t even be talking to him !! In first place !! You were his friend ! HIS !!! You should only talk to him not his enemies !!

“ hoho wow ... we are finally seeing emotions on malfoy face “ Theo couldn’t help but comment with a smug smirk as he earns a harsh scowl from the icy blonde boy “ shut it Nott or I swear the next thing that you will see is my shoes squishing your eyes “ “ he is right though Malfoy , your face is literally changing colours , expression , and literally your eyes are stuck on them ! “ Blaise commented more like stating fact ” that is true also !! , draco do you know what we are doing for this project ? ” pansy gave a questionable look to the pale boy, resulting in draco to run his hand in his hair as he breaths heavily , getting up from his chair “ since you all being Nosy Fucking Twats and it seems like you have plenty of time to blab why don’t you all continue on the project , yeah ? “ with that draco left with glare as he walked out of the library to cool off “ he got it so bad ......” Theo commented with a smirk “ yes completely ” earning an agreement from both Slytherins .

Draco went out , breathing deeply the fresh air , you were his friend and his hate for Harry was no secret for you and you were a Hufflepuff and that was no secret for Draco , he knows ‘ the moral code of the Hufflepuffs’ and how strong did you hold into them .

However what irritated and concerned Draco was you and Potter were friends. Before..... You and him even talked , he is fully aware of Potter ideas about slytherin and him....which leaded to a fear of losing you to him......

Does he trust your judgement? ...........of course he does , does he trust Potter ? Dear Salazar NO .... and that what worries him ... also the idea of you and Harry leaves a sour taste in his mouth , a strong one .

you were quite attractive and you had a decent personality And of course what will make the Gryffindor happier than making the slytherin ‘s life miserable!......... by taking you away from him and as much as he despised it, you and Potter are quite fitted for each other ......but no way in the name of Merlin ’s Bread he would give you to him!!

The slytherin prince now knew for sure that universe actually hated his guts cause just in this moment you and Potter walked out , you , smiling as harry is pointing out the stars while you are carrying a sketch book with your quil as you both admired the dark night sky .

Draco didn’t know what is the assignment was nor he cared about it in this moment , all he cared about was to hear what you and Potter talked about , as the way to do that was neither of you can see him . Causing him to blend with the darkness of the trees shadows

“ and you see here , two days from now we will see Jupiter's movement ! “ Harry explained excitingly causing you to smile “ yes i know !! However ........ I feel it would be hard to see from the astronomy tower as all fifth year students would be there for it ...... do you think we would able to glance it , write the essay and fill the star chart ......? “ you couldn’t help but voice your concerned leading Harry to think for a moment

“ Gryffindor tower !!” “ excuse me ........I meant ......say again..........? “ “ we can see it from the Gryffindor tower !!” “ wait really ??” “ yes , most of students won’t think of this “ “ well I’m sure Hermione did think of that “ you said while giggling a little , making Harry himself chuckle “ of course she would “ he said it , rolling his eyes jokingly as he continued “ we can of course go there .......if you have n-no problem I mean ........” “ of course ! Why would I have a problem in Helga ‘s name ? “ you said giving the chosen boy a big smile , making him grin himself “ excellent ! Meet me in front of the fat lady portrait !” ” you got yourself a deal potter ” you said seriously, resulting in him to chuckle ” beautiful deal I would say ” ” well that was smooth ” you said as you gave the boy in glasses a playful look ” really? I thought it was little sap ” yes kinda but still smooth ” ” ouch well I better go before I say more sappy stuff yeah? See ya tomorrow ” ” see ya!!” you both parted ways, not noticing the hidden boiling fire in the very dark.

Draco was furious and angry, he flirted with you AND YOU FLIRTED BACK !! HE ASKED YOU ON A DATE AND YOU ACCPET IT !! that is a project NOT A CHANCE FOR POTTER TO SNOG YOU !!!

He didn’t like what he saw , in fact, it resulted in leaving a huge fury to swallow his body , to him , it was you choosing Potter over him and it left a wound in the pale boy ‘s heart , like everyone else they would .... he didn’t know why it was hurting , .... it felt like you are leaving him behind .....and replacing him with what people always say, is better than him ........ Draco couldn’t control his emotions anymore resulting in him to run to the slytherin dungeon to be alone with his thoughts , he is not gonna give Potter what he always wanted .... which is a breakdown .

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After two days passed , it was the weekend and Merlin , you didn’t wanna to wake up after a whole week the last day always seemed to be so hard but you needed to get up , no matter what , cause no one would Attend it for you .

An annoyed groan slips from your mouth as you jump out of the bed stretching and getting yourself into your yellow and black uniform , last day but one of the busiest , you have heavy school day not forgetting of course the meeting with Harry. However you were quite excited , you are gonna see the Jupiter movement clearly also you never saw the Gryffindor tower from inside so yes , maybe it will be a good day after all.

Walking out to your first class which was herbology a subject you completely adored , being with professor sprout cheerful personality and voice , some people fainting causing a giggle here and there , the whispers of the plants and finally , A current slytherin shared this class with you and being with him made the hardest things bearable , one of these is Snape class of course , with his help and quiet jokes he made you like it a little ,

Giggling at some old jokes Draco did through the classes you shared , you notice that you arrived to the green house .

You stood inside of the green house with Fanged Geranium sitting on the table showing her teeth in front Of you , as you hear the head of your house talking about the quality of it and how to deal with it , your eyes wondered to check on Draco .

You didn’t see him since you entered , you knew draco likes the green house , even though he would never admit it to the world , you saw the twinkle in his eyes when he is looking to the plants however he was no where in the sight ,

it is like the sky heard you or something and wanted to prove you wrong cause suddenly the door of green house opened quietly , revealing the white haired boy , walking as he bows to the older hufflepuff “oh good dear Helga ..... you are so late Mr.Malfoy !!!” “Im very knowledgeable about that Mrs sprout and I give you my apologies....” the older teacher couldn’t help but sigh “ fine , go take your plant next to Miss L/N .....please miss L/N ....update Mr. Malfoy about the topic ....For the rest , please work on your plants carefully ! I don’t wanna accidents !!! Not again !!!!! “

Even thought he looked perfectly put together , the slytherin ‘s face was looking yellowish , was he sick ? , thinking again - you never saw him yesterday at all ... was something going on ....? However you knew he didn’t like to be pressed for stuff so you just watch him as he took his place next to you ...

you give him the warmest comforting smile “ Draco good morning dear .......did you sleep well “ a nod , you get only a nod from the boy so you try to keep the conversation going “ well ... today we are assigned the plant of Fanged Geranium and we need - “ I actually know about it....... I read about it in a book before , you don’t need to waste your energy yeah? “ like that he cuts you off sharply and for some reason he seemed distance , you were weirded out by that kind of behavior but you thought maybe that is his morning attitude which eventually would disappear ...so you both continued to work in silence .

Soon the class ended , you hear Draco sigh as he walks away to his Slytherin friends , ignoring you completely which weirded you out , he never did that he would at least wave or something or make sure his hand brushed yours giving you a smirk ...his new behavior was weird ....you decided to let it to be , till it is lunch time for you both, -to give him a breath of time- , you will make sure to catch him and ask him about his act .

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Moving from class to class to class you were half done with the day ......finally Merlin ..........you were getting tired from all these classes as now you have the chance to eat for first time in the day as you skipped the frost meal in exchange of sleeping more , cause Dear Helga....... you were almost dead tired from the whole week and you needed these extra hours .

As you were running from the class , ready for the feast that will be served to your groaning stomach , you got faced by the crowded halls .

Trying to make your way through , you pumped into the slytherin prince, however before you open your mouth , he looked to you in the eyes then just walked away without of course forgetting to pump his shoulder into yours .........saying you were surprised would be underestimating .....what was this all about ...why he is being like that ....you were best friends ......well .....he was your best friend at least.......you were confused and somehow getting an anxious feelings in you Body . That you forget that you froze in mid of hallway till someone told you to move ,resulting into you falling back to the reality , shoving all bad feelings into the back of your head , you start to move to the grand hall .

You sat in the grand hall , Eating your food .......well..........trying , you don’t know what happened but somehow the food didn’t taste as amazing as you imagined or maybe you just lost your appetite, either how, you just ate the food cause your body was in desperate need of energy recharge and the least you need is to faint and let Harry do the work , he was your close friend and that wasn’t fair to anyone in first place .

While eating you glanced The Malfoy Boy , Getting up after finishing his food and going outside , you jump on your feet as fast as you can walking in hurry to catch up to him , as soon as you did , you both were in the halls . “ draco “ you called , no answer “ draco , it is rude to not answer me ! Stop being a child and talk to me “ these words made the pale boy stop in his heels and turn to face you with cold gaze “ wanna talk ? Sure let s talk then ! ”

You took a deep breath to calm your soaring Anger ...someone needed to be the grown up now “ why are you behaving like that !!! What is this all about !!!” “Oh you recall fully what is this all about ....!” You were stunned......... what did you do you? “ what do you mean?” “ well you know what ....forget it !!” “ you know you are not communicating right now !!! I wanna comprehend what is it !” “ oh if I’m not communicating well then why don’t you go to Potter, I’m sure he will fulfill this for you better !”

So this what all of this about ......... with this foolish rivalry!!!...“ draco you totally realize that he is a friend !! Yes, you both are not in best terms but he is still my friend !!” “ yes, but witch !!! being in good terms with him doesn’t mean , being flirtatiousness and snogging him in the gryfindor tower !!! “ “ you were spying on me !!!!” You were sick....you are feeling sick from how the Slytherin boy felt so entitled to spy on you , and question you !!!who does he think Himself is! “ I wasn’t spying , you were the ones who were in public“ “ but you chose to hear it!You were spying !!!” ”Well even if I did !! I was protecting you !! I DONT TRUST HIM “ “ well right now It is you who I don’t trust !!! ....this is not protection THIS YOU TRYING TO CONTROL MY LIFE !! IN WHAT ENTITLEMENT DO YOU SEE YOURSELF IN TO FEEL LIKE THAT IS YOUR RIGHT !! IM NOT SOMETHING TO BE OWNED !! I DESERVE RESPECT ! “ you quieted for a moment to take a breath from the pervious outburst before continuing “ And from this sorry .....but I don’t see that you have that for me and I don’t think I would like to be friends anymore “ Draco eyes widened at this for a second almost missing it out before his straight cold look came back “ fine as you wish “ with that he walked away , leaving you behind with tears dripping out of your eyes .

Draco rushed through the halls to reach his perfect room fast , he felt chocked by all crowds that started to fill the halls , he felt the tears already were about to come out and the last thing he needed was the whole school to witness Draco Malfoy crying about a girl that he doesn’t comprehend what he feel about her and hurt him , barely reaching the slytherin common room without breaking down . The slytherin boy shuttered the password out of his lips ,hurrying to his perfect bedroom ignoring the glances that he was getting from his house mates , locking the door as he finally let all his emotions out in the loneliness of his room not attending the rest of the day .

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You were getting ready to meet Harry for astronomy project , trying to hold all the emotions inside, like you did for the rest of the day after the dilemma with Draco , you didn’t see him after and that was better for you , you didn’t know how will you react , you trusted him but he has no respect for you , he was acting like you are his doll not his equal .....he didn’t trust you , you felt so small and disrespected , you wanted to cry not cause of him no but cause you feel you trusted someone one who didn’t see you for who you are but saw your as object but you won’t let someone who thought like that stop your life , you looked at yourself noticing your outfit : a lacy off white blouse with lantern sleeves with Peter Pan collar . blue straight ankle length jeans and beige ankle boots ,

breathing a deep breath , you look put together and that is what you wanted , you didn't want anyone to notice your mood and the tears that slipped here and there , the last thing you need to hear ‘are you okay ‘ , cause you knew for sure these words will make you cry , and you don’t wanna to explain to Harry The Who stupidity of situation and causing more drama .

Rushing out of the warm dorm of the Hufflepuff common room to the halls as you walked fast to read the fat lady portrait praying to helga in her grave to not make you face to face with the slytherin boy , as you reach the painting you took a deep breath, Causing a look from the lady in painting , you felt for a second like you almost forgot to breath from how anxious you were till you feel a hand on your shoulder , causing you to turn , you see the brown haired boy with his famous smile as if it is contiguous you smiled without feeling “ did I make you wait for long?” “ oh no no no not at all !! I just came here ! “ “ so ummm shall we ?” You nod with a smile , the gryffindor muttered the password of the week , showing a grand hole as entrance, you both crawl inside of the Gryffindor room , taking the whole inside of you, the room was warm and cozy just missing some plants and It would be a copy of your own house room somehow that was calming .

The chosen boy was correct, not many people was there and of course Hermione was there with some Ravenclaw and Ron causing you to giggle a bit without feeling it , knowing what this was about Harry himself let an airy laugh “ yes yes you were correct ....now stop , she is giving us looks!! “ the boy whispered trying to hold his laughter , indeed the girl was giving you look like you both are crazy or something , as you both failed to hold your laughter , but it was quite humorous for some reason , some gryfindors were there with their groups but it was so few That you can count them on your fingers .

Both of you and Harry settled down close to the window , talking as you admired the stars, trying to fill the chart and waiting to see Jupiter movement “ god when the bloody hell will it show “ you couldn’t help but giggle as you hear Ron hearing him resulting to get a hit from Hermione “ he is right though Harry we have been waiting for long “ you said as you stretched your legs that almost were falling off from having them in same position for long “ “I think it will show soon ....” “ SHH it is happening !!” Hermione screamed on top of her lungs causing Ron to roll his eyes .

you watched......... memorised by the whole thing , it was marvellous thing ... all this beauty happening by nature ...nature amazed you with everything it provided and how beautifully it is done , you for sure won’t forget that ....

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After long time of writing the essay , giggling at Ron foolishness , joking around , and helping each other in that pain in the arse assignment.... Yet it was somehow fun, painful work but fun .

later it was done ,Harry walked you to the painting and after huge back and forth, you convinced him that you would be fine going back to your room and nothing to be worried about.

you are now enjoying your walk to the hufflepuff common room , feeling the cold air and the soundlessness, cooling you, ......finally the weekend , done with the deadly assignment , sighing deeply , you realised you reached the entry , you play the rhythm to enter , ready to be welcomed by the talking plants and the warm room ,

This positivity get demolished by seeing a curtain blonde head youth sitting in front of the entry like a dog scolded by his owner , as soon as he sees you , he is quick on his feet , fixing his hair by running a hand in it

“ you are here .....y/n .....” “ ..........Malfoy ......” “ please don’t call me that ......” “ why it is your name , eh ? “ “y/n .........please......... don’t ........” you raise an eyebrow to him questionably , knowing your slient question, you see his face going from emotion to emotion to emotion as he tried to open his mouth to speak “I-I-I apologize for my foolishness and you are fully ........correct .....the way I behaved ...............childish was the way I acted ......I apologize again ......” draco sharp grey eyes was staring hard into your soul trying to read your face , try to see if you hated him or does he has any chance with your forgiveness .

You close your eyes breathing heavily for a second , you didn’t want to look into his eyes , you saw how swollen his bloody shot eyes were and he looked miserable however though some parts of you wanted to forgive the boy, you weren’t satisfied “draco .......the reason of your -“ “ I respect you ........way more than the words can tell .....and you totally deserve to know why this behavior..............it is not cause .....I don’t respect you no ..................it is cause some stupid silly emotions that let......me act like that -“ “ jealousy “

Gulping hard at the name of the emotion , Draco never felt jealous ever !! He is a Malfoy people felt jealous from him not the opposite what he wanted he got it , so this was a hard pill to swallow to him “ ...yes and had some fears.......... about potter.........and his thought about me ....resulting you .............to ........stop being with me ................. “ you held draco hands , finally realizing his feelings And for first time you see a rosiness tint on his cheeks , draco wasn’t very touching persona ....as he was so tense about it but he was used to it from you, later two years from knowing you nevertheless, he never flushed , he was accepting, awkwardly though , but no blushing , yet in his state you won’t point it out , it was already hard for him opening up and you appreciated and you wanna be comforting as you can as you try to calm his creeping anxiety . “ Draco I would never replace or leave cause someone opinion ever !! You mean so much to me !! I can’t imagine you out of my life ....you are very important and unreplaceable to me and thank you for apologising “ you say as you hug him , causing his body to go tense before warping his shaking arms around before squeezing you tightly as he bury his face in your shoulder , your run your hand in his soft messy hair as you hear him speak softly “ I discovered a new emotion also ....” “hmm ?” ..........Love..............”

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I don't know if there is going to be part two!! But I hope you all like this

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Riddikulus

Draco Malfoy x Gender Neutral Reader

A/N- In no way do I support JK Rowling and her views. This work is all about the characters created by their true author, Daniel Radcliffe. I do not also dismiss the actions of Draco’s character. My imagine of Draco will always be a different interpretation.

Word Count- 5011 words

Warnings- Mentions of death, drowning, angst, mentions of animal hearts, and fluff.

Defence Against the Dark Arts had never been a strong point of Y/N’s. Even more so now that they had gotten used to having a new teacher every year. It seemed being in the same year as Harry Potter caused staff to come and go for many particular dark and sinister reasons. They were glad that Lockhart was no longer teaching, as his ways of education was rather, in the nicest phrase, absolutely shit. So far, Professor Lupin had done more for the children in teaching the subject, than both Professor Quirrell and Lockhart did combined. Y/N was truly hoping that Lupin was a permanent fixture to the position.

While Lupin prepared the class for each lesson, nothing could prepare the students for having to deal with the Boggart.

“Can anyone tell us what a boggart looks like?”

Y/N looked around at the classmates near them, instantly noticing Hermione’s hand shoot into the air.

“No one knows. Boggarts are shapeshifters. They take the shape of whatever the person fears most. That’s what makes it so…”

“Terrifying, yes. Luckily, a very simple charm exists to repel a Boggart. Let's practice it now, shall we? Without wands, please... Riddikulus!”

Y/N joined their classmates in repeating the incantation.

“This class is ridiculous.”

Turning at the sound of the snide comment, Y/N locked eyes with Draco Malfoy. In Y/N’s world, Draco was a mere speck in the distance, and that greatly offended Draco. No matter how much he called them a mudblood or caught them in the corridors with his cronies behind him, as they teased the young wizard/witch, Y/N all but let the worlds roll off their back; like water on a duck. Draco wished, just once, that what he and his friends said affected them, but yet it never did, and that pissed Draco off to know end. Not because his words did not hurt them. But because he wished that he could affect them just as much as they affected him.

Draco hated to admit it, but Y/N was a constant thought in his mind. They had made home in his soul and his heart long ago, and yet, he meant nothing to them. Draco often watched them from afar. He admired how they interacted with anyone and everyone. Draco craved that kind of attention. He craved the good mornings and hellos that others around him were graced to from Y/N. He wished that he had never called them horrible names. That maybe if he never, had, they would have been friends. Or even something more. But Draco was a teenage boy, and even though he was a wizard, he still dealt with his feelings the same way most teenage boys do… he hid them.

Y/N simply looked Draco up and down as he sneered towards them. Quirking an eyebrow at the boy’s useless act to cause her fear, Y/N watched as the look on Draco’s face faltered and was replaced by a look they could only describe as nervousness. The longer they stared at Draco, the more nervous the boy became. So much so, his cheeks began to turn red. But it wasn’t nervousness Draco felt. It was embarrassment. Because the longer Y/N looked at him, the more he felt himself fall.

“Good. So much for the easy part. You see, the incantation alone is not enough. What really finishes a Boggart off is... laughter. You need to force it to assume a shape you find truly amusing. Neville, come up here, will you?”

Y/N pulled their gaze from Draco, as the class laughed at the conversation between Lupin and Neville. They watched as Neville nervously stepped forward. Leaning to try and hear what Professor Lupin whispered to the boy, Y/N watched as the wardrobe began to shake.

Lupin stepped to the side.

“Right then. Wands at the ready. One. Two. Three!”

Sparks shot from Professor Lupin’s wand. As they hit the doorknob, the wardrobe instantly opened to show a figure of Professor Snape crawling out. Y/N was surprised. They never really knew how terrifying Neville had found Snape. It must have been greatly if he feared him more than the woman who tortured his parents.

As Snape walked closer to Neville, they saw the boy falter with his wand.

“Come on Nev!”

Neville quickly glanced back at his friend. Y/N motioned their hand in the form of the incantation. Neville quickly looked back at Snape as he approached.

“Riddikulus!”

Suddenly, the figure of Snape transformed, as the man’s usual clothing was replaced with the ugliest outfit any of the students had ever seen. Instant laughter erupted around the room. Y/N covered their mouth as the laughter tumbled from their lips.

From behind them, Y/N heard Draco and his cronies grumble in annoyance. Rolling their eyes, the young wizard/witch chose to ignore them and instead focus on the hilarious figure in front.

As the class continue to laugh, Professor Lupin walked forward towards the gramophone. Placing the needle down, loud music filled the room, as the students looked at the teacher.

Spinning around, Professor Lupin pointed at Ron Weasley.

“Ron! Forward!”

The Gryffindor did as Lupin instructed; shakily stepping forward. The class watched in eager anticipation as the horrifically dressed Professor Snape’s figure twisted and twirled in the air. The mass of magic soon transformed into the largest spider any of them had ever seen. Shrieks could be heard from some of the students, as Ron quivered in his shoes. Y/N couldn’t help but look on fascinated at the sheer size of the creature.

Lupin quickly set Ron in a secure stance, tapping the boy on the shoulders. Y/N watched as Ron successfully produced the spell, causing the giant spider’s leg to be placed in roller skates.

Once again, the class erupted into laughter once more; with even the Slytherin’s letting out a chuckle or two. Y/N couldn’t help but glance at Draco, seeing the platinum haired boy quickly wipe the smile off his face at the turn of her gaze.

“Alright everyone! Line up and remember, to keep laughing.”

Y/N eagerly lined up behind their classmates. Placed behind Dean Thomas, they looked around the tall boy to see what everyone was facing.

“Ready to face your fear, Y/L/N? Bet it is something ugly and grotesque, like yourself!”

Y/N glanced behind them to see Malfoy and his followers laughing at his jibe.

A look of indifference fell on Y/N’s face.

“I’ve had to deal with you for the past three years Malfoy. I’m sure whatever it is won’t be as horrid.”

Malfoy’s smirk dropped as he heard the students around him laugh at Y/N’s rebuttal.

Y/N turned back to see that they were up next, watching as Dean turned the giant cobra before him into a helium balloon version of itself. They couldn’t help but giggle at the silly creature.

High fiving Dean as he walked past, Y/N stepped forward and waited for the Boggart to take whatever form it wished.

Y/N wasn’t sure what to expect when the Boggart began to morph. They found many things frightening like heights or clowns. Even birds creeped them out. But what they weren’t prepared for was to see a hooded figure crying next to a hospital bed.

The class ceased their laughter as confusion fell amongst the students.

It wasn’t clear what was in the bed as the cover was draped over the figure completely. A loud continuous beep erupted from the machine next to the bed. Whatever, or whomever was lying there was dying.

Y/N stood still in their tracks as the figure next to the bed let out a heart-breaking sob. The cries grew louder and louder; filling the room.

Just as Y/N drew their wand to cast the incantation, the hooded figure lifted their head, and whipped their gaze to Y/N’s.

The words caught in their throat as Y/N looked into the eyes of themselves.

Draco pushed himself off the wall and walked closer to where Y/N stood, his worry for them coming to the surface.

Y/N couldn’t pull their eyes away from the boggart, feeling like they were relieving the worst day of their life all over again.

Professor Lupin soon realised that the boggart wasn’t being changed. Ready to step forward and take over, he was stopped by the young student walking towards the boggart and stood on the other side of the bed.

The class watched in bated breath, unsure of what was going to happen.

Suddenly, Y/N looked towards themself. Looking into their own grief-stricken eyes, they watched as the figure stood up and walked toward the life support.

“No don’t do that! Don’t turn it off!”

Before they could reach their own figure, the boggart turned off the life support. Y/N looked on in shock. Quickly turning their gaze down to their bed, Y/N saw the rise and fall of the sheet covered body stop.

Slowly, Y/N turned to face the boggart version of themselves, and before anyone could step in muttered the incantation.

“Reducto.”

Students shielded their eyes as the boggart disintegrated. Like I divine presence was in control, the record playing screeched to a halt and silence befell upon the class.

“I think that is all for today. You may leave, except for you Y/N. Can you stay for a moment?”

The class began to disperse out of the room, throwing confused and worried glances towards Y/N, who still stood staring at where the boggart once stood.

Draco stood still in his spot, contemplating whether to approach them or not. Before he could do so, Draco watched as Professor Lupin slowly and carefully escorted Y/N up into his office, closing the door behind them.

“Oi Draco, Crabbe and I are going to hex some first years before dinner. You coming?”

Draco tore his gaze from where Lupin escorted Y/N. Facing Goyle, Draco moved to step out of the classroom following the stupid Slytherin.

Y/N stood still in Lupin’s office, as though in a trance.

Lupin carefully walked around the student, moving objects around to make the room more spacious. He could tell that what had occurred was more than just a boggart.

“Would you like to discuss what happened?”

Y/N broke out of their daze and stared at the professor.

“There’s nothing to discuss Professor. I saw the boggart and failed to use the correct incantation. So, I apologise.”

Lupin shook his head at the person’s dismissal of the traumatic event that had just occurred. Moving to lean against the desk, Lupin took in the stoic nature of how Y/N stood. It was more than clear that what had happened was truly affecting them.

“What happened is nothing for you to apologise for. I am the one who has to ask for forgiveness. I did not step forward when needed to. You should not have to have seen or faced what you had.”

A distant look clouded over Y/N’s eyes. A look that Lupin knew all too well.

“Don’t worry Professor. It’s nothing I haven’t faced before. Now, may I be excused?”

Lupin knew better than to push the student. Nodding his head, he watched as Y/N walked to the door and exited his office without another word.

Walking down the corridors, Y/N took in the gaggles of students walking to the Great Hall for dinner. As they entered the Great Hall, Y/N moved to sit at their house table, when suddenly their path was blocked by Draco’s buffoons; Crabbe and Goyle.

“Finished crying, have we?”

The two boys snickered as Y/N just looked at them with no regard.

“Yes.”

Crabbe and Goyle were thrown of at Y/N’s truthfulness. Shaking it off, the boys continued to jibe the person in front of them.

“Now tell us mudblood, who was it dead on the bed? I bet Crabbe it was your blood traitor of a mother. He thinks it was your worthless muggle father.”

Y/N wished they had stayed in Lupin’s office because then what would occur would probably never have happened/

Y/N stepped forward to and gave the pair a venomous look.

Crabbe and Goyle ceased their laughter, freezing in fear at the stare they were held under.

“The next time you think about calling my father or mother names, it’ll be you both dead on a slab. You got it?”

The pair silently nodded their heads and watched as Y/N walked around them, continuing to walk to their seat.

“Whoever it was, I bet they’re more than glad they don’t have to deal with you anymore.”

At the sound of their words, Y/N whipped around, pulling their wand out of their robes in a frenzy.

“Aguamenti!”

A flourish of water sprayed out the end of Y/N’s wand, instantly knocking the boys to the floor. Students around them screeched as they moved out the way of the spraying water. Y/N could hear those around them laughing at Crabbe and Goyle’s misfortune, but they didn’t care. Y/N would not allow anyone to disrespect their family in any way.

“Y/Fu/N!”

Ignoring the shout of their name, Y/N continued to spray water at the two boys. Pushing them further and further back, Y/N neglected the presence of the tears falling from their eyes. Watching as Crabbe and Goyle unsuccessfully tried to fight against the sprays of water, Y/N felt nothing but rage.

“Finite Incantatem!”

Suddenly, the water ceased spraying from the end of Y/N’s wand. Turning to give a piece of their mind to whomever stopped them, Y/N’s words ceased once they saw the Head of Slytherin house behind them.

The glare shooting into their own stare would have usually petrified them, but the emotion of the days was already clouding their mind. Before Y/N could defend their actions, they felt a sharp tug on their forearm.

Students watched in silence as Professor Snape dragged Y/N out the hall; Draco being among them. He had witnessed Y/N attack Crabbe and Goyle. It seemed his wish of Y/N being affected by the words from he and his friends had come true. But at what cost? Them being dragged away before Draco could even do what he had planned to do; step in and be heroic? The minute he saw his two idiotic friends approach Y/N, he knew that whatever they were going to say would not be positive. Draco was ready to walk over and stop them, but before he knew it, they were on the floor, drenched, and coughing up water. He had missed his chance to help once more.

As Madame Pomfrey rushed into the Great Hall, Draco followed the nurse and Professor McGonagall as they escorted Crabbe and Goyle to the hospital wing. While many would have thought he was accompanying his friends to see how they were, the minute Draco left the Great Hall he headed in the opposite direction; to where he knew Snape would have taken Y/N.

Y/N knew that their actions were irresponsible but after the day they had, they truly could not care if they were even kicked out of Hogwarts. They were scarred from the Boggart incident earlier on in the day and angered by Crabbe and Goyle’s horrible words. The day had just been too much to handle.

Snape continued to pull Y/N down corridors, weaving through the different paths around the castle before he reached his desired destination. Y/N obviously recognised the professor’s classroom as they approached the door.

Forcefully, Snape pulled the student into the classroom.

“Sit.”

They did not have the will to fight back at this moment in time. Feeling the exhaustion from what had just occurred, Y/N took a seat on the stool behind them; hardly having enough energy and strength to hold up their own body. The tears continuing to flow in rivers down their tear-stained cheeks; pooling in the creases of their hands which barely held their head up. What Y/N had seen had truly wrecked them, but what Goyle had said was what broke the dam.

“Now, enlighten me Y/L/N. What bewitched you to try and drown two members of my house?”

Y/N rolled their eyes. Of course, that was all Snape cared about.

“Do not roll your eyes at me child. Answer the question.”

“It was simple misunderstanding Professor.”

Snape rolled his eyes at the student’s attempt at dismissing the subject.

“Well, it must have been something for you to not only cause harm to your fellow students, but to nearly flood the Great Hall and now sit in my classroom and cry about it.”

“Like I said. It was nothing Professor.”

Before Snape could retort back once more, a knock came from the door.

Both Y/N and Snape turned to face the archway as they watched Draco open the classroom door.

“What is it Draco?”

Draco’s eyes flittered between the pair. He saw the tears that had stained Y/N’s face and the grimace on Snape’s.

“Professor Dumbledore wishes to see you. He said it was concerning the events of last week’s full moon.”

Snape glared towards Draco and headed towards the door.

Turning to face Y/N as he stands in the doorway, Snape pointed at the student.

“Do not leave this room. You will face the consequences for your actions when I get back.”

As Snape whisked his cape in a flourish and strode down the corridors, Y/N couldn’t help the scoff that emitted from their throat at the man’s over the top departure.

Draco stood in the doorway and watched as Y/N wiped away the tears. He wanted to help them. He wanted to help them with all he had in him. Seeing them cry felt what Draco could only describe as his heart breaking. It consumed him with guilt that the people who he associated himself with had hurt Y/N. But, yet, he knew, that the words he has said in the past have been just as horrible too. Except he had never seen the words affect them. Until now.

Y/N felt Draco’s presence still in the room. They could make out his figure standing in the archway of the classroom, watching them. Staring at them as they continued to wipe away their tears. They weren’t in the mood for anymore bullshit.

“Don’t even start with your pathetic, sarcastic comments Malfoy. Your cronies have done more than enough today.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but before even a breath left his tongue, Y/N pointed their wand towards him.

“I swear to Merlin Malfoy, leave me alone for fuck sake!”

Draco watched as the tears continued to fall down their face, tracing their blotchy cheeks, and falling into the curve of their neck, below their crumpled collar. He wanted to help.

Moving towards the potion cabinet, Draco searched through the shelves.

“What are you doing?”

Rolling his eyes, Draco continued to search the cabinets.

“Malfoy, what-”

“Will you be patient? And put that wand down for Merlin’s sake, I am trying to help.”

Y/N slowly lowered their wand. Placing the wand on the table, Y/N threaded their hands through their hair and leaned their elbows on the surface in front of them. Their body felt more and more heavy as the seconds went by. Like the weight of what they had seen and done had been placed around their neck and was dragging them further and further into the depths of despair.

Draco couldn’t stand seeing them like this, so he worked as quickly as he possibly could. Grasping the necessary ingredients, Draco positioned himself on the stool diagonally from Y/N and began working on the potion at hand.

As the smell of lavender washed over the room, Y/N carefully lifted their head to see Draco stirring a mixture in the boiling hot cauldron. He concentrated on his work in silence, giving Y/N the chance to stare.

While Draco thought Y/N saw him as nothing but one of the other students in the school, as a speck in their life, he was terribly wrong. Y/N noticed Draco much more than he realised. They noticed how much he cared about his studies, how he truly enjoyed potions the most. They noticed how he always started the day by eating eggs on toast for breakfast, just a different form of egg every day. They also noticed that even though he and his friends called them names, he unconsciously winced every time a horrible word was said towards them; like it hurt to even hear such things directing their way. Y/N also noticed how when the boggart had shifted into what she had seen earlier that Draco stepped forward and unconsciously held his wand tighter. She just didn’t understand why.

Continuing to stare, Y/N watched as Draco meticulously dissected the crocodile heart to his side, putting the necessary amount in the cauldron. Once he had done so, Draco mixed in the drops of peppermint needed and stirred the potion until completed. Pouring his creation into a bottle, Draco grabbed a piece of parchment, and teared a small piece off. Writing on the scrap piece, Draco tied it to the bottle and placed it on the table.

Draco slid the bottle across the table until it was in front of Y/N.

“What is this?”

“It’s a Calming Draught. You can take it for whenever you suffer shock, trauma, or an emotional outburst. You’ve already calmed down mostly so only take a few drops. But if you ever need to calm down quickly, take a large gulp. There’s enough there to last a while.”

Y/N’s eyes drifted from Draco to the bottle he had placed before them. They still felt the dried tears on their face and the tension in their body. They knew that continuing to think about what they saw would just cause them to cry more. Grabbing the bottle, Y/N did as Draco instructed, and poured a couple of small drops onto their tongue.

Instantly, as if the most soothing wave had rushed over them, Y/N felt calm. The tension in their back eased as they breathed a sigh of relief. No longer did tears pool at their eyes at the thought of what happened. They could only feel serenity, and at that moment, they were extremely grateful to feel only that.

At the sight of Y/N visibly relaxing, Draco himself felt the tension from his shoulders leave. Happy that he had actually helped as he desired to, Draco stood from his seat and began to put away the ingredients.

Y/N didn’t know what to say. Draco had always been irritable towards them. Making snide and awful remarks, but, as they had realised, it seemed it always hurt the boy to do so.

“Thank you, Draco.”

Draco paused for a split second as he held the jar on the shelf. He quickly continued to put the ingredients away.

“I’ve written instructions on how to further take the potion. You will most likely need to use it again if you find the memories of today too much.”

Draco turned back to face where Y/N sat.

Whilst he saw that they had calmed significantly thanks to the potion, he still saw an aura of sadness surrounding them.

“I’ve lived with that memory long enough to get used to it. But I still appreciate your kindness.”

Draco clenched and unclenched his fingers. The boy wanted to ask further questions about what she meant. However, he felt he was in no place to do so.

As Draco successfully packed away the items, he swiftly walked towards the door, ready to leave.

“You can tell Crabbe and Goyle that neither of them has won their little bet.”

Draco stopped in his steps. Confusion fell upon him.

“What bet?”

Y/N swung their legs as they sat on the stool, fiddling with the string of the potion in front of them.

“Crabbe thought it was my, in his words, ‘blood traitor of a mother’ who was on the hospital bed. Goyle said it was my ‘worthless muggle for a father’. They were both wrong.”

Draco was unaware of the exact words that Crabbe and Goyle had said to Y/N. Now that he had heard them, Draco wished he had his own supply of Calming Draught, as what Y/N did to them was in no means near how bad Draco was ready to deal with the pair.

Draco stepped closer to Y/N.

“What did you mean when you said you have lived with the memory long enough?”

Y/N ceased fiddling with the string in front of them. Turning to look at Draco, she saw a look that she never thought would be directed at her by the Slytherin Prince. He looked concerned. Almost sad to hear their words.

“For a lot of people, their boggart is something like a person or a creature. Mine’s more of something I had to do. I had no choice and I live with that every day of my life. I live with the fact that I had to turn off my brother’s life support as I was the only person he had left. He was all I had left. Now, it’s just me, myself, and I. Has been for a while.”

Draco was at loss for words. He could not imagine being without his parents or to have to lose someone so close to him.

“What happened to him?”

Y/N looked down at their lap.

“Accident at work.”

Draco moved forward until he was near the stool next to Y/N. Slowly taking a seat, he watched in case they chastised his actions. They stayed quiet.

“When did he pass?”

Y/N could feel the tears coming back. But they knew if they continued to bottle it up, that they would just react how they had before. Draco might have not been who they thought they were opening up to, but this was a day of surprising events.

Y/N flashed a watery smile to Draco as they sniffled their nose.

“Um, about a week after I started first year. He was nineteen and had just gotten a job as an Aura. One of the youngest ever to be one. He was apprehending a dark wizard when he was hit with a spell that I have no clue of. He was in muggle London and was found by a muggle who called an ambulance. If he was taken to hospital in the wizarding world he would have survived. But I can’t blame the person who called the ambulance. They didn’t know about magic. They did what they thought was best. I did what I thought was best too.”

Draco reached out to hold their hand. Just as his fingers grazed theirs, Y/N pulled their hand away. Confusion laced their features.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this. Why am I telling you this?”

“I don’t know either.”

Y/N stared at Draco, taking in his figure. He didn’t look like the confident, arrogant Slytherin that roamed the halls. He looked soft. Breakable like porcelain. Like if enough pressure would be forced on him, he would shatter into a million pieces. Draco looked how Y/N felt.

“Why did you help me Draco?”

There was so much Draco wanted to say. He wanted to tell Y/N how much he truly hated the horrible things he had said towards them. How he longed to have them say hello and good morning to him like they did to everyone else. How he was standing so close to them in DADA class earlier because he wanted to take down the boggart for them. How he was about to hex Crabbe and Goyle himself before they did. He wanted to say all this and so much more.

“I’ve always wanted to help you. I finally had the chance to now.”

Right as Y/N was about to ask Draco what he meant, the door to the classroom swung open once more. The pair watched as Snape walked through the door, his cape billowing behind him as always.

Snape looked up towards where Y/N sat to continue reprimanding the student. He ceased in his steps once he saw how close they and Draco were sitting. That their hands were inches apart. One look in Draco’s eyes and he saw himself at that age. Hopelessly falling into a feeling, he never stopped falling in to.

“Leave.”

Draco went to stand without an argument.

“The both of you.”

Y/N looked at the Professor.

“But I-.”

Snape whipped to glare at Y/N.

“I have greater matters to deal with than your hormonal outburst child. Now, both of you head to your dorms before curfew or I’ll have you both in detention for a month.”

Without a second glance, Y/N stood from their seat and followed Draco out of the classroom. The pair continued to walk in silence down the corridor. As they arrived at the moving staircase, Y/N noted that this would be where they departed. Just as Draco moved to walk down the steps, he felt a pressure on his arm. Turning around, Draco watched as Y/N stepped towards him. He could feel their breathe on his face. Draco Malfoy had never been so stunned for words.

“Thank you, Draco.”

As their eyes stayed interlocked, Y/N moved their hand from Draco’s arm and slid it down to hold his own. Giving the boys hand a squeeze, they let got, and moved to head up the staircase without another word.

Draco watched as Y/N strode up the staircase and passed a corridor. He watched until he could no longer see them. Looking down at his hand, he clenched and unclenched his digits, feeling the ghost of a touch that was there for a fleeting second.

Facing back to the stairs, Draco walked down them, heading to the dungeons. Just as he was about to pass the hospital wing, a sudden though came to mind. If Crabbe and Goyle thought they were spending the afternoon in there, they would think again. After Draco would be done with them, they were going to be in there for a week.

While Draco could be sweet and kind for Y/N, he was still the Slytherin Prince after all.

[keepcalm-and-beyou]

Serial Killer Boyfriend

YoungFP x Reader

Werewolves howl, Phantoms prowl, where witches go riding and black cats are seen, the moon full and bright whispers tis Halloween. 

It feels like magic in the night when you see the pumpkins light. Time for the ghouls and ghost to seek goodies, for people hoping for treats not tricks. 

Halloween time in our town with pep. Everyone from school invited and some not invited to this years Spooktacular Party surely must be getting ready as i am. 

🎃Now I have a story that I'd like to tell About this guy you all know him, he had me scared as hell! He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed He's burnt up like a weenie and his name is Fred!🎃  

As A nightmare on my street song plays on my radio I apply my lipstick and smile when the song mentions the name Fred as it makes me think of my friend Fred Andrews, i also cant help but love the nightmare on elm street movie. Freddy Kruger what an intense killer to get you in your precious dreams i hope they make more movies like that. A noise interrupted my thoughts slightly making me jump. heading towards where it had come from i look out my window to the left then right side seeing some children running around on my street dressed up in their costumes trick or treating, the street lights shinned on my street sign that read ELM STREET. 

Thinking the noise must of been from those who are outside simply wanting candy i turn away from the half way open window i scream as i felt something grab my arm from where the window was i turn fast to face it seeing my boyfriend trying to climb through the window. I let a relived sigh leave my lips and step back in no mood to help him through my window but to watch his struggle he sure deserves it after that stunt. 

“Thank for the help babe” FP says sarcastically while finally getting him self through my window his eyes not yet even looking really at me until he stands up straight turning to fully face where i was standing by my bedroom wall. 

FP’s eyebrows raised in what looked like surprise “Wow babe, damn you look good not like that’s anything new” 

“Well i tried thank you, uh what are you suppose to be, some poor victim of a serial killer stabbing, some messed up boy with mommy issues and a daddy who just doesn't seem to love him the same these days who has a issue filled girlfriend that seems so awkward all the time who probably kills his own girlfriend because ya know always some bullshit reason to kill your girlfriend, he must of watched way to many movies” I ask him as he slowly creeps closer to where i have been standing. This is when i notice the knife in his hand. It sure don’t look like the typical cheap fake ones used for such things as Halloween costumes. That makes me raise an eyebrow at the sharp metal in his hand. Fps eyes caught my reaction to his choice in accessory for his costume and he smirks getting closer to me. 

“Nah babe this blood is of my victims” he smirks wider as his eyes seem to burn into mine “I’m the killer” he adds while he brings his knife up to his bottom lip resting it there. 

“Shit does that mean i’m the girlfriend you want to kill for some bullshit reason” i fake seriousness.

“Hmm I think ill keep you around you look to good to ruin that tight outfit” he smirks checking me out. 

“Thanks. Oh and next time use the front door you ass”

“Did i give you a fright” FP stalks even closer to just inches apart. Like he is  stalking his prey. I deny that he frightened me and i lightly push him backwards from my bubble of space done with his creepy killer vibes in my bedroom and wanting to get my party on. 

Walking out my front door like a normal none creepy person uses i turn to FP “Your not really gonna walk around with that legit knife are you, because that seems like big ole trouble to me” 

“You have no idea” FP says quietly but loud enough to hear him. I watch as he passes by me down my steps and put the knife into a holster on his jeans.

“Wait what?” I ask confused on his statement. only for him to act as if he never heard me. 

I spot a boy who looks like our friend a small ways down coming from his front lawn as we approach and it is indeed my best guy friend! 

“Oh my gosh Fred i love it i absolutely approve of this years choice in costume” I say excitedly going to hug him not caring for his eyes to slightly open wider at my revealing chest area. 

“You look.. uh wow yeah wow a good wow very good wow” Fred rambled 

“Watch it Fred” FP warned in what seemed to be a half joke half serious threat as he slaps Fred’s check lightly and they do a quick bro hug. 

“Awe my guys, my killer boyfriend and killer best friend, my Freddy as Freddy i love it, glad you didn’t go with a mask of Freddy Kruger though i prefer your pretty face” I smack Fred on the same cheek FP had done. 

“I knew you would” Fred smiles. 

“Okay i could use a drink and Hiram douche as rich as he is must have plenty at his party so hurry up move it along” FP says nodding his head ahead of us indicating for us to start walking that way. 

Hiram Lodge, rich and rude mostly describes him. someone who many of us don’t particularly like. Fred dislikes him for many reasons one being Hermione Gomez the girl Fred was into and thought she could be the one. Until she chose Hiram and his pearls over Fred and his heart. FP dislikes him for many of the same reasons Fred does but one being Me the ex girlfriend of Hiram, I thought he could be the one until our once fun filled relationship turned into a cold one into a distant one into me choosing FP over Hiram. But hey a party with free booze is our kind of party and we got the invite well me and Fred did anyways. 

Walking through the streets of Riverdale seeing all the Halloween decorations like the lights from jack-o lanterns and ghosts hanging from trees, feeling the chilling vibes of the magic that is Halloween night run through my body, the feel of a cold hand in mine making me smile at my serial killer looking boyfriend. 

I watch as few children pass us by seeing the looks shared by Fred and FP raising my eyebrow at what they could be thinking then suddenly the two teenagers yell and jump forward towards the little kids scaring them making the children scream and run off. Rolling my eyes at the two men in front of me laughing like hyenas. 

“Real mature boys” I say unimpressed at the child like behaviour 

“Its Halloween y/n lighten up” Fred laughs 

“Yeah babe its meant to be scary” FP adds

“True but no need to terrorise little kids” I shake my head at them. And continue our walk.

Nearing the house holding the Halloween party hosted by Hiram i notice some familiar faces as much as i can being with all the Halloween costumes. my eyes came upon sierra dressed as wonder woman, a perfect costume for her and her girl power woman on a mission thing she has going on. a short distance a way as well seeing tom Keller in a army costume, another typically perfect costume for the boy.

The outside of the house isn't much decorated i try to push through some of my fellow classmates with FP and Fred hot on my tail walking through the front doors. I’m impressed by what my eyes are seeing the many outstanding lights making the house look like a nightclub ready for teenagers to dance the night away, i see Halloween theme streamers and garland, hanging bats all over the roof of the house, your typical mini orange pumpkins and some painted black placed on tables, and my favourite of all the creepy images on the walls that change. 

“Boy Hiram of course with all the crap” FP looks around at all the decorations as i was. “Think he’s compensating for something Fred” FP chuckles looking to Fred who’s standing next to him. Fred laughs at his best friends remark. 

“No comment” I smirk barley looking towards FP to see his glare thrown my way. 

“Speak of the devil” Fred nods his head to where Hiram is walking towards us. Hiram lodge strolls head high nearing us wearing a medieval king costume, it makes me want to laugh at another super typical costume for the boy who think’s he is a real king, only kind of royal he happens to be is a royal pain in the ass. 

“Well well well a sight for sore eyes, in all her black beauty” Hiram steps closely in front of me with that stupid smirk and ignorant eyes. I simply fake a big smile as my only response. 

“Fred” Hiram greets in a major Hiram way that doesn't sound very greeting like. so Fred does the same. My eyes moves back and fourth between the two and landing on Hiram as his eyes land on my exposed chest thanks to my Elvira costume. This doesn't go unnoticed by my serial killer boyfriend who steps in front of me chest puffed out and eyes murdering the rich man who only smirks more at the exchange. 

“Ah FP Jones i do believe you were not sent an invite but by all means enjoy my humble adobe, oh but please don’t let your serpent behaviour disturb my gathering” 

“Hiram” is heard from behind him of course coming from Hermione. I roll my eyes at her presence dressed as a medieval queen. “Hello glad you guys can attend” she says playing the dutiful girlfriend.

“Mhm thanks” I say in the most super fake tone i can muster up and a smile to go with it as i move past them farther into the home of the devil incarnate. 

Pouring my self a much needed beverage as FP pushes some guy lightly out of his way to reach a bottle of whiskey taken the whole thing for him self.

“Are you really just gonna take the whole thing?” i chuckle

“What like he cant afford to lose out on one damn bottle y/n” 

“Okay then” i let out a small sigh hoping FP doesn't get to hammered. 

“Hey it saves me from having to stab someone to move out my way for a drink” FP pulls out his knife he had in his holster waving it around near our faces with a wide smile. I’m not sure if its because it Halloween that this whole dressed in blood serial killer thing is legit creepy, but hey its pretend right. 

“Stop waving that thing in my face before you make me lose an eye you psycho” I tell him half jokingly. he just stares at me for a moment like contemplating on something, maybe something i said. But finally after making a clicking noise with his tongue he puts the knife back into his holster. 

“Good boy” I teasingly say to him as i grab his chin giving him a kiss to his cheek. 

Hand in hand we walk around for a bit saying a few hellos to some friends of mine as FP stays silent drinking from his bottle and eyeing a few people dangerously creepy. We enter the dining room seeing people including Fred playing beer pong. 

“Y/n come be on my team I’m kicking Tom’s ass” Fred shouts to where i stand with FP by the entrance. FP looks annoyed at the thought but i don’t care he can brood and mood alone for 5 minutes well i kick some major Keller toosh. 

“Oh Keller boy its on” i challenge as Fred cheers at my comment. 

I stand tall and elegantly yet cockily toss the ping pong ball, it lands perfectly into a cup filled half way with beer in front of Tom. Tom of course drinks it. Fred and I throw a few more times ultimately winning which causes us much joy giving us the need to jump around cheering for our self’s along with others in the room, i jump into Fred’s arms smiling at our victory he spins me around laughing. 

“That was awesome y/n” Fred smiles as he put me down. 

“Tha-” I’m cut off by the dark voice of FP

“I thought i said watch it” he remarks dryly to Fred as Fred gives him an unsure look. 

“Wow okay babe laying on the crazy tonight real hard don’t you think” I tell FP furrowing my eyebrows at the bloody boy. FP scoffs and Fred backs away slowly to leave me to deal with my crazy boo. 

FP moves close to my ear and says “Nah what would be crazy is if someone losses a hand because they can’t keep them off you” and he tilts his head in that weird way like a challenging way. Then all of a sudden he’s laughing. I can’t help my face reacting as if he has gone mad. 

“Let’s keep checking out the place babe” FP says in his normal tone as if he wasn't just a crazy jealous boyfriend. And put’s his arm around my shoulders. 

We came across a room that seems like a second living room it looks like the teenagers in it are playing a game as they all sit in whats suppose to be a circle. 

“Oh look its Y/n, care to indulge us in a game of secrets and sins” Penelope’s voice rang out. she use to be a decent human being but it seems her adopted family the blossoms have really done a number on her after she accepted to be with Clifford her adopted brother. honestly I’m unsure if its even legal. 

“I don’t know about that one” I shrug not really in the mood to share a secret of any sorts. 

“Are you scared to tell us something” Clifford chimes in as he is sitting next to the red headed sister girlfriend of his. 

“Let’s go babe” FP grumbles in my ear. But i shake my head at his words. 

“No no i’ll stay” I smile and take a seat on one of the few couches in the room that have space. FP stay’s standing by the door.

“Well that makes it your turn y/n, any sinful secrets you might wanna share” Penelope asks with a wicked smirk plastered on her face as if she already knows any secrets i may have. 

“Hmm i cheated on a math test once, no that’s a lame one, uh i keyed Hiram’s car after we broke up” that last so called secret made FP chuckle. but Penelope rolled her eyes not amused by my choices of secrets. 

“I have a obsession with the movie the heather's i do as well imagine poisoning my classmates, I’m sure you’ll be able to relate” i tell Penelope with a small smile. She lets out a huff still not amused.  

“So that’s your big secrets? Really. I think not Elm Street girl” she says smiling at me. Causing me to raise my eyebrow. And she continues on. 

“You know who else lives on Elm Street, Fred Andrews right? Your friend, your boyfriends friend” she drags on

“So do you have a point or are you just obtuse” I laugh in my head at my own joke sense obtuse is opposite of something pointy. 

“Funny. You like to do a lot with that mouth of yours, like talk when know one cares to listen or make out with Fred Andrews when you think know ones looking” she smiles deviously as my eyes widen in shock. 

“What?!” is heard from the door FP in fit of rage.  

“Wait let me explain” I say to FP but he doesn't hear it he’s to busy pushing his way out of the bedroom door so i follow him. 

“FP can you slow down what are you doing let me explain” I yell for him to hear me but all i see is him on a hunt. oh no probably for Fred. Poor Fred. 

Fp reaches Fred who is in the big living room area where the drinks are and teenager’s dancing. FP grab’s Fred by his shirt throwing him into a wall swiftly reaching for his knife 

‘FP no” i shout as i near the two boys. 

“What the hell FP” Fred asks his best friend. 

“I outta kill you boy” FP barks in Fred face now holding his knife to his throat. 

“FP stop please its not what you think i swear” I plead with my now looking like a real serial killer boyfriend. 

“Y/n whats going on? Why do you have a knife? wait is that a real knife FP?!” Fred asks a bunch of questions in his nervous and scared state. We all barley notice the music had turned down a bit and people were gasping and whispering amongst them self's. 

“You touched my girl!” FP says lowly very low dangerously low. 

Fred looks beyond shocked at the news his best friend knew. He was speechless. 

“FP please let’s talk outside or in a quite room” i beg of him. 

“Screw this” FP says angrily and grab’s Fred again by the shirt only to throw him into the wall once more before backing away. “You better watch out boy” FP threatens Fred. FP disappear’s into the house and I tend to Fred. 

“Oh my gosh are you okay i cant believe he just went that psycho” I held onto Fred’s head looking over his neck and face for any injuries. Seeing a small cut from the knife on is neck, making me cringe at the fact my boyfriend did that. 

“I’m okay y/n how did he find out?” Fred asks looking guilty 

“Secrets and sins and one red headed bitch of a blossom” I remark coldly.

“I’m going to find the bathroom see if i need anything for my neck” Fred tells me as he starts to move towards the door way. 

I should look for FP to tell him the truth the whole truth to that secret. The fact that it was before i chose to be with FP, it was a drunk bad judgement call right after my break up with Hiram. 

Its been some time looking for FP i think its safe to say he left the party. Maybe that’s a good thing give him some space to calm down and when he wants to talk i’ll gladly talk to him. I haven't seen Fred in awhile either, if he ditched me i’m going to kill that athletic guitar playing boy. No sign of my best friend and the party has majorly died down with only a few students i barley know from school and the few i do know decently well like Sierra, Tom, Penelope and Clifford, Marty Mantle and Darryl Doiley and of course the host him self and his little girlfriend Heromine. 

I look around some more for Fred so we can leave, i check anywhere i can including upstairs. I come across a room at the very end of the hall and open the door slowly “Hello anyone in here?” I ask not wanting to intrude on anyone's personal business. There’s no answer. I cant make much of what’s in the room it’s very dark until i find the nearest light switch flicking it on my eyes instantly see a body on the ground. 

“Oh my god Fred?!” I move fast towards the body now seeing the crimson colour seeping through his shirt as if he has been stabbed. I couldn't control it my mouth had i mind of its own as it let out a screeching sound of horror at the sight of my best friend bleeding not a single movement made on the floor. 

I stood in shock for a moment after my scream rang through the walls catching the attention of a few of my fellow classmates as they run into the room. 

I hear gasps and what happened and omgs come from a few mouths as i stare eyes wide open at Fred on the ground. I see Tom get closer to Fred’s body when i snap out of my trance of horror. 

“Wait don’t touch his body!” i spit out before anyone can lay a finger on the boy. 

Everyone looks at me as i’m insane. 

“Finger prints and moving a body is like what tampering with a crime scene and if you have your finger prints on him guess who’s a suspect of murder” I tell everyone sternly. 

“We need to see if he is breathing!” Tom says freaked out. 

I move closer to Fred’s unconscious body not enough to touch and tell everyone to shut the hell up so i can listen for his breathing, I hear nothing. I then put my hand in front of his nose and mouth to see if i can feel air coming from his bloody body, I can not. 

“He’s not breathing guys.. he’s dead” i cry out covering my mouth in more shock. I hear little cries from the girls Heromine and Sierra. 

“This can’t be happening my parents will kill me if i through a party and there happens to be a dead body laying around” Hiram sighs

“My dad is probably gonna kick my ass” I hear Marty say in a fearful tone.

“We need to call the cop’s” Tom says

“I don’t know about that” Clifford chimes in. 

“What are you talking about that’s what your suppose to do, unless you killed him?” Tom shouts back at Clifford. as Clifford scoffs

“This could ruin our life’s what colleges are wanting to accept people involved in a murder” Penelope say’s. 

“Was that a confession?” Darryl Doiley ask’s The red head rolls her eye’s

“Who would do this” I let tear slip from my eyes. 

Everyone looks around at one another eyes scanning each other with possible thoughts that one of us killed Fred Andrews. 

“Hiram. I bet it was Hiram” Penelope says smugly as always these days. 

“And why would I do that?” Hiram asks in almost to good to be true calm manner. Everyone turns their heads to Penelope so she can further explain her accusations.

“Oh please you never did like the boy so much you even stole his girlfriend” she replies nodding towards Hermione who still have many tears on her face. 

“Please you strike me for the killing type both you Blossom’s and your weird family” Hiram spits back to the red headed girl. 

“This is so not cool guys we need to do something” Sierra says. 

“Yeah like the cops’” Tom says again 

“No, no cop’s, not until we figure who might have done it” Hiram speaks.

“We can all point fingers at each other but nothing proves either of us did it” I tell them hoping their madness would stop i haven't even had time to really wrap my head around the dead body of my best friend. 

“What about FP” Darryl Doiley speaks up from the corner of the room he’s been hiding in sense he came in after my scream. Everyone turns to look at the Doiley boy at the same time with looks that say what about him. 

“He had a knife right he held it to Fred’s throat and went all psycho doesn't that prove anything” Darryl continued 

“This is true, FP did have a weapon and is well crazy” Hiram says as a matter of fact. I roll my eyes at him. 

“No way he wouldn't .. I don’t think he would, oh my no no he couldn't” i say unsure in my own words that my boyfriend and Fred’s best friend would commit such a crime. 

“I don’t know the look in his eyes sure showed insanity” Penelope spoke

“Y/n it might be true look at the facts he was mad at Fred, he held Fred at knife point, and threatened him. It doesn’t look good for FP” Tom states

“What doesn't look good for me” FP appears in the door way of the room giving us all a fright many of us jumping at his voice. Some of our eyes wide in fear to see him in front of us hearing us talk about him. The girls Heromine, Sierra and Penelope move further away from him as they practically huddle together, Darryl and Marty look terrified, while Hiram and Tom have no expressions on their faces, then there’s me standing in the middle of everyone beside Fred’s body not knowing what to say and trying hard to keep my face a normal looking way. 

“Say hey what happened here” FP says what almost seems like a question but more of a taunt, he takes a step inside the room with his head tiled in that creepy way he does.

“Get away from us you murderer” Penelope shouts at him. 

“Hmm that’s not very nice” FP smirks deviously at her as he pulls out his knife pointing it at her “You are not very nice” he tell’s her. He looks at everyone in the room ‘In fact none of you really are. Not to me that’s for damn sure” he clicks his tongue. 

“Hey man we no what you did and its cool we wont say anything to anyone” Marty tells FP in hopes to get out of a killer situation. FP just laughs at the boys attempts. 

“FP tell them you didn't hurt Fred i know you didn't right?” i ask my own hopes rising

“We know you killed him FP” Hiram says to him

“How do we know your not the killer? huh? you like scary movies maybe your movie freak mind lost its reality button ever think of that” FP says challenging Hiram's words. Hiram scoffs. 

“Okay well if FP didn't do it and none of us did lets just call the cops” Tom says starting to walk towards the door when FP’s knife ends up nearing his face

“Na na na Keller get back” FP demands so Tom goes back to his spot by Fred’s body and near me. I look to Fred’s dead body and to FP, feeling a wave of sadness wash over me finally seeing it feeling it , that FP killed him. My eyes water as i take small slow step to FP who bares his knife still in front of him. 

“Why FP.. please tell me why” I cry slowly moving toward my killer boyfriend. 

“Why y/n! why!” he shouts manically making me jump. He turns to face the door he had just shut then back to me. 

Suddenly FP steps to me grabbing me by my throat facing me to everyone has his grip is tight on my neck keeping me in place close to him. 

“Listen FP” Sierra says trying to defuse the ticking bomb 

“No you listen you little bitch! Anyone moves and ill be happy to see what your insides look like. Takes the strength of a man to gut someone ya know” FP barks

“You all and your privileged life’s, you northsiders think your so better then everyone else!” FP shouts and his grip gets even tighter on my throat making me whimper. “Not anymore” FP drags his knife on my face as he speaks but not hard enough to cut into my skin. 

“We are sorry i’m sorry we all are sorry!” Sierra shouts

“You don’t have to do this FP let y/n go” Tom says calmly reaching his hand out

“Let her go FP” Hiram says more demanding

“Please FP you don’t have to hurt anyone” Heromine chimes in

“Oh my ” Penelope mumbles 

“Dude come on please” Darryl cries out 

“We’re sorry dude” Marty says but not enough meaning to believe it.

“If any of us made you feel less then us we are sorry if any of us picked on you we are sorry or if we made fun of you FP” Sierra speaks again apologising for everyone. And everyone’s voice rings out say yes and yeah’s agreeing to what she had said in fear for their life’s. 

“Nah” FP says then quickly spins me to face him and send’s his knife into my stomach instantly my hands go to the wound i feel the wet substance and my knees hit the floor as horror painful sounds escape my lips everyone runs to me as i turn around best i can hands red and dripping, the girls faces wet with tears the guys faces filled with horror i take one last look at my stomach hand covering it again.

“Gotcha” my head snaps up to everyone as i smile wide

“Really I’m dead no one calls the cop’s ” Fred says from the floor with his face looking towards us all. 

“What?!” everyone shouts with wide eyes and still horrified yet shocked faces all around. 

“Good job FP” Fred smiles getting up from the floor. “Man that’s tough playing dead for that long so glad no one saw me breathing when i needed to” 

“You did great man” FP smiles 

“But the blood” Hermione asks

“Corn syrup” I reply with a smile

“You are all seriously insane” Sierra says 

“That was not funny” Hiram adds sternly 

“Holy heck thank god” Tom sighs of relief 

“I can’t believe you guys” Heromine says shaking her head in dismay.

“Not cool” Marty adds 

“You had us all going” Penelope says in boredom

“Yeah” Clifford adds not making eye contact with anyone probably embarrassed that he got fooled. 

“Well can’t say you guys didn’t deserve it” FP smiles a normal smile not a creepy one at last. 

“Happy Halloween guys” Fred smiles 

“I got me one hot serial killer boyfriend” I put my arm around FP’s waist as his arm goes around my shoulder. 

“Happy Halloween” FP and i say at the same time to everyone. 

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-I Only Need You- Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

     A/N: My male reader flopped harder then my life, so imma stick to female lmao.

     Summary: It’s a regular trip to Hogsmeade when Draco comes across a girl he has never met before.

     Warning: Soft Draco and shitty friends, also a bit of cursing.

     House: Gryffindor

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     “Hurry up Y/n!” shouted Hermione from outside your door. You chuckle quietly and you pull your black knitted cardigan over your white turtleneck. You stare at your outfit one last time, hoping it would keep you warm enough against the harsh cold outside. “I’m coming out, hold your horses” you replied back with a soft laugh. Hermione was always so punctual. 

     You grab the handle of your door and twist it, pulling it open. You were greeted with the sight of Hermione crossing her arms as well as Harry and Ron standing a few feet behind her “Ready?” she asked and you nodded in reply. She smiles and turns to walk out the common room with the rest of the group.

     “Any minute more and i think she would of gone mental” Ron commented, making both you and Harry laugh. “You know how she is with our Hogsmeade trips” you shrug as you talk “Yeah because she loves Butterbeer” “You are right about that Ronald”

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      “so what do you guys want to do first?” You asked, rubbing your hands together to create some warmth. The snow fell around you, as much as it was freezing you couldn’t deny that fact that it was beautiful. The snow laying on the ground like a thick white blanket was a sight to see. “We could go to Honeydukes and get some candy?” Ron suggested. 

     Hermione rolled her eyes in annoyance “We always go to Honeydukes. I think we should go to The Three Broomsticks and get-” “Butterbeer” you three said in unison. Hermione’s face heated up in embarrassment as the rest of you laughed. “Shut it!” she huffed and crossed her arms. You put a hand on her shoulder “Lets go get some Butterbeer” she had a pout on her face, but nodded nonetheless.

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      As all of you walked into The Three Broomsticks, you looked around for a empty table. As you all made your way over Hermione was giggling with excitement. You smiled at her child like behaviour for a drink. You all sat down. You and Hermione sat next to each other as Ron and Harry sat across from you too. A waiter came over and Hermione spoke up “Can we have four Butterbeers please” the waiter nodded and left.

     “Hermione calm down, your shaking in your seat” Ron laughed. You smiled lightly as Hermione huffs like last time and looks away. After a couple minutes the waiter came out holding a silver tray with there drinks. They placed each drink in front of them and smiled “Enjoy” they said politely and left. Hermione instantly started to drink hers “It’s still so good” she hummed. 

     You smiled and took a sip of your butterbeer. She was right, it was still a good drink. As you all chatted away and drank Butterbeer you notice Harry stare out the window for a moment before turning to ron and Hermione “Padfoot” he says. You stare at him with a confused expression. Hermione and ron nods and stand up, as well as Harry “we’ll be back in a bit” Hermione said, gazing at you. 

     You go to stand up as well, but Harry shakes his head “Alone, you stay here” he says “What why?” you question. “Just stay here Y/n. okay?” Harry said in a rather harsh tone. Y/n’s smiles sadly and nods “Yeah sure” and soon enough they left.

     They always left you out of things. They went on the adventures and always left you behind. They were the golden trio and you were just a side character in there big story. You sigh and take another sip of your Butterbeer. You questioned if you were really there friend sometimes, like you were now. You looked up from your drink to gaze around the room when your eyes make contact with cold grey ones.

     You tensed up slightly as the eyes bore into yours like they were studying your soul and everything about it. You tear your eyes away soon after. Draco Malfoy. Why was he staring at you? Why did you stare back? You shake away your thoughts as you finish the rest of your Butterbeer.

     “Is this seat taken?” you heard a low voice speak, looking up you see the blond Slytherin staring down at you. You feel small under his gaze, he was indeed intimidating “Um no, not anymore.” he takes a seat across from you where Ron sat and shuffled a bit “I couldn’t help but hear your conversation with Potter” he started. You raise a brow Had he been watching you? “i just wanted to say sorry” he says, a genuine smile gracing his lips. You blink a couple times in shock.

      “Oh, its quite alright. I’m used to it” You replied, being casted out by your own friends had become a normal thing you no longer questioned. “How come i’ve never seen you before?” he asked. You shrug your shoulders “If your not part of the golden trio and going on dangerous adventures, you fade into the background at Hogwarts” bitterness laced your tone, which Draco could definitely hear. “That i agree with. Why don’t they ever take you with them?” 

     “I wish i knew as well. Maybe because i’m not like them?” You replied, not really sure of your own answer “What do you mean by that?” he asked, genuinely interested “I’m not smart like Hermione, i’m not brave like Harry, i’m not. I don’t know what Ron is actually” “Annoying?” Draco suggested, making you laugh slightly. He wasn’t totally wrong. Draco smiles as he hears your sweet laugh.

     “I think you should ditch them.” Draco suggested making you shuffle in your seat “I don’t know, i don’t want them to be angry with me” she frowns slightly. Draco reached over to grab your hand with his. You feel the cold metal of his rings on the skin of your hand. He rubs his thumb in circles on your hand in a soothing manner “You don’t deserve to be treated like that..i just realized i never asked for your name. How rude of me” Draco chuckles.

     You smile and shake your head “No its fine, Im Y/n” he smiles as you say your name “That’s a beautiful name” he says as his hand continues to hold yours “This is gonna sound strange, but do you want to go for a walk around Hogsmeade with me?” he asked, he looked slightly worried. Fearing rejection. You nod slowly “I’d like that very much”

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    It had been months since that Hogsmeade trip. You and Draco continued to hang out, growing closer and closer. It was inevitable for you two to grow feelings for each other. You unfortunately had not listened to Draco when he said to drop the golden trio, you were to nice for that even if they had been ignoring you for two weeks now. Currently you were walking around with Draco, taking a stroll out the outskirts of the forbidden forest was something you two did often. 

     “Y/n!” you both heard from behind you. You turn around to see your ‘friends’ looking at you with a smile “Hey Y/n, we were wondering if you wanted to hang out?” Hermione asked, her eyes landed on Draco and she scowled “What’re doing with him” Draco rolled his eyes “We were having a nice stroll till you three came along” he snapped back. You put a hand on his arm. He visibly calmed at your touch.

     “You shouldn’t be around him Y/n he’s a dirty Slytherin. We’re your friends come on” Harry scoffed. You looked at them in disbelief “Friends?! You only hang out with me when it’s convenient for you! You leave me in the dust to go on adventures or some shit! Oh, but please tell me how i’m your friend?!” you shouted at them. The trio looked hurt at your words “We are your friends Y/n! There’s just some things we have to do alone” Hermione exclaimed back.

     “Oh cut the bullshit. If i really meant anything to any of you you would have told me a long time ago. I’m done with you three” You turned your back and began to walk anyway, wiping harshly at the tears that came down your face. “Y/n!” Draco shouts as he runs in front of you. He grabs your face, tilting it up to look at him “Hey, don’t cry” he cooed and and wiped a few stray tears with his thumb.

     “I’m proud of you for standing up for yourself” He smiles, you give him a quick smile and put your hands over his. “I really couldn’t have done it without you, Draco” You reply, making his face flush lightly. Your eyes gaze around his face, surprised to find yourself leaning in. Draco does the same. You close your eyes as his lips land on yours. He was soft yet forceful with the way he kissed you.

     Draco’s hands let go of your face and travel down your back, pulling you flush against his chest. You gasp in surprise and your hands land on his chest. He pulls away, leaving you breathless from his kiss “Wow” he muttered making you laugh “Yeah wow” you repeated. “I’m sorry about your friends Y/n” he says in a saddened tone. “It’s okay, want to know why?” “Why?” he asked. 

“Because, I only need you”

    ♡~🐍~♡

    A/N: That ending was kinda trash ngl. Anyway, make sure to check out my profile to request something for a Draco x reader

[amphxtrite]

draco malfoy x fem!reader

part one: Broken

Warning: Angst, swearing, spelling and grammar mistakes

Summary: You finally decide to confront Draco his absence and find out his secret. fluff at the end.

A/N: Sorry if it’s a bit slow at the beginning, but I really like how this one ended up.

enjoy <3

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You sigh as you continue to flip through your charms textbook, you had a big test coming up and you wanted to make sure you did well. Taking a look out your room’s window you break into a grin watching the snowflakes fall from the sky, you try your best to resist the urge to run into the snow, turning back to the textbook in front of you as a distraction, but when you kept reading the same line over, and over again, you give in and start to pull on your winter jacket, boots and a warm hat. Smiling to yourself, you hurried out of your common room door and ran through the halls until you finally felt the cool wind on your face.

Walking towards your favourite spot by black lake, you take in the gorgeous scenery. The trees in the forests were all ridden with bits of snow and icicles hanging down the branches, the lake had not yet frozen over but the snow and greenery around it made it seem like a muggle Christmas card, there were also little first years running around having a snowball fight, laughing happily. Flopping down on your back into the fluffy snow once reaching your destination, you enjoy the feeling of the cool snowflakes falling onto your warm cheeks. As you continue to lay in the winter wonderland your mind thinks back to the winters you and your family would stay at your cabin up north, your mother would always build large snow figures with magic, as you and your father always stared in awe at them. Since your father was a muggle, you also picked up on their traditions too, baking little cookies being your favourite. As your mind seems to perk up at all the happy memories, you replay a certain one in your head, the day Draco confessed his feelings for you in your fourth year.

“C’mon Dray, it’s just a little snow please.” you practically begged, giving your best puppy eyes to the grey eyed slytherin in front of you. “y/n you know I can't say no when you give me those eyes.” Draco sighs exasperated. “ so it’s a yes then?” you raise your eyebrow hopefully, Draco seems to debate this in his head before silently agreeing. You squeal with excitement telling him to get dressed in something warm before meeting by Black lake, before kissing his cheek and running off. Draco has to splash cold water onto his face to get rid of the blush. When you arrive outside you see the handsome blonde leaning against a tree, smiling as you got closer to him. “So, what did you have planned?” Draco asks, wrapping one arm around your shoulder. For the rest of that day you spent your time showing Draco all the different ways to enjoy the snow. You made snow angels with him, showed him how to build a snowman, (which he found rather ridiculous, but didn’t complain when he saw the look of pure joy in your face) had a snowball fight with him, and just sat in each other's embrace watching the snow fall. It had become slightly dark by then and you were still wrapped in Draco’s arms, he looked away for a second from the falling snow and his eyes fell to you, and you took his breath away. Your h/c was a little messy, but still framed your face perfectly, you had a faint pink blush on your skin and your nose was bright pink. You looked so perfect there in his arms and he knew he was a goner. “H-hey, y/n?” He started, trying to build up his courage. “What’s up Dray?” you ask cluelessly. He looked deep into your eyes and got lost in your e/c orbs, his confidence dwindling, he decided to just get it out. “I...I fancy you y/n. I have for a while, you’re so beautiful, kind and so smart. I just wanted to let you know.” He confessed, turning away bashfully. When you didn't respond he grew scared, did you not feel the same? He was about to apologize when he felt you lean towards him and close the small gap between you, pressing your lips to his in a short chasté kiss, “I fancy you too Draco, have since our first potions class together when you asked for my help on the essay.” you say truthfully. Draco’s mouth drops open, but it is soon replaced by a huge grin as he leans forwards and captures your lips in a kiss again, filled with snow, lipgloss and feelings coming out. You spent the rest of the night in the slytherin common room with hot chocolate, blankets and cuddles by the fire.

You bring your hands to your face and rub the tiredness out of your eyes, slowly drifting from the memory and back into reality.

Another month had passed since Draco broke up with you, you’d gone two and a half months without speaking or seeing the man you love. It hurt really bad that Draco didn’t even look at you anymore, and it confused you to no end.

You’re snapped out of your thoughts by a loud voice. “ I’m telling you two! Draco’s working for Voldemort!” You stiffen at these words, what the hell were they talking about? “Oh shut your trap Harry! You’ve been going on about this for days! I get you don’t like Malfoy, but this is getting out of hand!” That was Hermione’s voice, why did Harry think Draco would be working with Voldemort, that’s impossible… You keep still and continue to eavesdrop on their conversation. “Don’t you find it suspicious how much Malfoy has been avoiding us? What if he’s planning something?” Harry explains. “Forget it Harry, you know that prat’s been ignoring us because we’re friends with y/n” you could almost feel Hermione’s eye roll from here. “She’s got a point Harry…” Ron agrees. Harry seems at a slight loss of words and you choose then to take your leave, pulling your hood over your head to avoid being noticed and shaking your head at the golden trio’s antics.

Heading back to your common room you suddenly feel a slight shiver running down your spine, finally taking notice that the coat you were wearing was now very wet. Sighing, you shrug it off and quickly rush to the y/h common room to drop off your coat and change out of the cold clothing, swapping out your soaked outfit for warm sweatpants and casual shirt, running a brush through your hair before heading back to the great hall for something warm to eat. Taking your usual spot at the y/h table you start to sip on a mug of warm tea, letting the warm creamy taste of the milk and the sugary sweetness consume your body. You take a couple bites of shepard’s pie, you weren’t hungry, but you knew Hermione would be fretting over you if you dared to skip one meal, sometimes you wondered if Mrs. Weasley was rubbing off on her. Poking at your unfinished pie, you take a glance up to see if any of your friends are around, scanning the long tables around you, hoping to find a familiar face among the sea of people. While your eyes scan down the slytherin table, your eyes stop wandering and you’re met with those piercing orbs you missed so much. You felt your heart skip a beat and you tried to manage a small smile at him, but as your lips tug up Draco abruptly stands up and quickly exits the hall. You felt your heart drop, so many thoughts consumed your head, so many questions, insecurities and doubts, but you snap back to your senses and immediately storm out after him.

You had had enough, you could understand if he didn’t want to speak with you, but this was getting infuriating! What had you done so wrong that made Draco dash out of the hall after just making eye contact with you! You tail him from a distance, walking down several hallways and corridors, pushing past people until there weren’t any students around at all anymore. To stay hidden you’d hide in an alcove for a bit until you were sure Draco hadn’t sensed he was being followed. You continue down the last hall seeing a distinct flash of white enter a deserted boys washroom, storming in a minute later, you were about to raise your voice, but what you saw broke your heart all over again.

Draco was hunched over a sink his head drooped between his shoulders, his eyes were red and glassy, his hair was a mess and from up close you could see his sick face and very prominent bags under his eyes. You hid behind a pillar in the large room, unable to find your voice looking at Draco’s vulnerable form. As Draco straightened up a bit you could understand why he chose to come to such a deserted area, you heard him mutter muffliato in a small voice and a second later he began to cry. Tears filled with sadness and agony flowed free down his face, and strangled cries came from his mouth. He started hitting the edge of the sink with his fists, but Draco seemed numb to the pain, you could swear you heard a crack, but you were unsure if it was Draco’s hand or the sink he was beating. His sobs turned to screams with one word coming out like a mantra. “Why?” You began to walk slowly towards him, but the screams didn’t stop, he had still failed to notice your entry. “Why did this have to happen to me?! I don’t want this! I can’t be without her!” he screamed before you heard him whimper into his sleeve, tears began to form in your own eyes and you pushed back your nervousness, rushing towards him. “Draco!” you finally call to him and pull him towards you, hoping to hold him in your embrace. He stiffens and flinches away from you, a look of terror on his face. Brushing off the feeling of hurt as you step closer to him, you begin to speak, “Draco you don’t have to avoid me, please, tell me what’s going on! I’m sure I can help you.” you try to reason with him. “ y/n. You need to leave. Get out of my sight. Now!” You could tell he was trying to be cruel, but the breaks in his voice gave him away, you began to feel your own tears stream down your face. “No Draco, please don’t push me away, I’m here for you no matter what, you know I care about you.” You take another step closer to him as he takes a step back. Tears reemerge from his eyes and you reach out and wipe them away with your thumb, ignoring his tense features. “Please leave y/n, leave me, I don't want you to get hurt.” he whispers, removing his left arm from behind his back. “Dray, what on Earth are talking abou-” your words catch in your throat as you look down at Draco’s left arm, in dark ink that seemed to stare into the pits of your soul was a skull and snake tattoo. The Dark Mark. “Oh Draco…” you say taking his forearm into your hands. He lets you. “Go on y/n, run away, scream, tell everyone!” Draco’s soft voice raises into a yell, and as you look into the eyes you fell in love with, you can see the broken man inside him. “Draco-” he cuts you off. “What don't you understand y/n, I have the fucking dark mark on my arm! I’m helping a madman kill innocent people, I’m a bloody monster!” He’s sobbing now, and has fallen to his knees. You fall down with him and search his face. You search for any sign of dishonesty, any sign of hate, rage or evil, you’re unsuccessful. There is no sign of a monster. You only see a boy, a scared and innocent boy who doesn’t want or deserve the pain he is going through. You see Draco, the man you fell in love with and will love forever. You bring his wrist to your lips and kiss the ink on his arm. This shocks him and his mouth falls open, just like when you told him you also fancied him that winter 2 years ago, you smile at him. “Draco, this mark doesn’t define you, from what I’m hearing, you don’t want to hurt anyone or stand with Voldemort, you said it yourself you don’t want this, and if you were forced into this, I don’t care, Draco I love you, you, a tattoo doesn't change that if you don’t agree with the beliefs that come with it. It doesn’t have to change who you are.” you spill out truthfully. You reach out and hold his face in your palms and staring into his beautiful eyes, this time he doesn’t pull back.

“Y/n-” he stutters out. “Yes, my love?” you respond. He pulls you into him, wrapping you in a tight embrace and burying his face into your neck. “Thank you, thank you so much.” He murmurs against you neck. You start to feel tears running down his cheeks again, this time it’s not sad or angry tears, but happy and grateful ones. You return his embrace, rubbing his back soothingly and drawing patterns in his shirt. This beautiful boy has cried too many tears in his life and didn’t deserve an ounce of the pain and sadness he’s had to go through, you know he needs to get it out though, so you sit there in his arms, whispering sweet nothings into his ears and reassuring him you were never going to leave his side, he began to let apologies fall from his lips. whispering that it was all his fault and he was being stupid. You shut him up with a long passionate kiss, hoping your point was getting across. “Draco, you weren’t being stupid, you were trying to protect me, and I’m so grateful for that, I just wish you’d know you didn’t have to break up with me to protect me, we can work together.” you murmur against his lips with a smile. You feel him nod before he presses his lips to yours again and seals a wordless promise. A promise to stay, to fight, and to protect you from your side until his dying breath. You were his reason to stay strong and push through hard times, you were his hope that everything would turn up alright, you were a light in the dead of night guiding him out of dark times. With that kiss he sealed a wordless promise, a wordless promise of love.

@kitty7864 @lord-byron

[sincerlypadfoot]

A One Night Stand (Chapter Two)

Showing up to a slytherins party is all fun and games until you wake up in a bed thats not yours, and in a common room that's not even close to yours, with a boy beside you

Word Count-1.5K

Warning! Smut, hard core 18+

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Sam's head spun as she felt warm, her eyes sore as she opened them. Laying on her side, she looked over at the curtains that were drawn infront of her face. 

Blaise let out a little groan, causing Sam’s eye to completely open, prospering herself a bit, she looked over at Blaise who laid asleep beside her, laying facing her.

“Shit,” Sam whispered lifting the blanket up and looking down at her naked body. She rolled her eyes, flashbacks from last night run in her head.

Sam put her hand on her head, as a massive head rush hit her head, she looked over at Blaise once more, shaking her head and turning to the curtains, pushing them opening and helping herself out.

Both of their clothes her scattered all across the floor, Sam's dress laying not far from the bed. Without a care she slipping on her bra and dress on. Quietly slipping out the door, the rest of the beds curtains were shut, unknowing if anyone else had heard her.

The Slytherin Common room was a complete mess, drinks were scattered all over the room, bottles on their sides, garbage all over the place.

Sam slipping out of the common room now, quietly walking the halls of Hogwarts, no one had been awake this early on a saturday morning, lucky for Sam, slipping undetected back to the Gryffindor common room.

“Bat eyes,”

The common room door opened and Sam walked in, a empty common room as well. Sam trailed up to her room  quietly, opening the door.

Hermione was sleeping sound in her bed, her arm hanging out of her curtain, Sam smiled, super hungover.

“Walk of shame much?” Hermione chuckled causing Sam to shoot her head back over at Hermione who had her head pocked out of her curtains.

“Fell asleep on the couch, got to drunk,” Sam lied crawling into her bed. “Wake me up when you go down from breakfast,” She closed her curtains, not bothering to undress, facing face down on her pillow.

“Was it a good party at least?” Hermione asked now standing beside Sam, she sat down looking over at Sam who didn’t look up at her.

“Yeah good, drinks refilled themselves and the music was blaring, you should have came,” Sam rolled over with a smile. “Goodnight Hermione, don’t talk about my walk of shame,” Sam rolled back over, pulling her blankets up over her face.

“You reek of cologne,” Hermione chuckled making Sam roll her eyes, Hermione waled back to her bed, leaving Sam to go back to sleep.

“You don’t wanna know what I did last night!” Sam yelled causing Hermione to roll her eyes now, collapsing back onto her bed.

Two hours passed and Sam woke up from her nap, rolling over and opening up her curtains just a bit, Parvati was laying in her bed.

“Good morning sunshine,” Sam smirked rolling out of bed, still wearing her dress. “How was your night?”

“Better than yours I bet,” Parvati huckled standing up from her desk. “Or maybe not,” She looked Sam up and down, bursting into laughter.

“I’m going to shower, see you at breakfast,” Sam shook her head at Parvati turning to her dresser. “What time did you get in?”

“This morning, just after you Hermione said, I swear i’m never going to a Slytherin party again,”

Sam and Parvati shared a laugh as Sam grabbed her robes from her closet and a new set of undergarments.

“Save me some food, I promise I won’t take long,” 

“I’ll wait, I wanna gossip about last night,” Pavarti said back down at her desk as Sam walked into the bathroom, her thoughts as she showered were telling Pavarti, her best friend about Blaise, or keeping it her dirty little secret.

Sam quickly finished her shower, drying herself off and tossing a simple outfit on then her robe overtop.

“Okay easy peasy, come on,” Parvati and Sam walked out of their room, the common room was empty since everyone was at breakfast.

“You gonna tell me who you went upstairs with?” Parvati asked with a smile,as the two walked down the stairs.

Sam let out a little chuckle shaking her head. “Depends, are you going to tell me what you and Adrian did last night?”

Now Parvati let out a little laugh shaking her head back. “Nope, not a chance, you get to spill your dirty little secrets first,”

The two arrived in the great hall, which had been oddly loud for half of the fifth and sixths years were hungover.

“Good morning sleeping beauty,” Hermione smirked as Sam sat down beside her and started tossing food onto her plate.

“I don’t think i’ve ever been more hungover,” Sam laughed making half the table laugh. “You’ll have to come next time Mione, same with all of you, they truly are,”

Breakfast went on like normal, Harry Ron and Hermione all argued about the party, and what horrible things were happening now, Fred and George started tossing food at people, and Sam couldn’t help but graze at Blaise who sat infront of her at the Slytherin table.

His back was to her but she knew it was him. Blaises head was slunched a little, his hand tapping on his lap, she admired his features, remembering what happened last night and the actions.

“Hello earth to Sam,” Harry tapped the top of Sam's head, catching her attention, she turned her head quickly. 

“Yes Harry?” Sam asked shaking her head and getting the thought of Blaise out of her head.

“We were just talking about staying at Grimmauld this winter, do you wanna come?” 

Hermione nodded her head yes at Sam making her smile. “Yeah, i’ll see what my parents think about it but I don’t think they’ll have a problem,”

“Yeah well that’s the least of your problems,” Parvati whispered in Sams ear, causing her to turn her head. “Incoming nine O’clock,”

“What that makes no sense,” Sam looking around, watching as Blaise turned from his spot and started walking towards the Gryffindor table. “I’ll see you guys later, I have some homework to hand in for monday,” Sam quickly took off before anyone could question her, practically racing out of the great hall.

“Sam wait please,” Blaise shouted shaking his head, he quickly caught up with the girl who completely ignore everything around her, placing his hand on her shoulder. 

“What Blaise?” Sam smiled fakley turning to face him. “I honestly don’t wanna talk about last night, another time please,”

“Okay, I just wanted to say, you left a couple things in my room last night, just wanted to see if you wanted to swing by tonight, we’re having another party,” 

Sam took a deep breath and closed her eyes then opened then up. “I’ll be there Blaise, thanks and i’ll see you later,” 

“Yeah see you later Sam, hope to see you tonight,” Blaise gave a small smile, taking his hand off of Sam shoulders. “No hard feels?”

“No hard feelings Blaise, see you later,”

Both took different paths, Blaise walking back to the great hall to gather people for the party, and Sam back to her room, to be alone.

~

“Blaise!” Pavarti shouted landing backwards on her bed. “You slept with the Blaise Zabini last night, oh and I thought Adrian was bad, but this!”

“I already knew about Adrian, you guys were all over each other last night,” Sam sat up from her bed. “Can you just grab my stuff tonight, I really don’t wanna go, and he wants to talk about it,”

Pavarti sat up and looked at Sam. “He wants to talk about last night, what did you do,” She rolled her eyes with a smile.

“You don’t even wanna know,” Sam fell backwards. 

Hermione walked through the door, looking left and right at the two girls. “What are you two mopping about?”

Pavarti smiled but Sam sat up, tossing her pillow at her face. “Nothing at all, are you coming to the party tonight, celebrating who knows what, winter breaks only next week and you should come, lift some weight off your shoulders,”

“Yeah Hermione, pleaseeee,” Pavarti begged, tossing the pillow back at Sam with a huff. “We promise we don’t leave your side, and i’m sure a little drink wont work,”

“And,” Sam started to say, tucking her pillow behind her. “You havm’t tried out the slide yet, Pansy and I found it, you have to try it,”

Hermione looked between the two girls, walking passed them. “I don’t know what to wear,”

Parvati and Sam smiled, getting up and walking towards their shared closet, swinging it open.

“This,” Sam smiled pulling out a yellow dress. “You’ll look perfect in this, now go change, and i’ll convince everyone else to come with us,” Sam pushed the dress against Hermione's body, Pavitra pushing ehr towards the bathroom.

Both Sam and Parvati high fived each other just as Hermione closed the door with a smile.

[granger-or-garcia]

Just Friends?

hermione x fem!reader

contains- kissing, pining, wlw, ignoring, angst, injury, arguing

Chapter 2 :)

Running after Hermione down the halls of Hogwarts is not the way I expected my Saturday night to go, but here I am.

“Hermione! Wait, please!” I keep shouting at her, but she won’t stop running. What happened? Didn’t she try to kiss me back? What if she hates me? Thoughts rush through my head when Hermione shuts herself in a broom closet down the hall. Finally, I catch up but she locked the door.

“Hermione, what’s wrong?” I start to get concerned when there’s no answer. After about an hour of sitting outside the closet waiting, I fall asleep.

I wake up on the floor right where I fell asleep. The closet door was open, Hermione had left. I can’t tell what time it is, so I head back to the dorms. The common room is deserted, with cups and napkins littering the floor. In my dorm, I see Hermione’s closet is mostly empty, and all of her books are gone. I change and go to sit in the common room, waiting for Hermione to come sit and read before everyone else wakes up. However, that time never comes. Harry and Ron greet me with tired looks on their faces.

“Mornin Y/N, how’d you sleep? How’s the arm?” Harry rubs his eyes to try and stay awake.

“Well, my arm is fine, and I’d say I slept about as well as someone can on the floor in the halls of the school.” I see their heads full with questions.

“What in Merlin’s name were you doing sleeping in a hall last night?” Ron’s puzzled look almost made me laugh.

“Not much, Hermione was just hiding from me in a broom closet, that’s all.” My memories of the night grow stronger as I think about it.

“Y/N, care to explain why that ended up happening?” It was clear you couldn’t explain it to them fast enough. They were so eager to know what had happened.

“Well, it started off fine, she had brought me back up from the hospital wing and into our dorm. She apologized for ignoring me and we promised that’d never happen again. Oh, then we kissed, which prompted her to run away from me.”

“YOU KISSED? YOU KISSED!” Harry and Ron were jumping in their seats, clearly forgetting about the part where I mentioned Hermione ran away.

“Well yeah, she said we should do this thing called a ‘forehead promise’ and then we kissed.” I smile, my brain hasn’t really had much time to process this. “But she just got up and left, I don’t know what happened. She ran down the halls until she found a closet and then she shut herself inside. Did you know Hermione is actually a really good runner?” I smile, trying to make light of the situation.

“Wow Y/N, that’s terrible, what are you going to do?” Ron looks concerned for me.

“I don’t know, I think I’m just going to give her some space.” I slouch into the comfy arm chair of the common room.

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It’s been two weeks now. I haven’t spoken to Hermione once, and she doesn’t seem to care. Don’t get me wrong, I can survive without her, hell I’m playing quidditch and doing homework just fine right now. Ron and Harry have been talking with me more than Hermione, but that’s really just because she’s ignoring them too. The most difficult part is not seeing her all the time. I don’t even know where she’s been staying overnight.

“Oi, Y/N, how you hanging?” Fred comes up to me in the hall and puts his arm around me.

“Good Freddie, ready for tonight’s party?” Fred always managed to put a smile on my face.

“Yes of course, George is getting food from the kitchens as we speak. Speaking of the party, can I ask you something?” His smile fades a little as he looks at me. “Would you want me to talk to Hermione for you at the party? We’re all sick of the two of you fighting, just make up already.” 

“Well, uh, sure, I do miss her a lot.” My smile grows as he pays me on the back. I wave goodbye to him and then rushed up to my dorm to change for the party. I rush around my dorm room, searching my closet and dresser for the perfect outfit for Hermione. It occurs to me that the last time there was a Gryffindor party, Hermione and I kissed, which led to her running away from me. I get back to rummaging through my drawers. Finally, I find the perfect jumper and jeans and head downstairs to help Fred and George put all of the food and drinks out, people should be heading into the common room in about half an hour.

“Well, look who decided to show up.”George smiles at me and puts down the cups he was filling. “ I heard Fred and I are on matchmaker duty tonight, eh?”

“Oh, shut it George. But yeah, just tell her I’m sorry and I need to talk to her alright, no need for too much detail.” I help the boys put out pastries on the table.

“Hey boys!” Fred shouts as Harry and Ron come downstairs to join us.

“Hey Y/N, Fred, George, are you excited for the party?” Ron was eyeing the sweets as Harry was trying to make conversation with us.

“Well Harry, if I’m going to be honest, Y/N here seems to be quite nervous about having me and George talk to her little crush for her.” Fred smirks as he nudges my shoulder. We continue to chat and set up for the party as people begin to come into the common room.

The party is in full swing, still no sign of Hermione.

“Oi, Y/N, this is from Hermione,” Ginny comes up to me and hands me a small folded bit of paper,”Try not to make her feel too bad about it ok?”

“Ok Gin, thanks, see you around.” She waved to me and joins some other fourth years talking. I open the note and I can feel the Twins watching as I open the note, I choose to ignore them.

Y/N,

I’m so sorry for ignoring you these past weeks, I’ve just been scared that you’ve began to hate me. I’d totally understand if you feel that way, but I’d like to talk with you. Meet me in the hallway outside of Transfiguration at 9.

-Granger

(Sorry this took a while to get out, Chapter 3 out of 4 or 5 out soon!)

[adenei]

Finding My Way To You - Ch. 8

AO3 // FFN

Adjusting

“Mum, I really don’t think all of this is necessary..” Hermione said the following day. Her parents had both taken the day off to spend time with them, and Jean had whisked her daughter away for lunch and an afternoon of shopping. 

“What? Being able to spend time with my daughter? When’s the last time we went shopping together? Hermione, dear, you are desperately in need of some new clothes! Plus, I want to help you find something special for your date tonight,” Mrs. Granger smiled knowingly.

Hermione sighed. Her mother was right. The clothes she did have were ragged from being on the run for almost a year, and it was nice to be able to spend time with her again. This was the kind of thing she’d hoped to do with her mother before sixth year started, when she thought she and Ron may be on the verge of something then. Speaking of…

“Mum, what did Ron say to you last night to change your mind about things?” she asked again, hoping she’d crack on the fourth try.

They’d been out much longer than Hermione had expected, which made her nervous, but when they’d returned, Ron looked relieved and Mum had a smile on her face. Hermione looked at her dad for help in gathering an explanation, but he simply shrugged. Even Ron was tight lipped about the exchange last night. That annoyed her, and subsequently cut into their ‘getting to know you’ time she was hoping for.

What Ron did admit was what her mother was planning for tomorrow evening. “She called to make a reservation at some posh seafood restaurant for us tomorrow evening.”

“All four of us?” Hermione asked for clarification.

“No, just you and me. She wants us to go on a proper date. Said something about checking the cinemas, too, whatever that means. Would you be alright to join me for dinner tomorrow evening, say, around 6:30?” he said with a chuckle.

“I’d be delighted,” Hermione played along. “But I’m not sure I have anything to wear,” she frowned.

“Right, I forgot that bit. Your mum’s planning to be here around eleven tomorrow to take you to lunch and shopping.”

Hermione smiled at the recollection as she browsed the current boutique they were in. They already had several bags between them of new clothes for Hermione. Several new shirts and jumpers, a couple pairs of jeans, trousers and skirts, and even new undergarments, which Hermione had been resistant towards at first. She was secretly happy, though because when she was ready to take that step with Ron, she wanted something cute or sexy and not just plain old boring cotton. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of wanting to be ‘sexy’ for someone. 

She’d even caved and allowed her Mum to purchase a new swimsuit. It felt like ages since Hermione had worn one, not since their trip to France all those summers ago, and it took several choices (of both her own and others her mum tossed over the dressing room door) before Hermione had decided on a bright blue two piece with white polka dots. The top was modest enough with a twist front that had string ties in the back, and the bottom was somewhat high waisted, which made her feel more comfortable. Her mum had also picked up a couple beach towels and insisted Hermione buy flip flops, or thongs, as the Aussies called them. 

“The weather is supposed to be beautiful tomorrow. You and Ron absolutely need to experience a beach day, so you’ll be prepared!” 

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh. “Mum, are you trying to plan the rest of our stay here?”

“Of course not! I just want you both to experience everything we’ve grown to love about this little corner of the world. Plus, you both deserve a bit of a holiday after everything you’ve been through.”

“Thanks, Mum,” Hermione said, as she felt an overwhelming need to hug her mother right then and there.

Their last stop found Hermione the perfect dress for her date tonight. It was teal, and flowy with wide straps and a keyhole opening. A satin band gathered at the waist to provide some shape on her body, and the flowy skirt came to her mid thigh. It was the perfect balance of elegant, yet beachy, and her mum had found a wedge, peep toe sandal to finish off the look.

“Thank you again for all of this, Mum. Even after everything I did…”

“Hermione, you’ll always be our daughter, and I’ll always love you. I only want the best for you, and even though Ron’s made mistakes in my eyes, he’s certainly proved to me that he’ll do whatever it takes to make you happy, and I respect that.”

“Sometimes I think I don’t deserve him.”

“It’s all about balance, my dear. Tell me, did you ever apologize to him about the canary incident?”

Hermione felt as though ice had been poured down her back at her mother’s words. She knew that she and Ron had gotten past the whole Lavender debacle, but thinking back on it, she realized that there never was an explicit apology for that.

“I- erm-” she stuttered.

“You really should. I raised you better than that.”

“You’re right. And I suppose I probably should apologize for attacking him when he came back as well..” she hesitantly admitted.

“Excuse me?” Her mother stopped on the sidewalk and looked at her. “I did not raise you to react with violence, young lady.”

“I know, I know! I just- I let my emotions get the best of me. I promise I’ll do better about keeping them in check.”

“I’m not the one you should be making that promise to, but I appreciate the intent.”

“You’re right.”

“Dare I ask what you did to that poor boy when he came back?”

“Umm, I used him as a punching bag, as Dad would say,” Hermione admitted.

“Oh, Hermione..I know you inherited my anger, but please don’t take it out on him like that.”

“I won’t. Not anymore.”

She knew it was wrong, and even though it wasn’t something she talked about often, she was ashamed of her actions. Pride and embarrassment had forced her to ignore bringing it up, but if they were going to start off their relationship properly, it needed to be discussed.

Hermione noticed her mum checking her watch. “We’ve got just enough time to get you cleaned up and ready for your date. I had your father bring a few items over to your flat when he went to pick up Ron.”

“Items? What do you mean?” Hermione asked curiously.

“Hair product and makeup, of course!”

“But-”

“No buts! We have an hour to get you ready before Ron’s due to pick you up.”

“He’s not already there?” Hermione was having trouble keeping up with her mum, both in walking speed and conversation.

“Heavens, no! It’s a proper date, remember? Now, let’s go!”

~o~

Ron was standing in the guest bedroom of the Granger’s home. He was looking in the wall mirror at his own reflection. His afternoon had been spent out with Hugo. He’d gotten a haircut at a local barber, found swim trunks for their ‘beach day’ tomorrow as Jean kept calling it, and an outfit for his date tonight. He was wearing a nice pair of trousers with camel colored dress shoes. His shirt was light blue with faint, thin pinstripe lines to give the illusion of texture. 

For the first time since Bill and Fleur’s wedding, he was proud of the way he looked. Mr. Granger had a knack for muggle style, and even though he was older, Ron trusted his judgement. He reminded himself of one of those business lads that flooded the sidewalks on the morning and evening commutes. He felt bad, and had tried to pay for the clothes himself, but Hugo had insisted. Mr. Granger had offered to purchase more for Ron when he caught him eyeing a new pair of trainers, and jeans that might actually fit his long legs, but Ron politely refused. 

“Ready to go?” Hugo called from the bottom of the stairs, drawing Ron out of his thoughts. 

He couldn’t wait to see Hermione. It’d been a long afternoon without her. Especially because he’d grown accustomed to being with her day in and day out. They made the short drive over to the flat, where Jean was waiting by the door. She held the door open for Ron as she wished them well for the night and reminded him of how to get to the restaurant, which was about five blocks away.

He watched them go and then bounded up the stairs. He was about to just walk into their shared flat, but paused and remembered that this was a date, so he knocked on the door. Ron barely had to wait for Hermione to open it.

He wasn’t sure what he was expecting, but the sight of her in front of him made his jaw drop and he was pretty sure his heart stopped briefly. She was gorgeous. Her mum had no doubt helped her tame her wild curls, and it looked like she was wearing just enough makeup to accentuate her features. Not like the grams of it Lavender would plaster on her face every day. Her chocolate brown eyes were brought out by a light layer of deep purple, which were staring at him in much the same way he was looking at her, with adoration. And Merlin, that dress. She wasn’t one to wear dresses casually. Not that this was casual or anything, but he’d only really ever seen her in her school uniform or formal wear. He needed to say something to snap himself out of it before he lost his senses completely.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

“And you cut your hair,” she responded. “It suits you. You look really nice in muggle clothes.” Hermione smiled shyly at him. 

Ron smiled back at him as he rubbed his neck awkwardly. Why did this feel so weird? This was Hermione, his best friend. “Should we, er, get going? We’ve got a bit of a walk.”

Hermione nodded as she grabbed her purse and locked up. Ron held out his hand and she took it as they made their way down the sidewalk towards the restaurant. They were quiet for a while, until Hermione finally said, “Is it just me, or does this feel…”

“Weird?” Ron finished.

“Yes!” Hermione said through an exhale.

“Yeah...what’s wrong with us? We haven’t changed or anything,” Ron joked.

“I know,” Hermione said. He noticed her blush in the soft glow of the streetlight.

“What is it?”

“I don’t know, it’s just that- nevermind, it’s rubbish,” Hermione talked herself out of saying what she was thinking.

“No, tell me. Please?” Ron urged gently.

Hermione took a deep breath. “I guess I’m just worried I’m going to mess this up. I don’t want to do or say anything wrong,” she admitted.

“Me too,” Ron agreed. They walked another block or so, double checking street signs so they didn’t miss a turn.

“Do you think it’s like this for all couples who were friends first?” Hermione asked him.

“Er, yeah, could be. Never really thought about it, though.” Ron admitted.

“So, then, maybe we should just act like nothing’s really different. Let’s not put extra pressure on anything,” Hermione suggested.

Ron chuckled. “That works for me. I think this is it.” He pointed to a sign just up ahead.

They checked in at the hostess stand and were seated at a table on the edge of the main dining room. It felt more private than some of the other tables in the center of the room, and gave them a spectacular view of the ocean lit up by the moonlight.

As Ron began to look at the menu, he noticed the prices. It was expensive. They ordered their drinks from the server, and then they were alone again to look over the menu. 

“Er, Hermione,” Ron said, getting her attention. She peeked at him from over her menu. “I don’t know if I have enough to, er…”

He saw her eyebrows raise in understanding. “Don’t worry, Mum gave me her credit card. It’s taken care of.”

“But your parents have already done so much for us,” Ron protested. “And it’s our first, er second, date. I should pay..” That’s what a true gentleman did, wasn’t it?

“Please, it’s okay. They want to spoil us,” Hermione told him.

He sighed and gave in. It was either that or insist they leave, which could cause a scene and he didn’t want that either. “So then, what would you suggest for a meal?” he asked her, looking at the varieties of shellfish that he’d never had.

He ended up settling on a pasta dish that included a variety of seafood. Scallops, shrimp, and clams in a light wine and butter cream sauce. Hermione had chosen a salmon dish over risotto, and they’d split an appetizer of crab stuffed mushrooms. The meal was delicious, despite Hermione having to help guide him through eating so he wouldn’t accidentally consume any shells. 

They were browsing over the dessert menu as Hermione said, “Seafood always tastes better when it’s fresh, don’t you think?”

“I’m sure it does, not that I have much to compare it to. We’ll have to find a place when we’re back in England so I can see if there’s a difference.” 

His heart skipped a beat as he watched her face light up at his suggestion. “I’d like that.”

Their desserts came shortly after as they talked about what they wanted and needed to do when they got back to England. Ron had opted for a chocolate mousse cake, while Hermione chose creme brulee. She began picking at it about halfway through.

“Everything alright?” he asked her.

“Yes, of course! I’m just getting full, that’s all.” He could tell when she was lying because she didn’t make eye contact.

“Hermione…”

“I’m sorry about attacking you with the canaries sixth year,” she said through a grimace. “It was, um, brought to my attention that I never actually apologized about it.”

“That’s what was bothering you? It’s ancient history, Hermione, it’s fine.”

“See, you always say that, but it’s not. I can’t just physically hurt you when I’m angry at you. Like when I punched you after you came back to the hunt..”

“It’s...alright. I was a prat, too,” Ron tried to make her feel better.

“Yes, but you’ve never physically hurt me. I promise I won’t do that ever again. I’ll keep my emotions in check.” She met his eyes this time, indicating her sincerity.

“I’ll hold you to that,” Ron smiled. “Now, can we discuss something a bit more light hearted?” He suggested.

Hermione smiled gratefully as she took another bite of her dessert. “Did you want to go to the cinemas?” She checked her watch. “If we hurry, the one Mum suggested starts in twenty minutes just down the street.”

“I don’t know. As much as I’d like to experience it, I think I’d rather take a walk on the beach if you wanted to.”

“I like that idea so much better,” Hermione smiled. “Mum will forgive me for not following her plan completely, I’m sure. Besides, I’m sure some movie will be playing on the telly when we get back.”

“Brilliant!”

After they paid for their meal, they exited the restaurant and crossed the street to one of the many public entrances to the beach. They chose to walk along the water where the sand was a bit harder, and headed in the direction of their temporary flat. Hand in hand, they meandered along.

“The waves are so much calmer here than at Shell Cottage,” Ron remarked.

“That’s because the weather is much nicer. Every body of water can be rough and choppy or smooth with gentle waves,” Hermione explained.

He knew that, of course, but sometimes he loved to listen to her explain things. It had become a sort of comfort to him years ago. He just pretended it annoyed him to get under her skin. “Do you know how many times I hoped that we could experience something like this, but was convinced we’d be dead by the end?” he asked softly.

“I know. We nearly were...several times,” Hermione said.

“How’d we make it out? How’d we get so lucky. We shouldn't have..” Ron had to catch himself before he went into a spiral as he was reminded of who they’d lost. Fred, in particular.

“Don’t think like that,” Hermione said gently as she squeezed his hand. “We are still here, and you know he would want us to make the most of that.”

She somehow always knew what to say when it counted the most. Ron felt a rush of emotion flood over him. He loved her so much. His feet stopped right there, and he pulled Hermione back when she kept walking and was caught by her fully extended arm, their fingers still intertwined together. “You’re right. And I’m the luckiest bloke alive to have this chance with you.”

The setting was perfect. Sand beneath their feet, the moon and stars shining down on them, creating a soft glow of light, and the gentle crashing of waves close by. He pulled her close to him, bending down to kiss her. Ron felt her arms snake around his waist, while his own split duties. One hand cupped her face while the other snaked in her hair. 

He deepened the kiss and allowed himself to forget they were on the beach as he became lost in her. All he could feel was her, as he hesitantly grazed her bottom lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth further, granting him entry, as his tongue gently moved in and explored her mouth. She eagerly met his tongue with her own as Ron’s hands began to move down her body. 

He wanted more. Not that he wanted to rush things, but he was so overcome with want that it was hard to think straight. It took a car horn blaring from the streets to draw them back into reality. They reluctantly broke apart as he sought her eyes with his own.

“I think we should get back to the flat,” Hermione said breathily.

Ron simply nodded, not trusting his voice. They’d have plenty of time on the beach tomorrow.

[strangeradventuresofp]

choices (draco malfoy x slytherin!reader)

Draco had been watching you, more than normal, over the past few weeks. He had always kept an eye out for you, not because he liked you or anything, obviously. He just felt protective, especially as you began spending even more time with that Potter. Draco loathed him, and his blood boiled whenever he or Weasley even dared to look at you. You were a pure-blood and a Slytherin, just like Draco. They shouldn’t even be allowed to talk to you, you were too good for them. But despite sharing his views with you, you continued to speak to them, and spend more and more time with them; more than you were spending with Draco. And he didn’t like it.

It was quite late in the afternoon and you and Draco were sat in the library, researching something for one of your shared classes. Humming, you flicked through books as he sat beside you, head rested on his hand as usual. You glanced at him and chuckled, rolling your eyes playfully.

“You could actually help, you know, Draco?” He scoffed while turning his head the opposite way. Hermione, who was sat near you, used this opportunity to slip a note into your hand before putting her books away. The note read ‘18:00′. 

“What is that?” You turned to see Draco reaching for your hand. Quickly, you stepped back so you were out of his grasp.

“It’s nothing, just blank parchment.” He frowned as you showed him the opposite side. You smiled innocently.

“Why would you be carrying a random piece of parchment?” He lunged for your hand again, to which you grabbed his with your free hand.

“Draco, stop it. It was just in my pocket, and I felt it so I took it out.” A dissatisfied look crossed his face. “What? You don’t trust me?” Your question had earned a huff from the blond boy, crossing his arms and looking away once again.

You checked the clock and as it read five-thirty, you hastily put all of your books away. Walking through the castle, you heard Draco’s footsteps trudging behind, echoing around the empty halls. You hurried when you arrived at the dungeons, running up the stairs into your dorm so you could change. Draco scowled at your actions, before he walked into his dorm himself and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. 

After you had changed into a suitable sparring outfit; consisting of a dark green jumper, black jeans and boots, you waited until the last person in the common room had gone to bed, and proceeded to make your way to the room of requirement.

Draco had no intention of following you, after all, he knew exactly where you were going. It completely irked him that even after telling you how much it bothered him, you continued to go. He knew that at some point you were going to have to confess about your little club, either of your own free will to him, or to Umbridge. Draco knew she had been using Veritaserum on the children and he didn’t entirely agree with it, but he had been told it was for the good of the school, which he believed. The situation was going to end out one of two ways. Umbridge using the truth potion on you and the others knowing you ratted them out but not knowing why. Or someone else being a victim of the pink lady and you being in a lot of danger. He hated the way you were on opposite sides. You should be together, but you hadn’t been more divided in your lives.

~~~

You slipped back into the Slytherin Common Room after practice with Dumbledore’s Army, as quietly as you could. You couldn’t see much, as it had already turned midnight. You muttered a quiet ‘Lumos’ to find none other than your tall, blond friend stood in front of you.

“Merlin, Draco!” You whispered harshly, jumping at the sight of him. “What are you doing?”

“No, Y/N. What are you doing? Going out every night and trying to sneak back in. Did you really think no one would notice?”

“Keep your voice down.”

“What is going on with you? Whatever it is, it has to be serious. You wouldn’t keep something so big from me.”

“Actually, I would. You’re part of the Inquisitorial Squad now, Draco.” You stepped the side to move past him, but were surprised when he mirrored your movements.

“I am, and I could easily go to Umbridge and tell her you and your little friends are up to something.” In an attempt to get past him, you pushed his chest, grunting when he didn’t budge.

“I would die before I told her anything.”

“Y/N, you won’t have a choice!” He grabbed your wrists. “Neither will anyone else, she...”

“What? What is it?”

“I.. I can’t say.”

“Goddamn it, Draco! Where do your loyalties lie?” He snorted.

“Rich of you to say, don’t you think? Bouncing around with that Potter.” He seethed, only speaking his name. “It doesn’t take one to think too hard to see that you like him.”

“Are you joking? Draco, you are completely, positively dim-witted.” Draco chuckled to himself, immediately ignoring what you had said.

“Well, you’re spending an awful lot of time with him.”

“He teaches us! He teaches us defense spells, that is it!” You gasped, covering your mouth instantly. Your eyes became misty as you blinked.

“Hey, hey, Y/N. It’s okay.” his eyes were concerned as he looked into your sad ones. He pulled you into a comforting hug while you sniffled against his chest.

“Y-You.. You’re going to tell them, aren’t you?” Draco wiped your tears away with his thumbs as he looked at you. You were crying, but you had never been so beautiful to him. The vulnerability was something he didn’t see in you often, and he liked it. He liked you.

“I don’t have to.” You looked up at him in hope. “If...”

“I’ll do anything, Draco! Please, I’ll do anything so you don’t tell them.”

“Really?” He smirked slightly as you nodded. “Kiss me.”

You were hesitant, and nervous. You hadn’t kissed anyone before and didn’t want your first to be because of a deal. But, you liked Draco, and you always had. When you met him, you thought he was attractive, and he acted as if he knew it too. He was a cocky, pompous git, who you really had no time for. It wasn’t until you had found him crying, in a lonely area of the castle, that you decided to give him a chance. You saw everything. All of the pain, the anger, the sadness; it clouded his beautifully blue eyes, and turned them somber.

“Well?” He persisted, grinning over-confidently. You inhaled slowly.

“Fine. But I’m only doing this because I actually like you. Not because of this stupid deal.” Watching his arrogance quickly turn to anxiety, you grabbed his collar and pulled him to you, pressing your lips against his. Slowly, but surely, his hands made their way to your waist, pulling you in closer. You felt his body heat and smiled against his lips, pulling away gently, earning a pout from the boy.

“Did..” Clearing his throat, he continued. “Did you really mean that, Y/N?”

“Of course I did. Why would you ever doubt me?”

“I just thought.. You and Potter..”

“Draco. It’s never been Potter. It’s always been you.” The blushing boy smiled.

“I won’t tell Umbridge.”

“I bloody know you won’t!” Draco let out a quiet laugh. This was not how he had expected tonight to go, but he was glad it turned out like this. He had been denying his feelings or you for far too long, afraid that he might get rejected because he wasn’t good enough. Because he wasn’t the Chosen One.

“I think I love you, Y/N.”

“I think I might love you too, pretty boy.” Draco’s cheeks turned pink at the new nickname, but he smiled at you, leaning in once again. You pecked his lips and smiled back at him. “Now, come on, you. Time for bed”

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A/N : hi this is my first harry potter imagine and i think its pretty bad lol but i rly hope u guys like it and i hope u all have a wonderful day xo p

[dogfightz]

wonderful

pairing: ron weasley x oc

year: 4th

warnings: nothing really, just fluff. also i wrote this for myself thinking no one else would see it lmao.

also please note, this oc has a lot of character development, and one of the characters is another oc! for a little backstory, she’s oliver woods younger sister, she’s a ravenclaw and her parnets basically disowned her when they found out. she stayed with remus and dora and the burrow sometimes because her family knew them. but yeah, that’s a little backstory, now please enjoy :)!

(gif made by me!)

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scarlet woke up bright and early on saturday. you may be asking why but she had a small date with ron weasley today. god, everyone knew. harry, hermione, draco, eva, fred and george(they wouldn't stop talking about it in the common room).

scarlet placed her feet on the blue rug, stepping out of bed as luna looked at her. she was up early. luna smiled at scarlet as she turned the pages of one of the many herbology books around the girls dorm. scarlet smiled backand walked over to her dresser, trying to find an outfit. the girl fished out a blue and yellow flannel, a nude turtle neck, and some black jeans.

scarlet grabbed her clothes and headed to the bathroom. cho was just coming out, she rolled her eyes at scarlet. scarlet was very confused. it seems like cho had became friends with all the mean ravenclaw girls and even some of the mean slytherins, leaving scarlet and luna behind. they weren't very close but it still hurt scarlet.

scarlet ignored cho, and simply walked into the bathroom, throwing her clothes off and getting dressed. she already got a shower the night before to save time. once she was done, she walked back to her dorm with luna, and sent an owl to oliver, her brother.

"Dear Oli,

    How's life? I haven't sent in owl in a few days but I got your letter. Today, I am going to Hogmade with Ron. Just a day with my best friend. Have you heard from mom? Or dad? Let me know.

Snape was talking about how you were so good in potions, saying I should be better. I think it's because I'm friends with Harry. Also, I heard you got the spot on the team! Good for you, I'll be coming to your next game in January. For now, I'll keep sending the letters.

Until next time,

Scarlet R. Wood."

she finished the letter in no time, looking up at the clock. 9:30. ron said to come down for breakfast at 9:35 but she decided to go a bit early. she grabbed her scarf and she headed down to the Great Hall, smiling the whole way.

when she got there it was about 9:33, she was early but it was alright. she saw that ron, hermione, neville, and harry were all out of bed. odd. harry always slept late, maybe it was for training? scarlet didn't question it too much because she was now sitting right next to ron.

"hey, you're early." ron smiled, harry rolled his eyes. why was he was jealous? he liked cho. "of course i am, i'm always early." scarlet replied, taking some pancakes from the table. ron smiled. "i guess you're right.." he replied awkwardly. "well, i've gotta go to hagrids for tea..i'll see you guys later." harry spoke, fixing his glasses. everyone nodded as fred, george, and evanora malfoy came to the breakfast table.

"hey ron! do you remember the protection spell we gave ya?" fred asked, winking. "shove off, fred." ron replied, his face as red as his hair now. scarlet laughed softly. "ronald, you're not embarrassed, are you?" hermione asked, ron rolled his eyes at her. ron was embarrassed but scarlet found it cute. she smiled, and kissed his cheek lightly, making ron even more embarrassed.

-

ron and scarlet walked to the entrance of hogsmeade, scarlet anxiously grabbing his hand. ron smiled. "sorry..i'm just a bit nervous. i heard cho is going to be here....she hates my guts." scarlet chuckled softly. ron nodded softly. "she's a bloody bitch." ron mumbled softly as scarlet began walking towards the candy shop.

as the pair arrived, they spotted luna and neville. the pair was buying some chocolate frogs. scarlet smiled at the pair as ron ran to acid pops. he loved those things, and scarlet had no clue why. "hey ron, why do you like those so much?" scarlet asked coming up behind the boy. he jumped slightly. "you scared me!" he laughed but then shrugged. "but i'm not sure, scarlet. why do you ask?" "i don't know, just curious. ooh! jelly slugs!" scarlet smiled, walking over to the slugs. ron laughed. "you're so odd." he smiled, picking up two packs of the slugs. ron also had about four acid pops.

the pair made their way over to chocolate frogs, ron smiling like a fool. he loved chocolate, and so did scarlet. "how many do you want?" ron asked. "four is fine, i can pay for them. oliver sent me about 50 gallons." ron's eyes went wide. "50? merlin!" ron laughed, hanging her four of the frogs.

-

they paid for their things and decided to go get some food and butter beer with harry and hermione who ended up coming later on.

ron and scarlet walked into one of the restaurant that actually allowed younger people in it. harry and hermione were already there. ron waved at them, walking over to the pair.

harry forced a smile onto his face as he noticed the pair holding hands and hermione sighed. "you've gotta move on, harry. i heard ginny likes you." hermione spoke. harry rolled his eyes. "i like cho." harry replied quickly. hermione looked at him with that look. "fine, i still like her. but not as much as i use to. it just hurts to see he-" harry stopped when he saw the pair inches away from the table. they hadn't heard anything, which was a good thing.

"hey guys." scarlet smiled, looking over at ron briefly. "hey, how was your day so far?" hermione smiled wiggling her eyebrows. scarlet laughed. "oh hush. we've only been here for 35 minutes. we've only went to the candy shop. we're gonna go to the bookstore after this." scarlet replied to the comment.

ron was quiet, which wasn't normal for him. scarlet picked up on it, quickly, too. but the waiter came quicker than normal, so she hadn't gotten the chance  to ask what was up with him until after.

"hey, what's wrong?" scarlet whispered to the boy while hermione and harry were distracted. "nothing, i just feel bad about the whole harry situation. i shouldn't be such a git about everything." ron admitted. scarlet nodded. "hey, love, don't feel bad about it-" scarlet stopped, she had realized she had called the boy love. ron turned bright red, but scarlet continued her statement.

"we all make mistakes, as cliché as it sounds, we really do. now, cheer up. please." scarlet smiled as she directed her attention back hermione who was telling us about fred asking her to the ball.

-

it was now 8:45pm, and all the kids were making their way back to the castle. ron and scarlet walked hand and hand laughing. "oh my god, once! once-let me tell you about this-" scarlet said in between wheezes, "my dad always wanted oliver to fly like flawlessly- so he'd take him outside to practice, and one day oliver fell off his broom and the broom hit my dad in the head so hard-" the pair laughed as harry looked on with jealousy.

"harry, you really need to realize scarlet doesn't feel like same. she obviously likes--no loves—ron." hermione mumbled. "i know, i know hermione. i think i'm gonna ask cho to the ball." he smiled. hermione smiled too. the pair didn't know that cho was with cedric.

"one time fred shit his pants." ron wheezed. scarlet spat one of her gummi slugs out at the comment. "when he was 10." ron continued. "no fucking way!" scarlet laughed harder, hanging ron a gummi slug.

-

ron, scarlet, harry, and hermione all plowed into the common room, everyone laughing. it was a great day. "hey guys, i had fun but i've really gotta get back to my dorm." ron frowned. "uhm..why don't you just stay here? you can sleep on my bed or something." ron spoke awkwardly. "okay—okay fine, but i've gotta write to my brother in the morning." scarlet agreed.

ron lead scarlet to the dorm. everyone had separate dorms with one other person. sometimes, they didn't even have another person. scarlet smiled at the smell of the room. pine, mint, and flowers. it was wonderful. she had been in his dorm before but it didn't smell this good. maybe she was just distracted.

"do you wanna go to bed now?" ron asked, a smile on his face. "sure." scarlet spoke, returning the smile. "can i borrow some clothes from you?" she added. ron blushed before mumbling an "of course."

he handed the girl some red pj pants and grey shirt. she nodded and went into the bathroom connected into the dorm. she slipped her other clothes off, taking her rings and necklace off, sticking them in the pocket of her jacket. she slipped the pants on before putting the shirt on and returning to ron.

when she came back ron was laying on his bed, smiling and looking up at the ceiling. scarlet smiled at the boy again, walking over to the small bed and laying down on her, her head laying on the boys chest. ron blushed softly, as he awkwardly wrapped his free arm around her figure.

"thank you." scarlet mumbled softly, closing her tired eyes. "for what?" ron inquired. "today, silly." she chuckled. "you're welcome. but thank you even more. i had such a fun time.." he smiled, tempted to kiss the top of her head. but he was too nervous.

"scar, do you wanna go to the ball with me?" ron asked, confidently. "y-yes! of course!" she smiled, flipping her body so she was facing the boy. he smiled and cupped the girls cheeks gently, kissing her. scarlet smiled, wrapping her legs around the boy's waist. ron's face heated up as he realized what she was doing.

he had no problem with it, it wasn't a bad thing at all. it was just terrifying, for both of them. but even while thinking this, they kept kissing each other, sloppily, though. scarlet pulled away, placing her forehead up to the boys.

"you're wonderful, ron weasley."

[marvelslut16]

A happy little family

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Synopsis: Princess (Y/N) of Asgard goes to midgard to try and get Loki to stop his attack on New York. While the battle is inevitable, you have a reason that makes you determined to get him back home. You just want to keep your happy little family together.

Word count: 1085

Warnings: only that it’s my first imagine, you’ve been warned.

“Thor!” you bellowed, landing inside the airborne aircraft carrier.

“Lady (Y/N), to what do I owe this pleasure?” his large body fidgets.

“Where is he?” you say deathly low and even.  

Before you can continue your rant, the conference room door flies open and five new people walk in. At the back of the group is a curly haired redhead in a tight black cat suit, who seems to be fuming.

“Well hello there,” a dark haired man with a beard and mustache smiles at you. You grimace and turn your angry gaze back on the blonde haired god.

“What does mewling quim even mean?” the redhead asks herself. That phrase- Loki was here!

“It translates to whining cunt,” you shrug. The rest of the groups eyes snap to you, and suddenly you feel self conscious in your black leggings and green long sleeved shirt.

“Who the hell are you?” a black man wearing an eye-patch enters the room. “And how did you get on my ship?”

“I’m Princess (Y/N) of Asgard. Heimdall opened the bifrost for me,” you shrug again.

“A friend of yours?” the man with the eye-patch asks Thor.

“Something like that,” he looks at you nervously.

The same bearded man that addressed you earlier steps directly in front of you. “How long have you known our dear Thor here?” he clamps a hand on Thor’s shoulder.

“About eight hundred years, give or take a few,” you answer matter-of-factly.

“Are you married to Thor?” a blonde in a bright red in blue outfit asks curiously.

“Oh Odin no! I prefer brain to brawn!” you exclaim.

“(Y/N), go home,” Thor ‘whispers,’ which is a normal person's volume.

“Not without the two of you,” you say harshly.

“Two?” the eye patched man asks. “We can’t let you take the prisoner.”

“You can and you will,” you snap.

“Breathe sweetheart,” the overbearing man with facial hair says to you.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” a soft glow of light circles you. You concentrate on slowing your breathing until it’s normal, and the glow dissipates. “At least let me talk to him,” you plead.

“Why would we do that?” the redhead crosses her arms over her chest.

“Because if he’s going to listen to anyone, it’s my dear sister here,” Thor admits loudly.

After some arguing, and a little use of your powers of manipulation, you’re being lead to where your husband is being held.

“Who have they brought to mess with me this time?” Loki asks, facing the opposite side of the glass case.

“Me,” you say quietly, knowing he heard you.

“(Y/N)?” he swivels around to face you. “You can’t really be here.”

“I am,” you admit softly. “I’m real Loki, this is no trick.”

“Prove it,” his jaw is locked and his moth is in a tight line. You make the golden glow circle around you, before letting it fall into nothingness. “It really is you,” he murmurs.

“It really is,” you smile softly. “You need to stop whatever game you're playing. Come home with me.”

“It’s too late my queen,” he says so low you know that no one listening in would be able to hear what he said.

“What does that mean?” your voice cracks a little.

“Go back to Asgard where it’s safe,” he looks to the ground.

“Not without you,” you put your hand up to the glass. He smiles sadly before putting his hand up to meet yours.

“I’m doing this to protect you my love,” he admits softly.

“Come protect me back home!” you’re getting desperate now. He’s never gone against your wishes before.

“I can’t” his eyes soften and you can see the pain that he’s been hiding.

“Can’t or won’t” you frown.

“Can’t. If it were up to me I’d be back in that gold and green bed with you,” he admits.

“What-” your cut off by an explosion rocking the ship.

“Go!” he pleads. “Please be safe.”

You, being the stubborn woman that you are, go against his wishes. You fight in the battle to save midgard, a place you haven’t been to in over a hundred years. There was a time when Loki was romantic and would whisk you away to different planets to go on vacation. But that all changed recently, he’s been distant and oddly cold to those around him.

When the battle is finally over, you follow the group that calls themselves the avengers, up to where Loki is. You cringe as he gets handcuffed, as rude as Loki is, he isn’t a criminal.

“(Y/N),” his eyes and voice soften when he sees you at the back of the group. “It’s all over now,” he promises.

“Yeah, and your going to jail,” the annoying man, you learned is named Tony Stark, answers.

“He’s coming home with me,” you and Thor say in unison.

“We’ll punish him on Asgard,” Thor promises.

“Not gonna happen point break,” Tony glares.

“He needs to come home with us, he isn’t a criminal” you say monotone. All eyes scrutinize you further. You can’t wait to get away from all of these annoying people and go back home to Asgard.

“You just fought him and now you side completely with him? What wrong with you, Hermione Granger?” he asks. You shoot Thor a confused look at the name, and he just shrugs.

“I’m just trying to keep my family in tact,” you shrug as if it’s nothing. “Afterall, my child needs their father.”

“Child?” Loki whispers, his gaze flicking down to your slightly swollen stomach. “We’re having a baby?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “We’re having a little Lokison.” Loki stands up and presses his cuffed hands to your belly. Thor claps your shoulder as tears of joy prick his eyes.

“Wait,” Tony breaks the moment. “I thought you were siblings.”

“No,” you tilt your head slightly confused.

“You said your the princess,” Tony’s face twisted in confusion.

“Because she’s my wife,” Loki says annoyed.

“But how?” Tony asks. “She’s too pretty and nice for you.”

“Odin says the same,” you mutter quietly. Loki ignores the group and grips the hem of your shirt to pull you closer.

“My queen,” he whispers. “And my prince or princess.” He pulls you in for a loving kiss that eventually gets broken up by Thor. You may not know the bumps that were coming down the road for you, but you had reunited your little family. You were once again with the love of your life

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Hypmic at Hogwarts

Thank you to the lovely anon that requested this!  

So, for this I decided to ignore their actual ages and just assume they’re all students with the exception of Jakurai, Hifumi, Doppo, Jyuto and Riou because they give out the professor vibe

Ichiro

Gryffindor pride all the way

Is not part of the golden trio (Harry, Ron and Hermionie), but is pretty close to Harry because of Quidditch

Is co-captain of the Quiddich team

Very much involves himself in fights against the Dark Lord

Very much involves himself in fights with Samatoki

Usually calls Harry out for his stupidity

Studies with Hermionie and doesn’t do half bad in his classes

Half-blood King, because Ichiro is king

However, only gets half-blood taunts from Malfoy, not from Samatoki

Hates bullies and stands up to Malfoy and calls him out sometimes

But he also tries to understand the boy

Calls out Harry when he’s being too hard on Malfoy and blatantly exposing that he’s obsessed with Malfoy and might have a small crush (sorry not sorry I’m a Drarry shipper)

Chaser on the Gryffindor team!

Jiro

Gryffindor also

Loves hanging around the Weasley twins and targets their siblings together

Helps run their joke shop

Sells the Weasley products like they’re drugs

Ron Weasley level of I don’t give a fuck about studies

Teachers: Jiro Yamada? I hate him

“MR. YAMADA PLEASE PUT THAT SPRAY CAN DOWN THIS MINUTE”

Vandalizes nicely enough so that it becomes decoration

Is on the Quidditch team as a beater

Forbidden forest? Third floor corridor? Filtch’s office? He’s been everywhere

Hogsmeade with no letter? Sure!

Ladies love him, though he’s kind of shy about it

Is the type to sleep in class

Skips divination on purpose

Hermione puts up with him only because she puts up with Ron and loves Fred and George

Saburo

Ravenclaw because he leaves the stupidity bravery to his brothers

Pretty close to Hermione even if they’re years apart

Adores Jakurai as the head of house and professor

Is bullied by Slytherins, but Ichiro and Jiro both deal with it

Samatoki also deals with it before it can happen because if anything, he understands sibling love

Teacher’s pet, and all the teachers love him

Gets along with the ghosts also

Top of his year, one of the most brilliant students

Insecure about the fact that his brothers are gryffindor and he’s a ravenclaw, but his brothers are so proud of him

Tutors students and they appreciate it

Gives the cutest valentines

Favorite subject is charms

McGonagall loves him

Samatoki

Slytherin (slytherin my bed please)

Same year as Ichiro and the Golden Trio

Isn’t that much of a delinquent, more of those really badass slytherins

Has a gang, but not like Malfoy’s. His gang is made up of different people in different houses

Not afraid to be bad, but protects those who can’t help themselves (only looks bad to Ichiro, even if like... he isn’t actually evil)

Try as Harry might, he can’t find a reason to find Samatoki evil (onlybthing he can get at us the tattoo and red eyes and white hair)

Never follows the dress code

Smokes, but doesn’t share his cigarettes/pipes a lot

Nemu is a hufflepuff, so really he protects her with his life

Any boy that goes on a date with her is dead

One of the only slytherins to not join up Malfoy with the Dark Lord

Legit a Slytherin because of the want for power character, not because of deceit

The exception to the rule that no slytherin comes out bad

Doesn’t give a flying fuck about the rules

Chaser on the Quidditch team

Calls out Malfoy for his shit and is unafraid to take a stand

Incredible at defense against the dark arts

Joins DA, along with his gang, if there’s one thing he and Ichiro agree with is that Voldemort is evil

Jyuto

Slytherin (please. my bed.)

Kinkiest fucker on the planet

Charms for the bed, has love potions

Knows how to manipulate

Good at blackmailing people

Is in Samatoki’s gang even if he is a teacher

Potions professor, even if he is one of the younger professors, like he impressed Snape of all people and was his star pupil

Has a job open for Magical Law Enforcement, but he’ll join up when the fight against Voldemort is over

He has an internship though in the ministry, that’s why he’s part time in Hogwarts

The more preferable potions teacher

Why does he have so many potions involving rabbits

Would spy for Dumbledore’s army

Good at Occulumency

Students actually have a crush on him and other teachers are either jealous or roll their eyes

When he goes to Hogsmeade, he goes to three broomsticks and drinks fire whisky instead of butterbeer

Cheers for Samatoki on the Quidditch team

Riou

Quidditch coach along with Madam Hooch

Care for Magical Creatures with Hagrid

From the Gryffindor house

Survival cooking that only Hagrid appreciates

House elves basically HATE HIM because the one time they let him cook, he served roadkill (to be fair it tasted good, but the house elves could not condone serving that to Dumbledore)

Helps out in the fight against Voldemort

Knows the ins and outs of the forbidden forest

Actually stays in the forbidden forest

Is friends with Firenze and the other centaurs respect him

He is one with the earth and knows a lot about Astronomy

The one time students caught him shirtless, they have a picture of him chopping wood in front of Hagrid’s cabin

This picture has circulated a lot

Jyuto has a copy of said photo

Riou never finds out about the photo

Used to be the scariest goalkeeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team

Drinks with Hagrid

Not just alcohol

But tea, like he makes the tea Hagrid likes

Loves Fang (Hagrid’s dog) and takes care of Cerberus, was very attached to Norbert the dragon and Buckbeak

Rides hippogriffs when he can

Can actually call on the unicorns, and was ready to kill Quirrell when found out that he was the one killing the unicorns

Also friends with Madam Sprout and surprisingly, Neville Longbottom because they all love plants

Ramuda

BIGGEST SLYTHERIN EVER

During the sorting ceremony, everyone expected him to be in Hufflepuff but before the hat even touched his head, he was placed in Slytherin

Annoys the hell out of everyone in every other house, makes the other slytherins look tame (even Samatoki)

Actually sides with Malfoy

Yep has the dark mark before everyone else

Can unwittingly recruit people to join the Dark Lord

Deceives everyone with his cutesy attitude

Professors are very sketched out by him

Jakurai hates him the most because he is so noisy during transfiguration

You can definitely find him in Honeydukes

Actually adds more sugar to butterbeer

Eats all of the trectacle tart on the train

And the pumpkin pies

The chocolate frogs

Enjoys all of Bertie Botts every flavour beans

Malfoy loves using Ramuda, but Ramuda is just using him for money and closer connections to the dark lord

Good at hexes

Has blackmail on everyone

Dice

That one Gryffindor who begs for money

Pawns off muggle goods for money

Schedules gambling dates with Hagrid

Hagrid always wins, but then sometimes loses on purpose so that Dice wouldn’t be broke all the time

Is dating that lying Slytherin boy that never tells the truth, but always has the best wizarding fashion sense

Can’t afford anything so the Slytherin boy pays for all his stuff

Wears the same ratty robe all the time

Wears new robes on occasion thanks to that Slytherin boy

Plays music all the time

Doesn’t care really about the subjects in school

Though he kind of likes care of magical creatures

The train lady really gives him food because he’s wasting away

The house elves love him because he eats so much and more importantly, keeps Riou away from the kitchens

Literally has one coin in gringotts

On the quidditch team, but has the worst broom ever

Gentaro

Slytherin (why are there so many slytherins)

Is that Slytherin boy

The only person besides saburo and Hermione granger that enjoys History of Magic with professor binns

Can do a really good professor binns impression

Can do a really good umbridge impression

Lies so well

Sometimes covers for Harry

Really helps out dice covertly

Is literally dice’s guardian devil

Loves teasing Dice but if anyone else does, they’re so dead

Writes for fun and has the longest essays ever

Though most of those essays are with made up knowledge that he just infers

For some odd reason is good at divination

Has the best outfits whenever there is a dance

Actually helps dice pawn off the muggle goods

Loves astronomy so much

Waxes poetic about astronomy

Astronomy

Jakurai

Ravenclaw house head with Flitwick

The height difference is quite comical

Literally best friends with Minerva McGonagall

Has the patience of a god

Gets along with the ghosts except the bloody baron

Peeves is afraid of Jakurai for good reasons

Loves Hermione and sometimes gives her hair care tips

Malfoy somehow gets a hold of these tips

Snape also gets a hold of these tips and one day his hair just stops being greasy

No one calls name a greasy slime ball anymore because his hair just levelled up

Helps out Madam Pomfrey in the infirmary

Has that calming presence that would make anyone want to drink skele-gro

Very kind and compassionate

Hates the hell out of Ramuda every time he fucks up a spell in transfiguration on purpose

The other Transfigurations teacher

The hotter transfiguration teacher

The hot teacher who isn’t Jyuto or Hifumi or Riou

The hot teacher that fucking sings in his spare time

If you catch him on the dance floor, he’s graceful as fuck

Dumbledore might have a crush on him (can you blame him honestly)

Hates the dark lord

Parts the crowd like moses parts the Red Sea

Holds consultations and private tutoring sessions for students

More defensive when it comes to dueling

However can be aggressive

Master of the spells without speech

Has the best hair

Doppo

Hufflepuff (bc he’s so precious but a bit overworked)

The stressed teacher

Herbology because it’s not that stressful, but it still manages to be stressful

Is the one that gets crowded on by the students

Loves herbology with professor sprout

Sometimes a nervous wreak around students

I take it back always a nervous wreak

Is dating that really hot blonde teacher

No wait they’re married

Sits beside him on the house table

Dumbledore and Doppo sometimes talk gay- well no Dumbledore talks to Doppo about his insecurities but gay too yes

Usually can be seen in the faculty dying

Apologises a lot to students

Students actually love him and will defend anyone who calls him a useless klutz

Got actually gifts from students and some supportive love letters

Teachers remember him fondly because he does well and he really is just very insecure

He works so hard

Teachers even offer to take workload off of him, even if he takes more workload (this man has substituted for almost all the classes in Hogwarts)

Cares about the fight against Voldemort and helps when he can

Gets along with Neville Longbottom

Is a big supporter of Neville Longbottom

Really helps neville with herbology

Hifumi

Hufflepuff (bc if anything he’s Cedric Diggory level heartthrob)

Also kind of a Gilderoy Lockhart (with the looks) with more substance

Usually has a trail of students behind him

Although if he’s not in his robes, he is deathly afraid of the other female professors

So all the male professors make fun of him, but then Jakurai steps in and with a few words they back off

Gets along though with Madam Sprout though because plants are fun

Also has an amazing fashion sense

Can be found wherever there is a stressed redhead with blue highlights

Teaches divination and helps with the frog choir and Muggle Music

Has to wear his suit or at least cast a charm on himself to help with his gynophobia

Loves his stressed husband to death

Takes his stressed husband on dates around the castle

If you saw them in the Yule Ball, they were so cute on the dance floor that Dumbledore was fangirling

The Gilderoy Lockheart everyone loves

Treats his students out and really cares about his students

Does not neglect anyone

Though if you ask for consultation, you really have to schedule it, especially if you’re a girl because really he’s gonna run if you knock at his door

Gets fanmail

Loves conjuring roses

[primsgirl89]

More Than Blood 2: Returning once again

So, I will not be allowing Danny and Danielle to keep their memories. There are too many stories where Danny, Danielle, or both remember their time in Amity; it feels a bit overused. BUT! I will allow them to stay Pariah's Bane.

Danielle is portrayed by Emily Rudd.

Danny is portrayed by Cole Sprouse.

The rest of the cast as themselves.

Danielle sat on the porch of the Weasley's home; fear flooded inside of her chest as she stared off into space. Despite it being her favorite time of day, Danielle couldn't focus on anything other than the fear that rippled in her heart. She never felt this much fear- other than when Voldemort was involved- without there being a reason.

Both she and Danny remembered the night when Harry's parents' were murdered by Voldemort. It always sent chills running up and down her spine for hours; the only other time she remembered something close to the feeling was when she was paralyzed by a snake. She only remembered looking into the water she was bathing in; when the next thing she knew she was staring into the slitted eyes of the snake. Danny had been beside her when she had woken up; he had been the one to find her- which she was glad about- and bring her to the medical wing.

Footsteps sounded behind her; she knew those clunky sounding steps. Ron sat beside her- his firey red hair glimmered like a ruby in the early morning light. His freckled cheeks were pinkening from the slight chill in the air. Ron hardly woke up when Danielle would wake, but there were times when they would be the only ones awake. Seems that this was one of those times- he was probably excited since he would be seeing Harry soon.

"Couldn't sleep," Danielle asked her friend. Ron turned to glance at her with his stormy blue eyes dulled to a more grey tone.

"Hardly," Ron snapped. "How do you wake up like this and come out here, every bloody day? It's a nightmare."

Ron is a moody boy, but Danielle didn't mind much. She just giggled at her firey haired friend. Her inky black hair shimmered like an onyx stone in the early morning light. "I supposed you would rather go back inside then?"

She was the closest to Ron out of all the Weasley's, he seemed so comfortable in his own skin, despite always being compared to his siblings all the time. She liked his attitude to most things; she just didn't care much for his quickness to judge others.

Her head rested against his shoulder as she waited for his answer. Ron was protective of her, but she had proven to be just as protective as he- especially towards their family. Hermione though, Danielle had to help her from the purebloods who called her mudblood. She saved her so much, that she became known as Hermione's keeper.

She liked Hermione, but she also disliked her as well- she had her emphasis on logic made her skeptical about accepting anything without proof. It annoyed Danielle so much. Hermione's logic- as most people do- has limits, putting her beliefs before all else at the same time in a way that makes her ignore reality when it contradicts what she believes, no matter how strong or overwhelming the evidence was.

"Could we make breakfast?" Sighing, Danielle gave a small smile. Ron had startled her when he spoke up- she hadn't realized she began to get lost in thought.

When Ron had learned she could cook better than his mother he had wanted her to teach him. It was amusing at first, but Danielle soon learned that Ron wasn't as amused; he took his duty very seriously. If he messed up the red-head would curse up a storm.

"I'd rather ask Misses Weasley if I could floo to Harry with Danny."

Misses Weasley was like a mother to her and Danny- even with Harry- but sometimes it felt a bit unnatural for her to have anyone, other than Danny, to worry about her wellbeing. It isn't that she didn't like it, it was just she found it hard to understand how to respond to such affection.

Misses Weasley trusted her the most, out of the other five teens in the house, and allowed her to use the floo-network. She doesn't use it much, but she wanted to see if Harry was okay. Harry had asked his friends to hide the fact that they were wizards and witches if they ever went to visit him. Everyone, other than herself and Danny, had been found out about their status, so if anyone ever had to get Harry without suspicion; they asked either Danny or Danielle. Mostly Danielle though, which she found a bit odd since Danny was a much more cunning person than she was.

Then again, it could also be because Petunia seemed to want to pair her up with her son- Dudley. She hated to see the boy; he was nothing but selfish, greedy, and very rude. Honestly, she was tempted to just tell the family that she was a witch so it would just stop.

"Want to see your boyfriend," Ron teased lightly.

"You could say that," Danielle responded not paying much attention to what Ron had said. Nor had she seen his surprised look on the redhead's face. "I'm worried about Harry."

Gingerly, Danielle placed her fingers to her freezing-cold scar on her forehead. It hurt terribly, but she knew she felt worse pain in her lifetime- she just can't remember when. She had woken up earlier this morning than she would have normally, she was an early riser- usually waking up just before the first light of the day, but today, however, she had woken up at four in the morning.

She blamed the nightmare she had; not that she remembers what it was about. Danielle had felt the terror that came from her bond with her brother; he was having the same dream too. Danielle had remembered that she had woken Danny up, only to be blasted with his cryokinesis power to her midsection before he had fallen back to sleep. Danny usually slept until ten in the morning, so she let him be.

She wondered if Harry had the same dream as she and Danny. Since he also had a scar on his forehead, she figured the dreams could be connected to the scars.

"You alright, Elle?"

Snapping her eyes towards her friend, Danielle looked gobsmacked for a moment before she realized he was worried because he had seen her touch her scar tenderly. "Oh," she gasped, "I'm, uh, I'm fine."

She had to stop getting lost in thought.

She knew Ron wanted to push more into the matter, but he should know how she would react to his pushing. Ron sighed, grabbing her arm in a gentle hold, "at least eat something before asking. Harry should be awake in another hour or so."

"You are such a mother-hen," Danielle teased.

Rolling his eyes, Danielle was placed in his seat- grabbing yogurt from the fridge placing it down before her. Keylime, her personal favorite. Even she knew not many seemed to like it because of the tart taste, but she usually ate it with strawberries. She didn't even have to ask for the strawberries because Ron had placed a plate heaped with strawberries. Danielle grabbed a chocolate frog, using her pyrokinesis to heat up the frog enough so they could dip the rest of the strawberries into it later.

"Thank you, Ron," Danielle smiled. "I have told you I love you, right?"

"You only ever say you love Danny and me," Ron laughed lightly. They were trying to not wake anyone in the house. His hand reached over to take a strawberry to dunk in her yogurt. "Some times I hate that you got me to like this." With a cheeky grin, she and Ron finished their breakfast.

While she allowed herself to eat, she wanted to fly for a while before the other's in the house woke, but she was grounded from flying because she had gotten mad at the twins and levitated the two high in the night sky as a punishment. Shifting into her ghost-half- she and Danny had the power to turn into ghosts that aren't like the ones in Hogwarts- Danielle sighed in relief when she felt her body become lighter and warmer.

Her grey hoodie and blue jeans were replaced with a black and white outfit. Her hoodie changed from gray to black traveling diagonally down her left side and white on her right. The pants stayed baggy, but it changed in the same way as her hoodie- the white went down on the side of her legs. In the middle of her hoodie was a logo that had a D with ghost trails and the negative space inside it forming a P.

It was relaxing in her ghost half- as if all of her worries would just disappear from the world. Not this time, though, she had her thoughts on something for a while and she was beginning to feel funny about it.

"Ron?"

"Yeah."

Danielle fidgetted as her big blue eyes glanced at his hand, "do you like someone?"

Ron went still, she could feel his stormy blue eyes watching her intensely. A few moments passed before he sighed, "can't say I don't. Why do you ask?"

Danielle felt her stomach flop; she hadn't wanted to think much of what she felt. "Um..."

"Is it Harry?"

Eyes wide, Danielle fought back a gag. Harry looked a lot like her and Danny- she couldn't bother to think of a relationship with someone who looked like her or her brother.

"No way," Danielle snapped. "He looks like me and Danny."

Ron let loose a loud laugh, his hands slapping his knees. "I'm sure you're the only girl not crushing on him!"

Danielle felt her cheeks heat up; her eyes were watching the redhead next to her. "Forget it."

Danielle ignored her friend as she went to her shared room with Ginney- the youngest Weasley in the house- and began to get dressed for the day. She had made plans to go to Diagon Alley to buy herself a pet for the first time- she had gotten permission from Misses Weasley to do so. She often wondered what type of animal she would more than likely get.

Danielle knew from when she went into a pet store for the very first time, she knew that she wanted a cat. Danny wouldn't admit it, but he would like a cat as a pet as well. As the day wore on, Danielle cleaned things around the house- making Misses Weasley very pleased in the process. When ten o'clock hit, Danny had finally woken up.

Danny had a bad habit of skipping breakfast; saying it just bothers his stomach and he would eat when lunch came around. Danielle just found it endearing to see Danny argue with Misses Weasley over something so mundane. In the end, Danny ended up grabbing a bowl of chopped fruits and another smaller bowl of strawberry cream cheese. It didn't take Danny too long to get dressed- even if the clothes were dark in color. He wore a dark blue shirt under a dark grey jean jacket paired with black pants and shoes.

Danny had walked up to Danielle with a small smile on his lips. "Can you style my hair, again?"

Danielle sighed with a small smile of her own- Danny and the other boys would always ask for her to cut their hair. They usually hated when Misses Weasley would cut their hair, it ended up very uneven or it would be turned into a buzzcut.

"Sit down," Danielle said. "If anyone else who wants a haircut better be outside tonight."

The younger Weasley's all gave a happy cheer, happy to be able to have a haircut before the new school year. Danny followed Danielle outside- with a stool in his hold. With everything ready for the younger twin ready to cut her twin's hair, she began to take off the hair on her brother's head. Danny liked his hair short in the back and long in the front- just not dangling in his eyes long; a few strands he could handle. When they finished, Danielle had to get out of her now hairy clothes- she'll wear them again when she is doing the other's hair. With a goodbye to the Weasley's, Danny and Danielle went on their way to Diagon Alley's Magical Menagerie. The trip was silent- both wrapped in their own thoughts.

It wasn't long before they were entering the pet store; various animal noises reached Danielle's ears making the girl smile. They entered the store; money in her purse they began their search for their very own pets. Ironically, Danny followed Danielle into the cat section.

There were a variety of cats. Black, ginger, siamese, and tabby cats were just a few that were in the store. In the back were the kittens, some that had Danielle's heart begin melting from the sheer cute from the aminals. Many allowed her to pet them through the cage, many bit her, but there was one that caught her eye.

It was a tiny black cat with her right ear, paws, and the tip of her tail being white. Her eyes are a bright blue with a stormy blue mixed in. The poor kitten was kept away from the other kittens.

"Excuse me," Danielle said to the woman who was showing her all the cats. "I would like this one."

Danielle was in front of the lonely kitten. The store owner rolled her eyes, "that one had been nothin' but trouble."

Danielle grabbed her wand, said an intangibility spell on her other hand before going through the cage to pick up the small kitten. The kitten was too light, her ribs were easily visible under her fur and Danielle knew the kitten was dehydrated.

"How much?"

"Take it."

Frowning, Danielle took the shivering kitten and placed the cat into her shirt- letting her rest in her sports bra- which conveniently looked like an undershirt with her light blue v-neck. The young raven-haired teen waited for her brother to pick out his pet; she was surprised to see he had gotten a small gray tabby cat with yellow eyes.

Danny had gotten the food as she paid for everything. She was angry at the shop owner to know that they treated a small helpless kitten as they did. Danielle was quick to give the small cat some food and water when they returned home. She started Bella, the cat, off on wet food after getting her to drink some water.

Bella ended up resting in her sports bra, having a fit whenever someone would try to remove her from Danielle. Danielle knew that Bella only wanted to stay with her since her body heat was higher than a normal person's.

"Misses Weasley?"

"I'm never going to get you to call me anything else, am I?"

Misses Weasley was helping her with the lunch dishes, "sorry..."

"What is it, Dear?"

Danielle bit her lip- her eyes grazing towards Ron, who was laughing with Danny with Winter playing with Ron's wand. She wondered if she was being crazy for having these feelings for her friend, one whom she had lived with for most of her life.

Misses Weasley must have followed her line of sight, as she then placed a warm dry hand on her now bare shoulder. "Relationships are a fickle thing. One moment you're the best of friends with someone and the next you are in love with them. What you do about it is what matters."

"I don't understand..."

"You will one day."

Sighing, Danielle handed the last dish to Misses Weasley, "if you say so."

Danielle left towards the couch in the living room, allowing her body to relax to the soft purring that Bella was letting loose. The sounds from everyone in the house mingled together to create a soothing symphony where everything just felt right in the world. Bella would hop up and down every once in a while to drink or eat, but Danielle was becoming so tired that she had fallen asleep.

When she woke once more she had seen that everyone had left the house, nothing on the table- even though it was ten after five- so Danielle began to make some dinner for everyone. She made sure there was enough for everyone to have more if they wanted it. She prepared fried potatoes, eggs, and pancakes- she made her famous gravy for their meal. While Bella was now following her around the kitchen, Danielle felt alone for the first time in a while.

One by one, the Weasley's began to patter back inside the house. Fred and George giggling about something they had done- with Danny high-fiving the two, then came Ron- who went straight to her to watch her over her shoulder.

"Can I help," he whispered in her ear. Danielle would never admit it, but his breath against her ear had her shivering in a pleasant way.

"The eggs," she stuttered. A moment later Harry stumbled into the kitchen's fireplace with a slightly nauseated look to his face. Danielle noticed that he was in terrible need of a haircut as well.

Danny, who was the third one to come back, brought Harry into his room so he could change into more fitted clothes for the boy. Everyone slowly began to enter the home with a hungry look in their eyes.

"That wasn't funny Fred," Mister Weasley shouted. "What on earth did you give that Muggle boy?"

"I didn't give him anything," said Fred, with another evil grin. "I just dropped it. It was his fault he went and ate it, I never told him to."

"You dropped it on purpose," roared Mr. Weasley. "You knew he'd eat it, you knew he was on a diet -"

"How big did his tongue get," George asked eagerly.

Danielle leaned near Ron so he could explain, "Ton-Tongue Toffee."

"Makes sense now," Danielle whispered back. Her head turned slightly- not knowing just how close their heads were- her lips accidentally brushes against Ron's cheek. Quickly, so as not to pay more attention to Ron, Danielle began to reach for the plates. Hermione had rushed down the stairs, rushing to give Harry a hug; almost knocking him off of his feet.

"Harry!"

"So," Danielle asked loudly; quickly breaking up the conversations, "how about we eat first, then I can get started on everyone who needs a haircut. That way you all can do this so I am not in range of the yelling?"

As everyone settled at the dinner table, Ron was helping her bring all the food there, but being as clumsy as she was, Danielle fell forward. The pancakes went flying in the air and quickly being saved by Danny. Danielle blushed heavily as everyone laughed good-naturedly at her poor balance.

"Well," Ron said lightly, "at least she isn't face to face with a spider."

"Oh," Danielle huffed, "belt up, Ron."

Everyone dug into the food, giving compliments to Danielle and Ron. The meal was over in less than fifteen minutes; so Danielle grabbed the clothes she wore when she cut Danny's hair that morning, before heading outside so that she could begin to cut hair. Ron was the last one, and Danielle was glad he was the easiest to do.

When she finished, Danielle sat beside Ron and ended up laying her head on his lap as she watched the sun begin to set. She felt relaxed after a long day, she could hear the yelling coming from Mister and Misses Weasley, but she couldn't bring herself to care.

Ron's big hand began to pet her hair away from her face. "Let's head in, yeah?"

With Danny, Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and herself; Danielle walked into Ron and Danny's room. Danielle made her way towards Ron's bed as he had also sat down as well.

"What are Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes?" Harry asked as they climbed.

Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didn't. Danny and Danielle couldn't stop the small giggles that came from their throats.

"Mom found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and George's room," said Ron quietly. "Great long price-lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that."

"We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things," said Danny.

"We thought they just liked the noise," Ginny finished Danny's sentence.

"Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous," said Ron, "and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it and burned all the order forms. She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.'s as she expected. "

O.W.L.'s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen. Luckily they had one more year before they had to take the exam.

"And then there was this big row," Ginny said, "because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop. "

As Danielle laid herself on Ron's bed, she allowed her eyes to close- to everyone in the room they had thought that Danielle had fallen asleep.

"You know," Ron said lightly, "Elle won't admit it, but she had been spacing out a lot recently."

"So," Danny sighed, "you've noticed it too?"

"Keeps touchin' that scar of hers. I know it's hurting her."

Danny and Harry touched their identical scars, "why do you suppose that happens?"

Ron shrugged, his eyes never leaving Danielle's form. Harry noticed. "Why don't you just ask her already?"

"We aren't ready."

[acciophile]

Best Mistake

Title : Best Mistake Pairing : George Weasley x Reader || Fred Weasley x Reader Word Count : 2,061 Writer : JW. Notes : I’m just gonna ask this ahead, should I make part II?

It has been almost a year since the most devastating war the Wizarding World has ever known for happened. The crumbles of life that were once shattered on the ground are now collating back in a painfully slow pace. Still, it’s better than nothing.

Suppose, one would need some time to recover, too.

You pull down the blinds and turn the welcome board aside. Calling it a day as you pile back the chairs to its tables. The cafe’s all you have left now. With your family gone from the battle, the only anchor to keep you sane would be this business your parents indirectly passed on to you.

“My apologise, but we’re not seeing any—,” you say as you hear the doorbell rang, frozen as you face the person “Guests,”

He flashes a weak smile. The same disheveled hair, couple eye bags and frowzy outfit. Reckon some things are just never meant to change, ever.

“Ron,”

“It’s been a while, ___,” he greets softly, looking rather glad to see you yet something in his eyes tells you something rather implicit “How have you been?”

“I-I’ve been well,” you say with a little stutter, still not believing your eyes from the sudden visit of an old friend “Have a seat, please,”

The cafe never felt much alive ever-since you step in behind the wheel. No matter how busy it gets, how many costumers, how crowded the place gets, it just never feels the same. There’s still an invicible hollow somewhere in the set that you just can’t seem to load.

Just when you thought it can’t be much colder than this, it did.

“How’s Hermione?”

“Right as rain, she is,” he answers after taking a sip of the hot coco “She’s been visiting The Burrow even more frequent now. It’s like there’s no pause for her rants, really,”

“You love her nonetheless,”

“I love her nonetheless,” he repeats shyly with a light tint of blush “Perhaps I could use another nagging woman in my life other than Mum,”

You chuckle lightly.

“George misses you, you know,”

The light turns dim once more.

“He’s been wondering about your being all this time,” Ron says carefully, noticing the sudden change of your facial expression “You left right after the war. No owls, no words. My brother’s demented without you,”

“Ron—,”

“I know you lost your family in the battle, ___. But you’re not the only one with an open wound. George’s lost Fred. He lost his other half. You were the only thing he could ask for support for. Don’t you think you should pay him a visit sometime in a while?”

You stay silent, circling your mug as you try to think it through.

“You don’t know how hard it is to watch George every morning, wandering aloud if you’ve also departed from the war like Fred. He always argue with the fact that your body’s unfound, but— Sometimes the thought wouldn’t suffice. The nightmare’s just too daunting for him,”

Silence.

“You have to let him know you’re still alive, ___,”

“No,” you say fast, standing from your seat in reflex “I-I can’t, Ron. I’m not ready yet,”

“How much longer should my brother wait, ___? It’s been almost a year,”

“I just—,”

“All I’m asking is for you to let him know your being,” he says fast, coming to you as he holds your shoulder “Please, do my family a favour, ___. He’s been a human with no soul for an awful period of time,”

You try to fight the tears that are forming on your eyes as you locking your eyes to Ron’s eyes. The plea on his orbs were screaming for your help. A help that a broken soul in doubt could provide for.

“I’ll think about it,”

You let out a nervous sigh as you arrived at your apparated destination. The grip on your small purse tightened as you take a few steps closer to the store. The store that once were the only beating heart of Diagon Alley is now as dim as the light in your life.

It hurts to know that you’re partly in fault for it.

Arriving at its front door, you open it ever so carefully as if it was as fragile as your broken heart. Coming to the store, as ironic as it is, in a way feels like entering the soul you tried to steer clear of.There would be no coming back to what you’re approaching to and you can’t ignore the loud thumping of your heart over it. Yet in a way, you know that this is the right thing to do.

“George?”

“I’m sorry but the store is—,” he appears from behind the stairs, looking rather rumpled as if he hasn’t taken nap in years “Closed,”

“I-I was wondering if I could get some pucking pastiles,” you say nervously with a mere smile “I notice the blinds are down but— I’m willing to pay twice the price,”

Without a word, he storms to you for a hug. The embrace feels as if it could tie all your broken pieces together, just the right thing you’ve been longing for all these times. His body heat, his protective arms, hell— just the smell of his scent feels like it brought you back to life, awaken your long asleep soul back.

“You’re alive,”

“I’m alive,”

“You’re here,”

You laugh softly, “I’m here,”

“You’re alive,”

Your hands eventually find their way to return the hug. The least you could do is to try and glue back the shattered pieces of his soul. You could only hope that your hug would do just the same magic as his.

“I can’t believe you’re here,”

You reply with a smile, taking a sip of your hot tea.

“I’m just so glad that you’re alive,”

“George,” you call his name, feeling like it’s time for him to know the truth “I’m really sorry but— When the battle was over, I didn’t come and see you because I thought— I was wounded. I lost everyone and—,”

“it’s fine, ___. We were all wounded,” he replies with a bitter smile “I thought I’ve lost you too,”

You could see the pain he’s been trying to live out of. It was evident from the thick dark undereye and how gloomy his face is. His smile doesn’t even reach his eyes, they don’t show the wrinkles you love seeing. His voice sounds so fragile like speaking actually hurts his body.

The shop looks very dusty and dark. It might be the only shop left in Diagon Alley that hasn’t been open yet. Everyone is already on their journey to raise back from the devastation the war brought. But it’s no race. Everyone has their own recovery time.

“Do you think we can ever get over it?” you ask, staring at a picture of the Weasley twins “Do you think we can live with his ghost?”

George forces a smile, “He loves you. I don’t think he would want to see you broken for a long time,”

“He loves you, too. You’re his twin,” you say “Fred would hate to see you crushed like this. He’d hate to see you bitter like this,”

“He would, wouldn’t he,” George smiles to himself before coming closer to you, holding your hand “I guess we’d just have to keep living for him, then,”

It has only been 2 days since the reopening of Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes yet the both of you had felt like you’ve been working for years with no rest. Children and pretty much everyone are welcoming the trick shop as it is the best gate-away to avert their minds from the pain. What could be better than Weasley’s little prank tricks, right?

You have been living in the shop, along with George, for a few months now. The both of you figured it would be best to keep each other close in order to find the will to move on. It was hard at first, seeing the resemblance of your passed boyfriend in George, yet it gave you all the more motivation, feeling like you didn’t lost him at all. Like you didn’t lost Fred at all.

George had made you feel comfortable under your own skin after the long period of sorrowful grieve. He’d treat you warmly, acting like the very friend you need. Sometimes you’d even feel too comfortable with his companies that the thought of Fred would fade in your mind.

“Cheers,” George says, lifting a glass of wine. The two of you are celebrating for the successful start of new life “For good life ahead,”

You smile, “For good life ahead,”

The shop becomes so quiet after all the chaos the day had brought. Ron had excused himself, saying that Hermione needs some assistance with their newborn baby. Sometimes it feels like the shop is too enormous for only two people living in it.

“Alright, we can’t have too much of this. Tomorrow would require another hard work, we need to rest,” George says as he places the wine bottle away “I’ll clean the dishes,”

Following George to the kitchen, you can’t help but to wonder how your life would’ve been if Fred was still here. You two would be living together, probably having your first child by now. He’d always talk about how he’d marry you after the war after all. You both were one of those conventional couples. Your ideas of happy ending would be marrying Fred and to have happy little red heads running around the backyard of your petite house.

You were drowned in your fantasy that you didn’t notice bumping into a plate. The loud sound of shattered glass snapped you like a lightning bolt, “Bloody hell,”

“Hey, I’ll clean it,” George comes fast, squatting down to help pick up the pieces “Are you hurt? Did it cut you anywhere?”

“I’m fine,” you chuckle softly at your silliness “Somethings just stay that way forever, don’t it? Me and my recklessness,”

George didn’t response. He kept silent. Something that he’d never done before— Not giving out childish goofy comments to your actions.

When you turn your face up, you notice how close his face was to yours. The dimmed light from the fireplace lit his face, highlighting his facial features. His deep brown eyes are burning through your soul. His intense gazed made you flushed. The inside of you is turning upside down from the warmth of his breath.

This is not right.

Softly, George leans in and seals your lips with his. He was gentle but bold at the same time. Like he fear to scare you but still wanting to give a statement. The kiss was very velvety, delightful. So sweet it would give you diabetes.

“Fuck,” he curses as he pulls away “I shouldn’t have done that,”

The sudden change of his action and voice surprised you. He’s right, he shouldn’t have done that. But there really is no reason to overreact. You both were just too drowned in the moment.

Right..?

“I’m sorry, that was a mistake,” he sates, running his hands through his hair in despair “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry. I just— I’m sorry,”

His tone changes fast to wrath and despair. Never in your life time had you seen him in this state. George wasn’t one to burst out and spat all dirty words in anger. But it is what you’re witnessing right now and you have no idea how to calm him.

“George, it’s okay,” you try to calm him, afraid to say wrong words “It was a mistake, it’s alright,”

“No it’s not! It’s not alright! I kissed you, ___!”

“I know, but it’s okay, we didn’t really mean it. It’s alright,”

He shook his head, “It was a mistake. Having you here is a mistake,”

You were taken aback. How is it your fault now? You both settled to live in together to help each other move on. Hell, he was the one to beg for you to move in. And you were sure it wasn’t you who leaned in for a kiss. How is this your fault in anyway?

“It’s not right,” George says once more “I shouldn’t have done that,”

And with that, he stormed out of the room.

[frighthouseofalighthouse]

I'M GONNA DO IT TO EM' ALL ASKS THAT YOU REBLOG TONIGHT TILL 10 AM TOMORROW.... DO THEM!!!!

Hey, you had to do it to ‘em! Here they are starting with the most recent.

“Weird asks that say a lot”

1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

Coffee mugs because you can use them for everything. Teacups are too small for a proper cuppa.

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

Chocolate bars always.

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

Bubblegum, which I miss so much. I haven’t had it in over 2 years bc of my braces

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

I didn’t go to public school but all the adults who dealt with me said I was sociable and tried to get everyone to do the group projects but no one listened so I ended up sitting alone reading and quietly doing the project.

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

Glass BOTTLES make it taste superior.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Pastel boho preppy goth best describes my style.

7. earbuds or headphones?

Earbuds, but only rubber tipped ones. The plastic ones never fit in my ears. Also headphones never cover my whole ear right. :/

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows keep my attention span better.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Brewing thunderstorms.

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

None. But trampoline if I had to pick.

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

Scrambled eggs, peanut butter toast, and some kind of fruit.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

My main one is Things You Love. My one for writing is Queen And Country, and my other two favorites are Summer Songs and A Queen Knows How To Fight A War.

13. lanyard or key ring?

Key ring, lanyards get in the way.

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

Swedish Fish or Sour Patch Kids.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

OH MAN. To Kill A Mockingbird, The Great Gatsby, Fahrenheit 451, The Grapes Of Wrath, and The Handmaid’s Tale were definitely my top 5 in English class.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

Curled up sideways in an armchair with my legs slung over the arm. Sitting normally sucks.

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

Either pair of my black boots, or my pink floral Skechers that I wear to work.

18. ideal weather?

60 degrees, cloudy, windy, with a chance of rain.

19. sleeping position?

On my right side, arms around a fluffy pillow, one leg out straight and the other drawn up with my knee to my chest.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Laptop. I’m trying to exercise my hand and wrist so I don’t tire as quick of notebook writing, though.

21. obsession from childhood?

History, Nancy Drew books, Harry Potter, and ghost stories.

22. role model?

The person I am but don’t think I am.

23. strange habits?

Pulling my shirt collar up over my nose and mouth/putting it in my mouth and chewing on it.

24. favorite crystal?

Amethyst, my birthstone! Close second is blue goldstone. (Have you ever seen it? It looks like the universe. I have a worrystone made of blue goldstone and it’s one of my prized possessions.)

25. first song you remember hearing?

Something from church probably. Outside of church probably one of these: If I Had A Hammer // Peter, Paul and Mary, Puff The Magic Dragon // Peter, Paul and Mary, Scarborough Fair // Simon & Garfunkel, The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald // Gordon Lightfoot.

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Sit in the shade.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Drink tea, read, and play either Pokemon or Nancy Drew and the Clue Benders Society on my 3DS.

28. five songs to describe you?

The Pines // Roses & Revolutions, I Am Here // Pink, Walk Me Home // Pink, Call Home // Heathers (not the musical), Traveler’s Song // Aviators

29. best way to bond with you?

Talk to me about history, crime, musicals, books, or tv shows

30. places that you find sacred?

Natural swamps. Libraries. Old, overgrown gardens. Anywhere historic. Pine forests at dusk. Anywhere under a clear night sky.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A plaid shirt, black leggings, and black boots with dark neutral lipstick and a black choker.

32. top five favorite vines?

Fre she vocado, BENTLEY NOOOOO, uhhh I sure hope it does, the one of Lin Manuel-Miranda trying to brainstorm, and this bitch empty YEEt

33. most used phrase in your phone?

Idk how to find this out

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

Idk if this is just a local thing here but WOW ITS NATURESTONE

35. average time you fall asleep?

12-1 nowadays.

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

I can haz cheezburger

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

Depends. Suitcase for things like my laptop that are better protected than in a duffel bag, but duffel bag otherwise because they’re easier to carry.

38. lemonade or tea?

TEAAAAA

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Both please

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

My house? We had a safe word when we did math. It was “quokka.” If we got overwhelmed we’d say it and then stop and look at pictures of quokkas.

41. last person you texted?

My friend and coworker.

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

Jacket pockets.

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

Cardigan or hoodie

44. favorite scent for soap?

Lavender

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy. It takes me a bit to get into fantasy books usually, but sci-fi is hard to follow and superhero is mostly predictable.

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

Fuzzy pants and a t shirt

47. favorite type of cheese?

Muenster, parmesan, or goat cheese

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

Raspberry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

“I have no country to fight for. My country is the earth, and I am a citizen of this world.” - Eugene V. Debs

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

A weird local political ad a couple years back.

51. current stresses?

My recent breakup, an overnight shift I work on Wednesday night, and trying to find time to go out to a corn maze with my friend.

52. favorite font?

Baskerville or Georgia.

53. what is the current state of your hands?

Covered in small cuts and scrapes from work, nails picked short, black nail polish mostly peeled off.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

babysitting job: Kids suck never have more than one. Retail job: being on your fee it hardddd

55. favorite fairy tale?

Beauty and the Beast or Rapunzel

56. favorite tradition?

Looking at Halloween decorations

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Cutting, being manipulated by my dad, and letting other people make me believe I wasn’t good enough (still working on that one)

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

Writing, puzzle-solving, singing, and calligraphy

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Oh shit waddup”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

One of those preppy gothic private school animes with a dark secret lurking around the corner

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

Book: “Ignoring isn’t the same as ignorance. You have to work at it.” - The Handmaid’s Tale. Movie: “It’s not about deserve. It’s about what you believe. And I believe in love.” - Wonder Woman. TV Show: “I am the Bad Wolf. I create myself.” - Doctor Who.

62. seven characters you relate to?

Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Remus Lupin, Richard Gansey III, Blue Sargent, Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury.

63. five songs that would play in your club?

Same five that I said describe me.

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz and the old American Girl site circa 2009.

65. any permanent scars?

One down my chest from heart surgery as a baby, lots from self harm on my arms/legs, some on my left knee from falling as a kid, and one on the back of my right heel from being pecked by a goose at the fair when I was 11.

66. favorite flower(s)?

Sunflowers, roses, and dahlias.

67. good luck charms?

Myself.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Ranch anything.

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

Jellyfish have no brains and no heart.

70. left or right handed?

I’m third generation left handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

Vertical stripes.

72. worst subject?

Math.

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

Wendy’s fries and chocolate frosty.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

7. Usually I just ignore it because I have a “high pain tolerance” (which means I like to put myself through minor pains because I think I deserve it)

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Age 5. I was trying to blow up an inflatable ball and it came out.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

ALL POTATOES EXCEPT POTATO SALAD

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Violets.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

Neither, both suck equally.

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

Never had a school id so I guess the license

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones for me

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

...They are literally the same thing

82. pc or console?

PC

83. writing or drawing?

Writing. I absolutely cannot draw.

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts, talk radio is so obnoxious.

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie. The clothes are easier to take on and off. I used to accidentally rip polly pocket clothes all the time.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology. I like it because it explains things, it’s creation stories, its origins. Fairy tales are just fantasies or cautionary tales.

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies.

87. your greatest fear?

Rejection, drowning, and clowns.

88. your greatest wish?

To be a semi-successful author and historian.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

My mom.

90. luckiest mistake?

Not succeeding in killing myself!

91. boxes or bags?

Bags.

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Dim lamps if they have yellow bulbs. I hate white lights. And also fairy lights yes please.

93. nicknames?

Ellie, Ell, Little Lion, Lioness.

94. favorite season?

FALLLLL

95. favorite app on your phone?

Tumblr, Spotify, or Instagram.

96. desktop background?

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

6.

98. favorite historical era?

Revolutionary War-era America or late Victorian England.

THIS GOT REALLY LONG AND I DONT WANNA HIT THE TEXT BLOCK LIMIT SO IMMA DO ALL THE HALLOWEEN ONES SEPARATELY, MAYBE IN THE MORNING.