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chudleycanonficfest · 3 years
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Heart-Shaped Wreckage
Day 16, Story #2 is by @adenei
Title: Heart-Shaped Wreckage
Author: adenei
Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger
Prompt: Songfic
Rating: T
TW: implied violence and near-death experience (but nothing explicit)
A/N: This is the part two follow-up to Rewrite the Stars.
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Hermione’s hand trembles as she reaches over to her nightstand and turns on the light. She can’t sleep, which is a common occurrence as of late. Where she once relished in the quiet of her flat, now the serenity is too much to bear. She is running out of changes to make that will erase the worst, most painful decision of her life. The ultra-soft linens she purchased for her bed are anything but comforting and luxurious. They feel scratchy and cold, and the fresh and clean look of the white comforter with its floral patterns gives off more of a sterile vibe than the new slate she’d been hoping for. Instead, it serves as another stark reminder that all the vibrancy and color had evaporated from her life when she pushed Ron away.
It’s been 62 days since the disaster of the Auror gala, and 50 since Hermione’s received any form of contact from him. Ron has honored her wishes to break things off no matter how much it pained them both to do so. Part of her still wishes he’d floo into her fireplace or knock on her door, begging her to give them another chance. But she knows deep down none of that will ever happen. He is a man of respect, and he will always abide by her requests, even if she no longer wants to keep them herself.
It’s better this way. She reminds herself of the constant scrutiny they’d face if they stayed together, and the hurt and discomfort even at the mere thought indicate that her feelings haven’t changed. There is no way she could put him through that sort of subjection just so she can be selfish and happy. Their lives are too different, and they live in a world where the acceptance of all kinds of love doesn't exist.
So, in the grueling months since they ended things for a second time, Hermione has worked to make changes, some drastic, some minute, in an effort to force herself to move on. She is too proud to let anyone in her life know the pain that she feels with every conscious breath that she takes. Hermione has thrown herself into her work, staying at school late to mark papers, redecorate the classroom, or develop new lesson plans to benefit the students and create more hands-on experiences.
And once she realized that her preparation was complete through the end of next term, Hermione turned to her flat. Weekends have been spent on home projects. Painting the walls, updating the decor, and cleaning every square inch of her flat, all to help her forget.
But the problem is, her heart doesn’t want to forget. Every book she sits down to read reminds her of time spent with Ron. Her renewed efforts in the kitchen never fail to bring a smile or a chuckle to her lips as her mind traitorously wonders what Ron would think if he were here to observe the barely edible mess she’s created. Yet, Hermione is not naive enough to believe that it will change anything. She knows it won’t.
As she sits up in the enormous queen-sized bed, she reaches for the parchment that lays in tri-folds on the nightstand. The paper is worn, with visible wrinkles preventing it from lying flat and tear stains causing the corners to curl as she unfolds the delicate sheet. Hermione’s not sure why she’s opening the letter to read. She knows it won’t bring her the comfort she craves or the answers she desires.
The messy scrawl gives way to Ron’s only correspondence with her since the last time they spoke, and she latches onto it as if it’s the only life preserver on a capsizing vessel. It’s the only thing she has left. The only reminder of the life she could have had.
I’m not scared to tell the truth. 
I went to hell and back and I went with you
Remind me what we were before,
When you said you are mine, and I am yours
Hermione,
There’s a lot I want to say and I’m not sure if I can fit it all in this letter, but I’m going to try. I never meant for any of this to happen, but I did mean everything I said that night. I’m not afraid to tell you how I feel. What we have, er, had, I guess, is special. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life, and I don’t think I ever will. And it’s not just about the case and finding comfort in each other. 
When we broke things off after graduation, I felt like a part of me was missing. The Auror academy kept me busy, and sure, my life moved on, but I wasn’t really happy. Not as happy as I was when we were together. And then fate brought us back together and we decided to make another go of it, that’s when I realized that you were what was missing. You make my life so much brighter, so meaningful, and I’m sorry if I sound like a sap, but I need you to know how I feel.
I would give up everything for you. Social status means nothing to me. If the Aurors sack me because of my personal relations, then so be it. I’ll work with George, or find something else. If my family can’t be supportive, then it will be their loss. I’m not willing to live in a world that doesn’t have you in it, and I refuse to give in to the Ministry’s stance on bloody purity. 
I know this is all probably ‘too little, too late’ or whatever that Muggle saying is that you like to use, and I promise you I’m going to respect your wishes. But I had to tell you. I had to let you know because...well...there’s this mission that’s come up. It’s going to be bloody dangerous and Robards asked for volunteers because he knows how risky it’s going to be. Anyone who goes isn’t guaranteed to come back and, well, I won’t go into the details, but I volunteered to go.
I know, I know, I can hear you in the back of my head telling me that it’s probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done and not to throw my life away because we’re not together, but Hermione, it’s been twelve days and I can’t go on day to day like this. I can’t. Working is the only thing that eases the pain and gets my mind off of everything. I’ll be as safe as I can be, I promise.
I hope you find the happiness you deserve. You’re brilliant, always remember that. Just know that I love you, and it’s because I love you that I’m going to try to let go.
Ron
Tears threaten in Hermione’s eyes once again. It’s no different than every other time she reads the letter. Nothing has changed; Ron’s gone, still on his mission six weeks later and no end in sight. Hermione is sure this is the reason she’s not sleeping. With every passing day and no news of Ron’s whereabouts, she turns to the only object that can provide her with any source of comfort: the letter.
After three weeks of constant worrying and bags under her eyes so prevalent that even her eight-year-old students noticed, Hermione caved and wrote to Harry. Even though they can’t be together, she knows deep down that she can still care about his well-being. 
Harry’s response had been timely and brief. He didn’t have details of the mission but reassured Hermione that no news is good news. Hermione thanked him and asked for updates if it wasn’t too much trouble. The two had been friendly in school, growing closer as her relationship with Ron blossomed as well. She didn’t expect his alliance to stray from his best friend but still appreciated his willingness to be cordial with her after everything she’d put Ron through.
“Please come home to me,” she whispers into the darkness.
Her heart aches more as her eyes hover over the parchment once more, searching for the three words that she knows she’ll never read too many times: I love you.
For some reason, this three a.m. readthrough hits differently. She carefully folds the parchment, places it back on the nightstand and turns off the light. There are still a few more hours left to find sleep.
Hermione tosses and turns as she attempts to focus on sleep and quieting her thoughts. At some point, a flash illuminates the night sky, and that’s when the pieces begin forming more vividly in her mind. The clap of thunder follows seconds later, and with it, a realization is born. As the rain begins its slow cadence of pitter-patters on the window, the brevity of Hermione’s decision hits her with the force of the storm strengthening outside.
I don’t know much, but I know myself
And I don’t want to love anybody else
So let’s break the spell and lift the curse
Remember when we fell for each other head first
There is only one question that forms in her mind. One question that surpasses any of the other thoughts she’s managed to cope with over the last two months. 
What have I done?
None of her previous attempts to move past this matter anymore, even though it’s too late, and there’s nothing she can do. 
Three days later, Hermione is finishing up her night-time routine when there’s a knock on her door. She looks at the antique clock on the wall that reads 10:45. Her heart plummets to her stomach. No one calls this late at night with good news. She stands frozen in place, amazed that the glass of water in her hand hasn’t spilled to the floor as a result of her shock.
Another knock, and Hermione manages to lift her feet from the floor. She reaches over and sets the glass on the counter before pulling her dressing gown tight around her waist. The carpet feels thick and heavy, as if her feet are wading through mud and sludge as she makes the torturous trek to the door. Five steps feel like five thousand. She’s sure all of this has happened in a matter of seconds, but it feels like minutes. Maybe the caller will be gone by the time her eye reaches the peephole.
Her hope is instantly quashed when she peers through the tiny circle to see an older gentleman that she doesn’t quite recognize at first. He’s wearing an overcoat and tan bowler hat, and is looking down at a torn piece of parchment. A pair of cerulean blue eyes drift back up to the number on her flat’s door, and that’s when the familiarity hits Hermione like a muggle slamming into the brick wall that separates platforms nine and ten at King’s Cross Station.
She can feel the blood drain from her face as dizziness overcomes her. Falling forward, she clasps onto the doorknob to steady herself. The noise catches the gentleman’s attention.
“Er, Ms. Granger. Are you home? It’s very important that I speak to you. Please, I mean no harm if you’ll open up.”
Hermione struggles to find her voice to respond. Her hands are shaking so violently that she can barely latch on to the deadbolt that has been fastened for the evening.
“Oh, er, please forgive me. We haven’t formally met, but it’s Mr. Weasley out here. Ron’s father.”
Hearing Ron’s name gives Hermione the strength that she needs to click the deadbolt to the left as she manages to turn the door handle with her other hand. Pulling the door open, she slowly looks up at the elder Weasley.
“Is—is everything okay?” Her voice is raw and weak, and she’s sure the shock is the only thing preventing the tears from pooling in her eyes.
“Er, no, it’s not. May I come in?” His eyes dart around, as if he doesn’t want to discuss the matter out in the open.
Hermione opens the door wider to let him in and manages to shut it when he’s through the entryway. Her free hand fiddles with her wand that’s still inside her pocket—just in case—though she fears no imminent threat from Ron’s father.
"Ms. Granger, I’m sorry for calling so late. I wouldn’t be here at all, actually, if it wasn’t for Harry mentioning—ah, well, that’s no matter...” 
Mr. Weasley is rambling, and Hermione has trouble processing his words. Her breath catches at the mention of Harry’s name, which draws Mr. Weasley’s attention to her, helping him get to the point of his late-night visit.
“Ron’s been gravely injured. He’s at St. Mungo’s now. They brought him in an hour or so ago. Molly and I met Harry and Ginny there as soon as we heard. He’s stable for now, but the Healers are unsure if it will hold.” 
Hermione grasps the back of the couch to keep from collapsing to the ground. A sob bursts from her throat as the tears that threatened moments ago now spill freely down her cheeks.
“Wh-what happened?” 
The words are spoken with great effort.
“We don’t have many details. The Aurors are still trying to clean up loose ends on the mission, but it sounds like the operation was successful thanks to Ron’s efforts. One of the target’s accomplices hit Ron with an unknown spell before he was caught.”
Even through Hermione’s own devastation, she can hear the tremor in Ron’s father’s voice. He’s scared, though he’s hiding it well as he continues to explain what he knows. There’s a sheen in his eyes as the moisture appears, emotions raw as he finishes bringing Hermione up to speed.
“Everyone was apprehended, and Ron appears to be the only one who got hurt. We should know more in the coming hours.”
Hermione can only offer a blank stare as she processes the information. His letter said it would be a dangerous mission. He didn’t sound as if he was hopeful that he’d come back alive. Or maybe he was hoping—no, don’t think like that. It was her fault that he’d gone in the first place. By some miracle, he was still hanging on, and the haziness of Hermione’s previous decisions about their relationship begins to give way. The fact that his father is there in her flat informing her has to mean something.
“Why are you here?”
It comes out harsher than Hermione intends, but after their less than amicable meeting at the gala, Hermione can’t be bothered with pleasantries. Even if his wife’s behavior was ruder than his own.
The older man pulls out a handkerchief and wipes beads of sweat off his brow as he sighs deeply. 
“Ms. Granger—”
“Hermione.”
“Right, yes, Hermione. I am aware that we did not get off on the right foot. I’m sorry I never introduced myself on the night of the gala. We weren’t expecting Ron to have a date. I’ll admit that Molly and I were ignorant in the way we treated you that night, and for that, I am sorry. Nothing can take back our words, nor can it change the way others view you based on your blood status, but please know how wrong we were. 
“Ron was devastated after you broke things off after the gala, and I suppose that was largely due to our behavior. It’s clear to us how much he loves you, and we don’t want to stand in the way of that. So, when Harry mentioned you had asked for news and wanted to come tell you, I insisted that I should be the one to see you. Please don’t let our ignorance stand in the way of your happiness.”
Hermione stands there, listening to Arthur’s apology. While she appreciates the olive branch, part of her can’t help but feel that it’s too little, too late, and a new wave of tears flood her eyes as she sees those exact words in Ron’s letter. She offers a curt nod to let him know she appreciates the gesture, even as her voice can’t find the words.
“I won’t keep you. I should be getting back, but Ron is in room 408. You are on the approved list as a family member if you decide you want to see him, and Molly’s agreed to let you stay with him if you’d like.” 
Arthur gives a weak nod as he dabs his forehead once more before making his way to the door. It takes Hermione a moment to realize what’s happening, and as soon as everything processes, she’s pushing herself off the back of the sofa and calling out to Arthur.
Look at this heart shaped wreckage
What have we done?
We’ve got scars from battles nobody won
We can start over, better
Both of us know if we just let the broken pieces
Let the broken pieces go
“I’m coming! Please, er, if you don’t mind waiting. I just need to get changed—”
“Of course.”
Arthur offers a paternal smile as Hermione rushes into her bedroom and throws on the first thing she can find. She almost forgets to grab her bag as she throws on her coat and locks the door behind her.
Moments later, they’re entering St. Mungo’s, and Mr. Weasley leads the way through the main hall to the lifts. It’s only as the gate shuts that nerves begin to bubble up in her stomach. She’s been running on the adrenaline of the news, and now she can’t help but wonder how the rest of Ron’s family will react when they see her. Or, what’s worse, how Ron will react if and when he wakes up.
When. It has to be when.
As if sensing her trepidation, Mr. Weasley places a reassuring hand on her shoulder. The lift opens, and the first person she sees is Harry in the waiting room. Her feet gravitate toward him of their own accord, and when Harry sees her, he meets her halfway and wraps her in a tight hug.
“He’s going to be okay. He has to,” Harry whispers in her ear.
Hermione nods, forcing her brain to believe his words. When they let go, Ginny hugs Hermione next, which helps her feel more relaxed. 
Maybe this isn’t so bad after all.
After one final squeeze, Ginny lets go so Hermione can follow Arthur down the hall to Ron’s room. He opens the door, and Hermione enters the sterile, white room. The most color she sees is his shock of red hair against the fluffy white pillow that’s cradling his head. Her heart begins beating faster as she spots his mum sitting vigil at his side. 
Mrs. Weasley looks up to see the two standing there. A hard, stony look immediately sets on her face in defense before it softens slightly. She stands and walks over to Hermione. She knows that she’ll have a harder time winning over the Weasley matriarch based on this interaction, but if Ron wakes up—and will take her back—she’s willing to do anything to make it work.
“Let’s give her some privacy, Molly. The healers will call us in if he wakes up,” Arthur coaxes his wife out of the room as he gives Hermione one last reassuring smile.
When the door closes behind them, Hermione walks up to the chair Molly was perched at and takes a seat. She moves the chair closer to the bed as she observes Ron in his sleeping state. A tear slips down her face as her hand reaches out to take his. It isn’t cold, but it’s also not as warm as she’s used to.
“Please wake up. You have to wake up,” she pleads, choking back a fresh wave of tears.
I can’t find you in the dark
Will we get back to who we are?
And I can’t fix this on my own
Our love is still the best thing I’ve ever known
She’s not sure how long she sits there, watching his chest slowly rise and fall as he breathes. No matter how hard she tries, Hermione can’t look away, for fear that his breathing might stop if she does. She’s so focused on his chest, that she doesn’t see his eyes flutter open. 
“Er-my-nee.” 
His voice is breathy, with more rasp than she’s used to, but she’d have given all the gold in her Gringotts vault to hear her name on his lips again if she had to. He lifts the hand that she’s holding, and Hermione leans in closer to press her face into it.
“You came,” he whispers.
Unable to contain herself any longer, she lifts off the seat and leans over him, capturing his lips with hers. They’re cracked and dry, no doubt from being undercover in who knows what kind of conditions, but none of that matters. Ron’s alive, and he’s kissing her back.
Look at this heart shaped wreckage
What have we done?
We’ve got scars from battles nobody won
We can start over, better
Both of us know if we just let the broken pieces
Let the broken pieces go
“I’m so sorry.” The apology seems frail as she mutters the words against his lips.
His other hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear and wipe the tears from her face. “It’s okay.”
“Don’t ever do something that stupid again.”
“Only if you give me a reason not to.”
Let the broken pieces go
Just hold on to each other tonight
“I will, I promise.”
She pulls away to look into his tired, bright blue eyes that carry the hope she feels in her chest.
“Does that mean…?”
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?”
“I don’t know what life is going to throw at me, Ron, but I only want to take it if you’re by my side.”
“It’s about time you came to your senses.”
The hand that’s still cupping her cheek adjusts to pull her back to him as he does his best to crash his lips into hers for a searing, though still tender, kiss. His breath is hot as he groans against her mouth, solidifying their reunification. There’s an unspoken agreement to let the broken pieces of the past go. 
Tonight, they’ll start over, rewriting the stars to match their love story the way it’s meant to be.
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typewriting101 · 3 years
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it’ll be okay.
pairings: draco malfoy x reader
warnings: sad & fluff
word count: 1.5k+
genre: fanfic romance
⟶ summary: reader isolates herself after getting cheated on by her long time boyfriend, and draco comes to her aid
a/n: i got cheated on by my long time boyfriend twice and i definitely needed a draco in my life. writing is a way i heal so i hope if you’re in the same spot this helps.
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You decided not to go to your classes today, you couldn’t stop yourself from crying. You already felt humiliated enough, you didn’t need to increase that on your own will. You had Hermione tell all your professors that you were ‘sick’, but only she knew what was actually going on.
Your longtime boyfriend cheated on you, and your heart was in complete despair. You didn’t get out of bed at all yet today, and it was past lunchtime. You brushed your messy hair out of your eyes that were flooded with your never ending tears. As you brought the duvet covers up to your face, you turned your back to the door, watching the birds fly outside, and you could even make out the Quidditch pitch in the distance.
You heard the door slowly creek open and it quietly closed behind the person entering. “Mione, please. Don’t force me to leave today...please.” Your voice was filled with cracks and sobs, you couldn’t even contain yourself for a regular conversation.
Immediately, was a rushing of a cloak and someone knelt beside your bed and you felt an arm on top of you and another under you, wrapping you into a hug. It struck you, you knew who it was. You burst into tears and felt his head dip into the crook of your neck, his blonde hair coming into your vision, which confirmed your accusation.
Draco Malfoy.
Eventually, you turned to him and his eyes filled with worry at your state. You knew you looked nothing like yourself, and he’d never seen you cry. You always hid the sad parts of you from Draco, he had his own struggles, and you never wanted to burden him with even more.
Sniffling, you slowly sat up, and he quickly sat on your bed to face you. He was never good at emotions but when it came to you, Draco tried harder than ever to express them.
One good look at you now, he knew you were shattered, a fraction of who you used to be, and he hated it. You couldn’t even look at him, your face was red from crying, your cheeks tear stained, and you were hugging yourself as if you wanted to disappear from him, which he would never let happen.
He couldn’t stand seeing you in disarray, he never had before and he wished he didn’t. He grabbed your trembling figure, his hands on your head and back, as you leaned into him, you clung to his arm as if your life depended on it.
“Let it out.” He whispered into you, feeling his warm breath and the vibrations from his voice from the closeness. He knew you would need a push.
His heart shattered when he heard the sound you made. It was the sound of a broken soul, something he never wanted you to feel. He thought he could save you from everything, but life doesn’t give what you demand. He knew that now.
You didn’t realize the cry you made was even a sound you could produce. It was then you truly realize how destroyed you were, how hurt,
How broken.
As you cried into Draco’s arms, he began rubbing circles into your back, rocking you back and forth slightly. He didn’t shush you, he didn’t tell you to stop, and he didn’t even try to talk over your cries. He did not tell you it was okay,
Because this is not okay. None of it is.
He let you be the first to speak, after a long time of tears. “You know?”
His heart dropped into his stomach hearing your voice, it sounded so lost. “Yeah… I do, y/n.”
“How?” You sniffed, head still on his body.
“She told me you were sick, but I didn’t believe it. So, I interrogated your Granger friend, I found her alone in the library.”
He felt you smile for a quick moment. “You’re mean.”
“I know.” He boasted, proudly.
He grabbed you and laid you down, then took off his shoes to get under your covers. “Since school is in session for a few more hours, nobody else will be in here, so I’m staying. If you like it or not, I don't care, I don't want you alone feeling like this.”
You didn’t care, you actually wanted him there, you suspected he knew that, you know he has trouble expressing his feelings. He pulled the covers over the two of you.
“Speaking of mean…” he turned on his side to face you. “Y/n, I wanna hurt this guy. I wanna hurt him so freaking bad for what he did to you, say the word and I will.”
“Nothing you could do would ever even out to my pain, it doesn’t matter.” You whispered, looking away from him. “I just learned the hard way is all.”
“Leard what?” He asked, as he watched you stared endlessly at the ceiling. He saw you opened your mouth a few times, but nothing came out. He saw tears roll down your cheeks, and Draco turned you towards him.
You watched as he sat up on his elbow to wipe your tears. The angle was so beautiful, watching his eyes bore into yours, his blonde hair flowing from his head looking down on you.
“Learned what y/n?” He said again.
“That I don’t deserve to be loved.”
You let more tears fall with a sob and went to turn around, but Draco’s hand grabbed your shoulder flipping you back towards him, causing you to gasp at the harsh movement.
You felt his hand go to your waist gently, and he pulled you into him. You burst into tears yet again, they were uncontrollable at this point, and he knew.
“Don’t ever say that again,” Draco demanded, as he let you cry. “You deserve more than what that bloody git ever had to offer you. I know you loved him, y/n. I saw the way you looked at him. He even looked at you that way too, some people just… lose their minds. It’s not your fault, so please,”
He pulled you off of him and his hand cupped your face, brushing over your cheek to wipe the tears away. “Please don’t ever say you aren’t worth it. You are worth being loved.”
“Are you sure?” You whispered, touching his wrist gently from the hand on your face.
“Positive.” He whispered.
“Will I be okay?” The desperate sound of your voice, killed him inside. He looked down at you, and he realized you were nervous.
You were nervous he would say you would never heal. Which was wrong, but he knew you thought that. He has always known you inside and out.
“It’ll be okay, I promise you.”
All of this was a lot coming from Draco. He wasn’t beating anybody up in the halls. He wasn’t brushing off emotional talk, he was here. He was trying so hard to express everything he could. You could even tell he looked a little drained, as if he was trying so hard he was losing energy.
He really meant this.
Your uncontrollable sobs continued up again, and he pulled you back into his chest. He rubbed your head and let you cry without complaint. You were so grateful for this man, you could never overlook how he was always there. No matter what.
Eventually, you were falling asleep to the smell of Draco Malfoy and the warmth from the two of you under the shared blanket. You felt him kiss your head and you drifted off to sleep.
Draco knew your sleep would be uneasy, so he refused to leave. After all, Draco loved you. He couldn’t tell you like this, because he knew you needed to heal. Otherwise his emotions would get shut down, he wasn’t about to put any pressure on you, or mess up that big moment.
He watched you sleep, with one more tear rolling down your cheek. He rubbed it away and kissed where it had been, rubbing your cheekbone over and over.
Even crying you were beautiful. He wanted to call you his, so, so badly. To take you to the manor and share his giant bedroom, or to take you on long walks. He wanted to buy you everything in Hogsmeade, and do things just to hear that laugh you make. That’s his favorite sound.
You are his favorite everything.
How could someone not see what he does? It took all of his might not to break everything when he saw you with that guy, and after all this time that man didn’t even treat you like you were the world.
He tossed you aside. How dare he?
His heart broke at the thought of you finding out, so he couldn’t imagine what yours felt like, someone you love, just destroying your soul. From this day on, he was going to keep you safe, no matter what became of him. Even if it came at a price, he would.
When the time comes, he will make it memorable, he will prove he has emotions and that he truly cares. You won’t ever have to worry. He’d not just say he’d give you the world.
He’d show you, he’d prove it.
After all,
Words are nothing without taking action.
He can’t wait to tell you, and one day he finally will, but for now, you needed him like this. And right now, Draco wouldn’t have it any other way.
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a/n: wowww. emotional. sorry this is kinda short for me but i hope if you have ever felt the endless sinking hole from something like this, that it heals. stay safe guys. you’re incredibly loved by me <3 my dms are always open!
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youngreckless · 3 years
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Draco is not amused.
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"Potter's spell is still active, but I can shield my thoughts from him. I've been stirring him up all afternoon! It's hysterical!"
Blaise gasped, "It's still active! But it's… Dinner time!"
"Yes, so?"
"S-so? That spell is supposed to cancel itself after an hour! It's been, almost four hours!"
Draco shrugged, "I'm not worried. It's probably due to Potters magic. I'm sure it'll time-out eventually."
Blaise frowned, "Draco I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe you should end the spell?"
"No way! Blaise! I can hear everything! Before, in Runes, Potter was ranting about how he wanted to kill Weasel and Trelawney! He's all over the place! I had no idea he had such homicidal tendencies!" Draco giggled.
One of Blaise's eyebrows rose, "…Draco? Did you just giggle?"
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did."
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twoidiotwriters1 · 3 years
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Written In The Stars CXXXIV (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: The way the last chapters are like one slap after the other -Danny
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Chapter Thirty-Two: Trapped.
Harry, Neville and Luna climbed onto the air... and stayed there. Ron, Erick, Mel, Hermione and Ginny stared at them.
"What?" Harry asked stupidly.
"What do you mean 'what', you idiot?" Mel scowled.
"How're we supposed to get on?" said Ron in disbelief. "When we can't see the things?"
"Oh it's easy," Luna slid back to the ground. "Come here..." 
She guided each of them to a different Thestral. Erick didn't like the way he could feel the creature yet not see it. Mel got used to it quickly, holding tightly onto the invisible crest. The rest were in different states of awkwardness.
"This is mad," Ron said quietly. "Mad... if I could just see it —"
"You'd better hope it stays invisible," said Harry. "We all ready, then? Okay..." He stared down. "Ministry of Magic, visitors' entrance, London, then— Er... if you know... where to go..." 
Mel was lifted off the ground, she swore and closed her eyes, which turned out to be a bad idea, because the moment she opened them again she was remarkably disoriented. They were no longer in the castle, and all she could see were mountains.
"These things are fast!" Ginny said with a mix of excitement and dread in her voice.
"I — hate — this!" Erick bellowed behind her. "Why do you have to get into these kinds of situations all the time?"
"Shut up!" Ron responded. "Some of us are trying not to fall!"
Mel kept her mouth shut the whole trip, it reminded her a bit of the time she travelled in the Ford Anglia, but it was definitely not as safe, and therefore, not as enjoyable. 
When the sky changed from purple to dark blue, the Thestrals landed on the city. Ron stumbled onto the ground, Hermione and Ginny did the same, though without falling. Neville jumped off his Thestral while Harry slid off of his in a swift motion. 
Mel lifted one leg with difficulty, stiff from the time she'd spent in the same awkward position. Her legs faltered and ended up crashing against Erick. He grunted, holding her in place. 
"Thank you for reminding me I'm not safe..."
"Don't be such a baby," Mel's gaze landed on Harry and his tousled hair. "How does he look so unbothered after this?"
"That annoys you now? You used to drool about it," Erick raised a brow. "I call that progress..."
"Where do we go from here, then?" Luna asked. 
"Over here," Harry guided them to an old telephone box and opened the door. "Come on!" 
Ron and Ginny walked in at once; Hermione, Neville, and Luna were next. Mel and Erick stared at each other.
"I don't have a choice, do I?" The boy complained.
"Think about it like this," She responded, "you'll finally receive the group hug you so desperately need!"
"Sod off," He rolled his eyes.
 They were uncomfortably close to each other. Harry spoke over their complaints.
"Whoever's nearest the receiver, dial six, two, four, four, two!" 
Ron dialled it.  
'Welcome to the Ministry of Magic. Please state your name and business.'
"Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Mel Dumbledore, Ginny Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Erick Flint... We're here to save someone, unless your Ministry can do it first!"
"Thank you. Visitors, please take the badges and attach them to the front of your robes."
She was given a badge with her name and the caption 'Rescue Mission' under it.
"Visitor to the Ministry, you are required to submit to a search and present your wand for registration at the security desk, which is located at the far end of the Atrium."
"Fine!" The boy said, Mel felt a stung on her forehead, Harry was in pain. "Now can we move?"
The light was dimmer than it had been by day. There were no fires burning under the mantelpieces set into the walls, but he saw as the lift slid smoothly to a halt that golden symbols continued to twist sinuously in the dark blue ceiling.
"The Ministry of Magic wishes you a pleasant evening." 
This was definitely not how she had imagined her first visit to the Ministry would be, but it was surely interesting. It was dark and cold, reminded her of Grimmauld Place... which wasn't a good thing.
"Come on," Harry walked past the fountain to the elevator. He pressed nine, and soon enough they were standing in front of a black door. "Let's go."
Mel shivered when she stared into the long, quiet corridor and got closer to Erick. He reached out blindly for her hand in an attempt to calm himself too.
"Okay, listen," Harry stopped again, turning to see them. "Maybe... maybe a couple of people should stay here as a — as a lookout, and —"
"And how're we going to let you know something's coming?" asked Ginny. "You could be miles away."
"We're coming with you, Harry," said Neville.
"Let's get on with it," Ron insisted.
Harry's face reflected how much he didn't want them to go, but he didn't say anything. 
In his dream, Harry had always walked purposefully across this room to the door immediately opposite the entrance and walked on. But there were around a dozen doors here. 
Just as he was gazing ahead at the doors opposite him, trying to decide which was the right one, there was a great rumbling noise and the candles began to move sideways. The circular wall was rotating.
"What was that about?" Ron spoke quietly.
"I think it was to stop us knowing which door we came in from," said Ginny.
"Brilliant," Mel squeezed Erick's hand. "This is fine."
"How're we going to get back out?" asked Neville.
"Well, that doesn't matter now," said Harry tensely. "We won't need to get out till we've found Sirius —"
"Don't go calling for him, though!" Hermione warned.
"Where do we go, then, Harry?" Ron questioned.
"I don't — In the dreams I went through the door at the end of the corridor from the lifts into a dark room — that's this one — and then I went through another door into a room that kind of... glitters. We should try a few doors... I'll know the right way when I see it. C'mon."
The place was quite empty except for a few desks and, in the very middle of the room, an enormous glass tank of deep-green water, big enough for all of them to swim in, which contained a number of pearly white objects that were drifting around lazily in the liquid.
"What're those things?"
"Dunno." 
"Are they fish?"
"Aquavirius maggots! Dad said the Ministry were breeding —"
"No," said Hermione dryly. "They're brains." 
"Brains?"
"Yes... I wonder what they're doing with them?"
"I don't. I don't wonder at all. Please let's keep going?"
"Let's get out of here," Harry agreed. "This isn't right, we need to try another door —"
"There are doors here too," said Ron.
"In my dream I went through that dark room into the second one. I think we should go back and try from there."
"Wait!" Hermione stopped Luna from closing the door. "Flagrate!" 
She drew with her wand in midair and a fiery X appeared on the door. No sooner had the door clicked shut behind them than there was a great rumbling, and once again the wall began to revolve very fast, but now there was a great red-gold blur in amongst the faint blue, and when all became still again, the fiery cross still burned, showing the door they had already tried.
"I love you, 'Mione," Mel sighed.
"Good thinking," said Harry. "Okay, let's try this one —"
They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room [...] there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked, and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. 
"Who's there?" said Harry.
"Careful!" 
Harry and Mel reached the bottom one after the other. 
"Sirius?" Harry muttered.
Mel studied the veil: It wasn't particularly magical-looking, but the way it kept moving even though there was no wind... Harry circled the archway and she stepped closer. 
"Let's go," called Hermione. "This isn't right, guys, come on, let's go..."
The girl felt the need to reach out and touch it, then she caught something in the movement of the fabric, whispers.
"Guys, let's go, okay?" insisted Hermione.
"Okay... What are you saying?" Harry asked, but Mel was barely registering his words.
"Nobody's talking, Harry!" 
"Someone's whispering behind there," Harry mumbled. "Is that you, Ron?"
"I'm here, mate," Ron said from behind them.
"Can't anyone else hear it?"
"I can hear them too," Luna was staring at the veil with curiosity. "There are people in there!"
"What do you mean, 'in there'? There isn't any 'in there,' it's just an archway, there's no room for anybody to be there — Harry, stop it, come away — Harry, we are supposed to be here for Sirius!" 
"Sirius... Yeah..."
The anger in Hermione's voice felt exaggerated, Mel stepped closer to the veil, she stretched out her hand and —
Harry caught it and drew it down, he dragged her several steps away from the veil and shook his head.
"Let's go."
"Are you okay?" Erick whispered once they re-entered the dark room.
"Yeah," She mumbled, watching the doors swirl around her. "I... I got distracted, that's all. I'm fine."
Harry approached a new door. 
"It's... locked..." He grunted.
"This is it, then, isn't it?" said Ron helping Harry push harder. "Bound to be!"
"Get out of the way!" said Hermione at once. "Alohomora!"
"Sirius's knife!" Harry offered. 
It didn't work, his knife was now melted.
"Right, we're leaving that room," said Hermione.
"But what if that's the one?" said Ron.
"It can't be, Harry could get through all the doors in his dream," said Hermione.
"You know what could be in there?" said Luna excitedly.
"Nothing good if it's locked," Erick said darkly. 
"Something blibbering, no doubt," Hermione added.
Neville giggled under his breath, but it came out like a whimper.
Harry pushed open the next door and let out a quiet gasp.
"This is it! This way!"
"Oh look!" said Ginny excitedly.
Drifting along in the sparkling current inside was a tiny, jewel-bright egg. As it rose in the jar it cracked open and a hummingbird emerged, which was carried to the very top of the jar, but as it fell on the draft, its feathers became bedraggled and damp again, and by the time it had been borne back to the bottom of the jar it had been enclosed once more in its egg.
"Keep going!" said Harry.
"You dawdled enough by that old arch!" 
"Nothing here is normal," Mel muttered. "Not even for a wizard — This... I definitely want to be an Unspeakable."
"You're thinking about that now?" Erick asked in annoyance.
"It's not like I have something better to do! I mean, we're on a suicidal mission —"
"I'd appreciate it if you didn't use that word..."
"Do you prefer the term 'field trip'?"
"This is it," Harry spoke over their bickering. "It's through here —"
Everyone had their wands at the ready now, prepared for the next indications. Harry opened the next door.
They were there, they had found the place: high as a church and full of nothing but towering shelves covered in small, dusty, glass orbs. They glimmered dully in the light issuing from more candle brackets set at intervals along the shelves. Like those in the circular room behind them, their flames were burning blue. The room was very cold.
"You said it was row ninety-seven."
"Yeah," Harry started to walk.
"We need to go right, I think," Hermione muttered. "Yes... that's fifty-four..."
"Keep your wands out," Harry reminded them.
"Ninety-seven!" Hermione called after a while.
"There's nothing here," Mel stated.
"He's right down at the end," The boy insisted. "You can't see properly from here..."
Last year it hadn't take Wormtail more than a minute to attack Harry as soon as he was close enough. It felt like they wanted him to keep going, which put her on edge. She held onto her wand and made sure to have enough space to use her hands in case she needed to hex more than one thing at the same time.
"He should be near here," Harry insisted with shaky breaths. "Anywhere here... really close..."
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"Somewhere about... here..."
"This isn't right," Mel declared. "It doesn't make sense... this hall is clear."
"He might be...Or maybe..." Harry rushed to the next end of the hall, but this time he was the only one that moved. 
"Harry?" Hermione tried again. 
"What?" He spat.
"I... I don't think Sirius is here."
"Okay," Erick spoke, sounding impressively calm. "Are we sure Harry wasn't —"
"I swear if you say 'dreaming', I'll hex you," Mel interrupted. 
"Sirius isn't here!" Erick insisted in an angry whisper. "What possibilities are left?"
Mel looked up at him. "We don't want this to be one of those."
"Harry?" Ron asked.
"What?" Harry spoke again, this time a bit more desperately. 
"Have you seen this?"
Mel followed Ron's gaze and got closer, everyone else following along.
"What?"
"It's — it's got your name on..." 
"My name?" 
S.P.T. to A.P.W.B.D.
Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter
"What is it?" Ron inquired. "What's your name doing down here? I'm not here — none of the rest of us are here..."
"Harry, I don't think you should touch it," said Hermione.
"Why not? It's something to do with me, isn't it?"
"Don't, Harry," pleaded Neville.
"It's got my name on," said Harry.
"So what?" Mel frowned, something about the initials felt strangely familiar, but she couldn't tell exactly what it was. "Sirius isn't here, we should go back and try to contact my mum or Lupin — Do not —"
Harry reached for the orb and grabbed it firmly. Mel swore, everyone stood around them with a tense air. For a brief second, nothing happened. Then she straightened in her place at the sound of soft fabric brushing against the floor. She turned around, only to face the tip of someone's wand.
"Very good, Potter," Lucius Malfoy sneered. "Now turn around, nice and slowly, and give that to me." 
She heard as the rest of her friends turned.
"To me, Potter," the man repeated without lowering his wand. "To me." 
"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked.
The Death Eaters around them laughed and Mel closed her eyes in a moment of bitter realization. It had been a lie.
"The Dark Lord always knows!" Said one of the cloaked figures, who sounded very much like a woman.
"Always. Now, give me the prophecy, Potter."
"I want to know where Sirius is!"
"I want to know where Sirius is!"  The woman repeated in a high-pitched voice.
"You've got him. He's here. I know he is."
"The little baby woke up fwightened and fort what it dweamed was twoo."
"Don't do anything," Harry said behind her, though she couldn't tell to who he was talking to. "Not yet —"
"You hear him? You hear him? Giving instructions to the other children as though he thinks of fighting us!"
"Oh, you don't know Potter as I do, Bellatrix," said Malfoy. "He has a great weakness for heroics; the Dark Lord understands this about him. Now give me the prophecy, Potter."
"I know Sirius is here," Harry insisted. "I know you've got him!"
"They don't have him," Mel growled. "He tricked you. Somehow found out you can see his thoughts — That thing you're holding, that's what they'd been looking for all along..."
"Right, Miss Dumbledore. It'll be a bit disappointing for your uncle, the fact that it took you this long... As for you, it's time you learned the difference between life and dreams, Potter. Now give me the prophecy, or we start using wands." 
"Dumbledore?" The woman tilted her head. "Your father was more attractive than you, girly."
"Go on, then," Harry spoke, ignoring the woman.
"Hand over the prophecy and no one need get hurt."
"Yeah, right!" The boy laughed bitterly. "I give you this — prophecy, is it? And you'll just let us skip off home, will you?"
"Accio Proph —"
Harry yelled 'Protego!' before the woman could finish.
"Oh, he knows how to play, little bitty baby Potter. Very well, then —"
"I TOLD YOU, NO!" Malfoy shouted. "If you smash it — !"
The woman pulled off her hood and Mel's stomach dropped. In front of them was none other than Bellatrix Lestrange.
"You need more persuasion?" Bellatrix said. "Very well — take the smallest one. Let him watch while we torture the little girl. I'll do it."
The group closed tightly around Ginny while Harry and Mel stepped to the front.
"You'll have to smash this if you want to attack any of us," Harry told them. "I don't think your boss will be too pleased if you come back without it, will he? ...So, what kind of prophecy are we talking about anyway?"
"What kind of prophecy?" Bellatrix stopped smiling. "You jest, Harry Potter."
"Nope, not jesting," Harry insisted. Mel desperately tried to think of a way to get rid of Death Eaters in one move. "How come Voldemort wants it?"
The adults cursed and hissed loudly.
"You dare speak his name?" Bellatrix asked in outrage.
"Yeah. Yeah, I've got no problem saying Vol —"
"Shut your mouth! You dare speak his name with your unworthy lips, you dare besmirch it with your half-blood's tongue, you dare —"
"Did you know he's a half-blood too?" Harry asked. "Voldemort? Yeah, his mother was a witch but his dad was a Muggle — or has he been telling you lot he's pureblood?"
"STUPEF —"
"NO! "
A jet of red light had shot from the end of Bellatrix Lestrange's wand, but Malfoy had deflected it. His spell caused hers to hit the shelf a foot to the left of Harry and several of the glass orbs there shattered. 
Two figures, pearly white as ghosts, fluid as smoke, unfurled themselves from the fragments of broken glass upon the floor and each began to speak. Their voices vied with each other, so that only fragments of what they were saying could be heard over Malfoy and Bellatrix's shouts.
". . . at the Solstice will come a new . . ." said the figure of an old, bearded man.
"DO NOT ATTACK! WE NEED THE PROPHECY!"
"He dared — he dares —" shrieked Bellatrix incoherently. "— He stands there — filthy half-blood —"
"WAIT UNTIL WE'VE GOT THE PROPHECY!" bawled Malfoy. 
". . . and none will come after . . ." said the figure of a young woman. 
"You haven't told me what's so special about this prophecy I'm supposed to be handing over," Harry asked again. 
"Do not play games with us, Potter," Malfoy spat.
"I'm not playing games," said Harry, tapping his foot anxiously.
But Harry wasn't the type to tap his foot like that. At the sound of a whimper, he stopped. 
"What?" Hermione hissed.
"Dumbledore never told you that the reason you bear that scar was hidden in the bowels of the Department of Mysteries?" 
"I — what?" Harry sounded genuinely startled. "What about my scar?"
"What?" Hermione insisted.
"Can this be?" said Malfoy.
"Listen, if you could cut the dramatics and just spit it out," Mel spoke. "We don't have time, do we? So you either explain —"
"Look at the little brat," Bellatrix sneered. "Acting all haughty — You think that being a Dumbledore is enough to scare us, girl?"
"Well, a Lastname makes you think you're worth more than dragon's dung," She stepped a little forward. "I guess we're not that different."
"You little —"
Mel raised her wand slightly and Erick grabbed her arm. At the same time, she heard Harry turn to look at the others and hurriedly whisper 'Smash shelves —'
"Calm down!" Erick said. 
"— when I say go —" Harry finished.
"Well, well..." Malfoy stared at her friend with a dark smile. "Solomon won't be pleased..."
"I couldn't care less about it," Erick replied tensely. "I'm no longer his son."
"And with good reason," Malfoy's smile widened. "Draco will tell your friends about the new situation, no doubt..."
"I'm sure, I want him to," The boy said calmly. "Otherwise I broke Goyle's nose for nothing."
A man stepped forward, but Malfoy held him back, Mel spoke again.
"What's the prophecy about?"
"Dumbledore never told you?" Malfoy raised a brow. "Well, this explains why neither of you came earlier, the Dark Lord wondered why you didn't come running when he showed you the place where it was hidden in your dreams. He thought natural curiosity would make you want to hear the exact wording..."
"Did he?" Harry's attention was back on Lucius. "So he wanted me to come and get it, did he? Why?"
"Why? Because the only people who are permitted to retrieve a prophecy from the Department of Mysteries, Potter, are those about whom it was made, as the Dark Lord discovered when he attempted to use others to steal it for him."
"And why did he want to steal a prophecy about me?"
"About both of you, Potter, about both of you... Haven't you ever wondered why the Dark Lord tried to kill you as a baby?"
"Someone made a prophecy about Voldemort and me? And he's made me come and get it for him? Why couldn't he come and get it himself?"
"Get it himself?" Bellatrix laughed. "The Dark Lord, walk into the Ministry of Magic, when they are so sweetly ignoring his return? The Dark Lord, reveal himself to the Aurors, when at the moment they are wasting their time on my dear cousin?"
"So he's got you doing his dirty work for him, has he? Like he tried to get Sturgis to steal it — and Bode?"
"Very good, Potter, very good... But the Dark Lord knows you are not unintell —"
"NOW!" 
At once, the group shouted: "REDUCTO!" 
The towering structure swayed as a hundred glass spheres burst apart, pearly-white figures unfurled into the air and floated there, their voices echoing from who knew what long-dead past amid the torrent of crashing glass and splintered wood now raining down upon the floor —
"RUN!"
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waynewifey · 4 years
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Womanizer. —
part i.
Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Gryffindor!reader
Summary: you wake up beside the Hogwarts womanizer.
Words: 1k
Warnings: smut insinuating, swearing, sad Cedric:(
A/N: I really like how this turned out, hope you do too! Please send requests and correct me if you see anything wrong. <3
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The sunlight tickle your closed eyelids, making you force them shut. You put your right hand on your eyes, hearing a person breathing. Ugh, you thought, Lavender breathes so loudly. After a few minutes trying to sleep again, and failing, you decided it was time to wake up. You open your eyes, seeing a round window where the sun rays used to invade the room.
Where am I.
You look down, your body were covered in white sheets, nothing else. You started freaking out. You couldn’t recognise where you were or why you were naked. Something moves on your side. Someone. A boy, his hair falling on his face, covering his eyes and nose. He was pretty. You used one finger to to take his hair out, revealing his face.
No way. No, not him. Not Cedric fucking Diggory.
He was one of the most popular guy in school. A seventh grader, known for being extremely handsome and having a massive ‘body count’. Almost every girl had a crush on him. After seeing his face, you remembered all that happened the night before. You and your friends going to the hufflepuff party; Cedric approaching you with that bloody perfect smile; him taking you to his dorm; his lips on yours; your bodies colliding and all the pleasure he made you feel. You ran your hand through the (y/h/c) hair, thinking. You spotted your clothes on the floor, quickly grabbed them and got dressed in silent. He did not move. You saw the wall clock. 09:45. There was no one else in the dorm.
Fine, no witnesses, no evidence, no crime. No one has to know. If he tells someone and I deny it, they’re going to think he’s crazy and forget about it.
With that thought, you left the room, leaving him alone. It was a sunny Saturday, as you saw through the windows, and for your luck, the common room was empty. You ran through the halls, towards the Gryffindor Tower. You went directly to the girls dorm, took a shower and changed your clothes. Back down, you found your friends discussing near the fireplace.
“We already looked the entire castle, there’s nothing else to do, Hermione. She’s going to appear sometime.” Harry said.
“Who?” You said, from the stairs.
“You! Where were you? I woke up and you were gone! Actually, I don’t remember seeing you coming back at all.” Hermione stood up.
“I came back kinda late, because I, uh, decided to go for a walk after the party. And I got up early to, am, do my studies at the library.” You forced a smile, hoping they would buy your trashy excuses.
“Oh, right! We didn’t search there. Well, anyways, we’re heading to the gardens, are you coming?” Ron asked, pointing to the door. You confirmed.
At the same time, the brown haired boy was waking up, as his best friend Anthony Stonem entered the dorm. He yawned, looking around. Staring the ceiling, he smelled a sweet scent on his pillow and smiled. Then he noticed the absence of its owner.
“Where is she?” He asked.
“Who was it this time? Robert told me you had someone over but didn’t mentioned who.” Stonem said.
“(Y/n)(L/n)”
“You kidding?” Cedric denied. “Shut up! Finally, uh? You wouldn’t stop talking about her, I was already getting on my nerves. Anyway, I think I saw her when I was coming here. She was leaving the castle, probably going to the gardens with Potter, Granger and Weasley.”
Diggory jumped out of the bed, going straight to his trunk, searching for the right outfit. When finally got dressed, he blasted out of the common room, searching for (Y/n). He had a major crush on her for almost two year, but she never showed any interest in him. No, she despised him. So when they finally kissed in that party, his heart was seething with euphoria.
I’ll talk to her and invite her to a proper date. We have a Hogsmeade trip in two weeks. I’ll take her to Honeydukes and buy her any treat she wants. Great plan Cedric. he thought to himself, while walking through the corridors.
“Hey, (Y/n) can we have a word?” The pale-skinned boy said, after finding the tree you was laying under. You snorted, but got up and walked away with him. “I was wondering if you’d like to-“
“Listen. We shagged one time, it’s not going to happen ever again. I’m not going to be one of your trophies.” You cut him, talking fast. “You didn’t tell anybody, did you? Of course you did, you always do.” You rolled your eyes.
“I- no, I didn’t. I-“ He sighted, holding that lie. “You don’t want people to know about it?”
“Why would I want that?”
“Everybody does.”
“Well, then I’m not ‘everybody’. If I hear someone talking about this, I’ll kill you myself, understood?” His eyebrows furrowed together, in confusion, but he nodded lightly. “And don’t talk to me, we don’t know each other, you’re one year older than me and we don’t have anything in common, people will suspect. Just act like when we haven’t met.”
Cedric couldn’t understand. Every single girl on that school has fallen for him, why would it be different with the only one he wanted? He was deeply in love with you and you only saw him as a womanizer. Someone who wouldn’t take you seriously. He wanted to prove you that he was more than that; that he was caring and comforting; that he would always be there when you needed him to; that no matter what, he would love you unconditionally.
“Goodbye. Forever.” You said, turning around and going back to your friends.
Forever.
Forever was the amount of time that he wanted to spend with you. The amount of time that he would promise to love you when saying ‘I do’. The amount of time that he wished to make you happy.
He wanted to be yours, forever.
part ii: https://bannerbubble.tumblr.com/post/625431872171835392/womanizer
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Harry Potter preferences...
How you meet:
(Wattpad saw these first. I hope you all enjoy.)
Harry:
Regular P.O.V:
You and your best mate Hermione are walking through the Hogwarts Express trying to help your new friend Neville find his toad but you didn't seem to be having much luck, you come to a stop at a compartment with two boys, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville's lost one." "No." The ginger boy says. "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see them." Hermione loves seeing someone do magic.
Your P.O.V:
But right now I just feel completely awkward standing here, I really wish she'd hurry up. "Aghhhemm. Sunshine, daisies, butter mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!" I couldn't help but let out a slight giggle, there is no way that's a proper spell and judging by the fact the rat didn't change colour I can tell I'm right. "Are you sure that's a real spell? Well, it's not very good, is it? Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, and they've all worked for me. For example..." Hermione goes over and sits across from the young boy with glasses. She points her wand at his glasses and his tenses, he looks a little frightened, blesses him. "Oculus Reparo." The glasses, which noseband is battered, are repaired. The boy takes them off, amazed. "That's better, isn't it? Holy Cricket, you're Harry Potter. I'm Hermione Granger, this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N)...and you are...?" I give a small wave and they wave back, Now that I too realise he is Harry Potter, I become a little shy. The ginger boy speaks with a full mouth. "I'm...Ron Weasley." Hermione is a little grossed out that he speaks with a full mouth and frankly so am I. "Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." She says and gets up and leaves then come back and look at Ron. "You've got dirt, on your nose, by the way, did you know? Just there." She points to where the dirt is and I can't help but giggle, Ron scratches his nose, embarrassed. "Bye, guys pleasure to meet you," I say walking away smiling and continuing to help find Neville's toad.
Ron:
Your P.O.V:
It's my first year at Hogwarts and I'm standing in the front waiting to be sorted into a house, I can't help but feel nervous I really hope I get into Slytherin, If I don't my parents will more than likely disown me. "(Y/N) Malfoy" Professor McGonagall shouts. I make my way to the front and all I can do is hope I'm in Slytherin. I look at my older brother by a year Draco and he looks back at me hoping the same as I. "Gryffindor." The sorting hat shouts, I'm not disappointed but I feel ashamed and like my family are going to do nothing but resent me for this, I make my way to the Gryffindor table and sit next to a ginger boy who I assume is a Weasley. "Hi, I'm Ron... Ron Weasley." I guess he was so busy stuffing his face he didn't hear my name being called, hmm oh well. "(Y/N)... (Y/N) Malfoy" I say feeling a little sad. "You're a Malfoy??? I'm guessing that's why you don't look too happy about being in Gryffindor." Ron says, and he's right I'm not happy, not happy at all. "Yeah, but I'll get used to it," I say wishing that I do get used to it because from now on this is more than likely the place I'll be spending my days every holiday.
Draco:
Regular P.O.V:
You've known Draco since you were ten, you had moved to his neighboured just before your tenth birthday and your mother was throwing you a party which was more for her than you honestly. When the party day arrived you stayed downstairs for about half an hour and made your way back to your room. About an hour later a young blonde haired boy had made his way into your room, he hadn't noticed you at first, that was until you spoke. "Ahem, may I ask why you're in my room?" He turned around shocked, and you couldn't help but let out a slight giggle. "I-I..." "Let me guess hiding from everyone?" and he nodded...
Your P.O.V:
"Thought so, me too... I'm (Y/N)... (Y/N/) (Y/L/N)." I smiled at him, he looked so peculiar with his bright blonde hair. "Draco... Draco Malfoy... And wait isn't this your party? How come you're not down stair with everyone else?" I couldn't help but laugh at him, he was confused as to why I was laughing though. "You sure do ask a lot of questions. And yes this is supposed to be my party but my mother is more bothered about herself than me so I left and decided to leave her to do whatever it is she wanted. Anyway, there's a spare bedroom down the hall, second door on your right if you want to hide there." I said smiling at him. "Thank you, (Y/N)... You're a real hero." I couldn't help but aww and laugh at the same time, and I couldn't help but think that I and he would be great friends no matter what.
Neville:
Your P.O.V:
I made my way through the Hogwarts Express finding my way into an empty compartment. Not too long after a young boy about my age stepped into my compartment. "H-H-Hi, h-have yous-seen a tt-toad by a-any c-chance? I lost m-mine." I couldn't help but think how adorable he was and I couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was stuttering. "No, I'm sorry I haven't sorry... But I can help you look if you like?" I smiled nicely at him. "O-oh yes please, tt-that would be great. T-thank y-you. I-I'm Neville Longbottom by the w-w-way." He beamed at me, holding out his hand for me to shake. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), Pleasure to meet you." I shook his hand politely, and we went on our way to find his toad.
Seamus:
Your P.O.V:
I have just arrived at Hogwarts and I'm now waiting at the steps for Professor McGonagall to return. All of a sudden a young blonde boy starts speaking, "It's true then, what they're saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts." And the students start whispering among themselves. "This is Crabbe and Goyle" He nods to his dimwitted sidekicks "and I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy." The ginger boy snickers at his name. "Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand me down robe? You must be a Weasley. We'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. Don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there." And he extends his hand towards who I assume is Harry Potter. "How about you leave them alone Draco," I say making my way through the crowd. "And who are you?" He asks me quite rudely. "Why would I tell you? You're nothing but an arrogant fool, and honestly, I think Harry is able to pick his own friends unlike you... I have a feeling Daddy paid for them to be your friends." All the students start whispering again, they're all shocked at the fact that I spoke my mind and insulted a Malfoy. "My father will hear about this." I couldn't help but laugh. "Oh please do tell, I'd love to give him a piece of my mind too, for raising his kid to be nothing but a complete imbecile." He walked away with a face full of anger and to be honest that just made my day, I then made my way back to another end of the crowd. Suddenly, a boy with short brown hair came to me. "I can't believe you spoke to Malfoy like that, you're pretty fearless aren't ya." He spoke with a strong Irish accent. "Well I don't back down from someone who's so stupid and thinks he can make fun of anybody and get away with it, it's not something I'll tolerate." I grinned at him as I said that. "I'm Seamus, Seamus Finnigan... May I ask your name?" "(Y/N) (Y/L/N), nice to meet you." I smiled holding out my hand for him to shake, and he gladly obliged.
Fred:
Regular P.O.V
You've been at Hogwarts for a month now and today you were heading to detention which you received because a girl next to you was talking and when Professor McGonagall turned round to check who it was the girl blamed it on you, which you weren't very pleased about and you swore to get her back with an amazing prank. But for now detention had to come first, you reached the class and saw your aunt mima stood at the front of the class and a pair of twins sat at the front desk.
Your P.O.V
"Hello Aunt Mima, sorry I'm late... What do I have to do?" I say as nicely as I can because right now I really don't feel like being here. "Well, sweetheart you'll writing lines, now boys be nice to (Y/N) while I'm gone." And away she walked. "So Professor McGonagall is your Aunt?" One of the twins spoke. "Yep," I said not really engaged in the conversation. "What're you in detention for then?" Again with another question I thought. "Because a girl was talking in class, and she blamed it on me. But she's going to regret it trust, imma get her back big time." I said rather confidently. "Oooh I like the sound of that, what're ya planning on doing, pulling a prank?" he said rather intrigued in what I had just said and his brother seemed rather intrigued too because he turned to look at me, and watching me waiting for me to reply. "You sure do ask a lot of questions... And yes a prank, how else?" I couldn't help but laugh. "Fair point, I'm Fred by the way, Fred Weasley... And this is George, George Weasley." Really... I think to myself, really. "George, A Weasley... I never would have thought... It's not that you too like a like or anything... I'm (Y/N) McGonagall, nice meeting ya Fred and George." After that, we all just burst out laughing. This was the making of a beautiful friendship.
George:
Regular P.O.V:
You're a year younger than George and didn't really meet him until you tried out for Quidditch, you loved playing ever since you were a kid. You made the team and you met George at your first practice, you were sat mocking everyone because they were being so boring and you just wanted to have fun. Suddenly a ginger boy who looks about a year older sat next to you.
Your P.O.V:
"What are you doing?" He asked. "Mocking everyone, isn't it obvious?" I couldn't help but giggle ever so slightly. "No, haha I mean why? Are you bored or something?" I couldn't help but smile that he finally figured it out, especially since it's a little obvious I'm bored haha. "Yes it's because I'm bored, this game is supposed to be fun and this whole thing has been a complete drag, we've been here twenty minutes and we haven't even started yet... Oh, excuse me for not introducing myself. I'm (Y/N) Lovegood. You are?" I asked wondering who this stranger could be, I've seen him around I just don't know his name. "George Weasley, and to be honest I'm bored too so let's mock people together." I laughed so hard at the fact that he wanted to mock people along with me. After I finished laughing I wiped away the tears that had formed from me laughing so hard. “Ok then." I agreed and we started to mock people and it was so much funnier and better now that I had someone doing it along with me. I couldn't help but feel really happy when I'm around him, I think I've officially found myself a new best friend.
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TEN DUEL COMMANDMENTS: CHAPTER IV
SUMMARY:
After the rumor spreads that The Dark Lord has returned, a tyrant woman called Dolores Umbridge takes over Headmaster Dumbledore’s position to run the school in a way where no one can speak against the Ministry. In the middle of all the chaos, Harry Potter approaches you saying that he wants you to help him in a secret mission to teach the students how to defend themselves in case The Dark Lord infiltrates the school. However, a certain platinum-haired boy from the Inquisitorial Squad is seeking every way to win you over to his side. So you’re stranded between what you believe in and what you think is right. And right now, you aren’t willing to wait for it.
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CHAPTER IV: GOD HELP AND FORGIVE ME, I WANNA BUILD SOMETHING THAT’S GONNA OUTLIVE ME
“Can… Can we stop? I’ve been- I’ve been running up… up and down the stairs all day,” you wheezed as Harry, Ron, Lester, and Ruth raced ahead of you. Harry held his hand out.
“You can have a seat when we get there, just one more floor to go,” he said as he turned back and continued up the stairs.
“Where...” you gasped as you finally reached the seventh floor, bracing the banister. “Where are you even taking us?”
He didn’t respond as he and Ron checked the hallway for anybody, then signaled to the rest of you to follow along. When you, Ruth, and Lester made your way towards them, Harry smiled with pride as the wall behind him seemed to open up. 
“I present to you… The Room Where It Happens.”
He stepped aside, revealing a beautiful expanse, where there were students duelling, students practicing spells, and students conjuring their own Patronuses, gazing in awe as the blue glowing creatures pranced around their creators.
Now this is what Hogwarts is supposed to be. Not examinations, not protocols, not strict totalitarianism under the Ministry.
“Harry,” Ruth breathed out, absolutely speechless. You could see her eyes glistening over.
Lester looked around. “What is this place?”
“The legendary Room of Requirement,” Ron beamed.
You turned to Harry. “How did you find it? Hundreds of wizards before you have tried.”
Harry gestured to the room, allowing you to enter. “Of course we did a little research before we actually created Dumbledore’s Army,” he said. “We made sure no one else knew how to open it.”
You stepped further into the room, and everyone turned to look at the five of you.
“Alright, mates,” Ron waved his hands. “I hope you know Ruth, Lester, and Y/N. They’re going to join us.”
“Wait a minute,” you turned to Ron and Harry as Ruth and Lester walked to join the other students. “I didn’t say anything about joining you yet.”
“But clearly you’re not on Malfoy’s side!” Ron wailed.
“The enemy of my enemy is not my friend, Ron, I’m more of a neutral party.”
Harry grabbed your shoulders. “Y/N, you could be the one to help change the system. Do you support this movement?”
“Of course!”
His eyes narrowed. “Then defend it.”
“And what if you’re backing the wrong horse?”
“Y/N, things like this are what Dumbledore wanted us to be prepared for. Magic isn’t all potions and wand-waving. I’ve seen more than I can bear to retell in that damned graveyard, and I don’t want any more people learning to live with the unimaginable.”
“The unimaginable? What do you mean-”
An Asian Ravenclaw girl tapped Harry on the shoulder. “Harry, Hermione has something she needs to tell you.” She turned to you. “You must be Y/N L/N. I’m Cho Chang.”
You smiled at her. “Hi, Cho.”
She held your arm gently. “Could I have a word with you?”
The two of you moved to the side.
“So,” she glanced at Harry before looking back at you. “What made you want to join?”
“Well, it’s kind of a long story, but I’m still deciding. But don’t worry, I’m willing to keep this a secret no matter what.”
“Harry told me how you have some questions about what we do, well, we fight for Hogwarts and-”
“Yes, I know, it’s just,” you ran a hand through your hair, “is the trouble worth it?”
Cho sighed. “Actually, I was hesitant at first to join this because of how much trouble I could possibly get into. But then,” she took out her wand, closing her eyes. “I thought of Cedric.”
“Cedric Diggory?” You gasped. The boy had been murdered by The Dark Lord, but the Ministry had only called it a “tragic accident”.
“Yes,” she smiled sadly, her eyes still shut. “I thought of what he would want me to do, what he’d want all the students to do if he were still alive.”
Her wand glowed blue at the tip, and a tear slid down her cheek.
“I thought that maybe he’d want me to tell his story by fighting for what I know is right.”
The blue glowed brighter, and she held on tighter to her wand, her eyes still shut.
“I just think that if there’s a reason I’m alive in a world where Cedric doesn’t exist anymore,” she whispered wistfully, “I’m willing to wait for it.”
As she said those words, the image of a swan emerged, and danced around her, leaving a stream of misty blue gleaming in its trail.
She turned to you, tears running down her cheeks, and a determined look in her eyes as she smiled.
If she hadn’t put down her wand, you wouldn’t have realized you were crying too.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m such a bloody softie,” you giggled as you wiped away the tears on your sleeve. “I’m so sorry you had to endure that.”
She shook her head. “It’s made me stronger, no matter how much it hurts.”
You sniffed and looked up at her, feeling the tears coming back. “Ca-can I hug you?” You squeaked.
She nodded, then held her arms open for you to embrace her. You sobbed into her shoulder as she rubbed your back.
You let her go and laughed. “I’m sorry, I should be comforting you.”
“No, it’s alright. Harry cried more,” she giggled.
“What about me crying?” Harry walked over to the two of you. “Alright, Cho, what bollocks are you telling Y/N about me?”
The three of you laughed. Cho shook her head. “No, Harry, we were just talking about-”
“I’m joining,” you cut her off.
Harry turned to you, his eyes wide. “Wha-what?”
“I said,” you smiled at Cho, “I’m joining Dumbledore’s Army.”
Ron hollered a cheer. “Congratulations, Y/N! Hey, I’m sorry about how I reacted to Malfoy this afternoon. I just hate him so much,” he clenched his fists and pretended to throw a punch.
“Now, Ron,” a curly-haired girl warned him, “You know what happened the last time you tried hexing him.”
You turned to her, “You must be Hermione Granger,” you smiled.
“I heard about how Malfoy copied off your potion and took credit for it,” she whispered. “How could he possibly be a role model student?”
“Well, he didn’t exactly copy off me, he was probably just looking at how to crack the shells,” you shrugged.
“He asked you to the library tomorrow, right?” Hermione recalled.
“Well, yes, but I don’t think Harry and Ron want me to go-”
“Go.”
“Wh-what?”
“This is our chance to get information on how much the Inquisitorial Squad really knows about You-Know-Who’s return. Maybe you can slip in a question or two about it.”
“I- well, okay.”
After Harry introduced you to the other D.A. members, you walked down the stairs with Hermione, because Lester and Ruth stayed behind to talk about something with Harry.
“So you drank it,” Hermione gasped.
“I didn’t! Livina came in talking about a commotion by the stairs that never happened.”
Hermione turned to you. “Oh, yeah, about that, why the blazes did she do that?”
“I don’t know,” you replied. “She said she did it for a friend. Who on Earth could that friend possibly be?”
The two of you stopped. 
Hermione looked at you. 
You looked at Hermione.
“Livina’s a Slytherin,” Hermione thought out loud.
“And Malfoy’s a Slytherin...” you trailed off.
“Could it...be?”
You stared at each other until…
“Ha! No way!” Hermione laughed.
The two of you burst out into laughter, and talked for the rest of the night, unaware of the Slytherin girl grimly eavesdropping in on the two of you.
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Livina scrunched her nose in disgust at your conversation with Ruth. 
Her, doing something for that obnoxious Malfoy twat?
Draco was a Slytherin, yes, and so was she, but that didn’t mean they agreed on all terms. They were forced to work together because she was part of the Inquisitorial Squad, but all things considered, even her dog spoke more eloquently than him.
That was the problem of being a Slytherin, she always had a reputation to maintain.
But in reality, she loved Ravenclaws. 
She wished she had been sorted in Ravenclaw, but here pureblood mother wouldn’t settle for anything less than perfect- or rather- her idea of perfect. She knew she loved the thrill of books, and she liked a person of intelligent substance.
She liked a mind at work.
Which is why she fell in love with Lester.
Yes, dear reader, Lester Lawrence, the boy everyone knew as the biggest bookworm of his age. The boy everyone knew she teased. 
But, again, in reality, she really, really wished she could be kinder, to tell him how much he had bedazzled her with his bubbly and bright personality, but she didn’t know where to start. 
So she had settled for staring, “lightly” teasing him, and even subtly helping his friends with whatever they needed.
Earlier, she thought she had already done enough by only telling you not to drink the tea. But after she saw Lester panicking about you, and running around with a Hufflepuff girl holding onto his hand, even if it broke her heart to see someone else holding him, she decided she valued her heart over her head and took the risk of being scolded by Umbridge and her parents, and ran to Umbridge’s office to make a diversion.
Even if Umbridge was as smart as a pebble and never really knew a thing, she knew her parents would find out one way or another about her actions. She already knew the owl would come flying to her the next morning, clawing her worst nightmare as it settled down on the desk. She already knew her parents would be furious for helping a Muggle-born, and yell at her to remember her place as a pureblood. She knew they would take their quills and write out their disappointment in her for the parchment to yell in her face when she opened it.
And she already knew she would have to choose.
But she also knew she’d see Lester, happy even though she wasn’t the reason, but happy with his friends... and of course, the Hufflepuff girl.
A tear rolled down her cheek, then another, then another. Soon Livina had to brace herself against the pillars to calm her breathing, though she was already racked with sobs as she curled into a ball against the floor.
She had never wanted the world; she only wanted to give the world to the one she loved.
She would never be satisfied.
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Eternalism: Chapter VI
The day had come at last. Hermione had created something of a calendar with a piece of paper and pencil, marking down the days until the first of September, the day when her and Tom would escape from the orphanage and the clutches of Mrs. Cole to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She was so excited that she had hardly slept the night prior.
It was probably one of the best days of their young lives. Exempt from the usual chores of the day, Mrs. Cole left them to their own devices for most of the morning as they gathered their few belongings along with their school supplies into the suitcase that they had each been given.
They left Wool's Orphanage behind without so much as a glance backward, making their way across London to the Kings Cross Train Station.
It was a quarter past ten when they arrived, trudging off the bus with their luggage in tow. The train station was packed with muggles as it always was no matter the year. Making their way through the crowd, Hermione dug out her Hogwarts letter, pulling her ticket out of the envelope.
"It says we need to head to Platform 9¾," she read aloud.
Tom's face scrunched up in confusion. "I may not know much about train stations, but I know enough to know for a fact that there is no such thing as Platform 9¾."
She merely shrugged, showing him the ticket with the platform number on it. Nibbling on her bottom lip, she had to force down the urge to tell him exactly where it was and how to get through it. Of course, she couldn't tell him because she wasn't meant to know herself. Playing dumb was a lot harder than it seemed.
With not much else to go on, they headed towards platforms nine and ten. Much to their surprise, and in particular hers, there was a ticket booth sitting next to the very spot where she knew the barrier to be. Upon first glance the booth appeared to be boarded up and empty, but upon closer observation, she spotted a man inside that looked very much like a wizard.
Such a sight came as a relief to her as she had feared that they would have to wait around until a magical family came along and showed them how to get through. That was what happened the first time she had come here with her parents. If only this ticket booth had been around at that time. It would have made things a whole lot easier.
She briefly wondered why they had gotten rid of it, but cast it off to the side as she figured it wasn't all that important. She was just thankful to have it here and now.
"Excuse me, sir, but could you tell us how we might find Platform 9¾?" she marched up to the booth.
The man nodded his head. Climbing out of the booth, he pointed towards the wall beside him.
"All you have to do is run straight at this here wall, best do it with your eyes closed if you're nervous," the man explained.
Tom stared at the wall and then over at the man, bewildered at what he had just heard. "That has got to be one of the most stupid things I've ever heard."
She couldn't blame him for thinking that, as she had originally had the same reaction. It seemed totally barbaric that they expected a bunch of children to run straight into a brick wall, and even more so for those with muggle parents who were none the wiser to magic.
"I don't suppose there's any other way to access the platform?"
The man just shook his head.
The two of them took a few steps back, mentally preparing themselves to go through with this. Tom insisted that she go first, just to see if it actually worked. Had she not been sure that it would, she might have yelled at him for using her as a test subject.
With a deep breath, she picked up her suitcase, gripping it tightly as she sprinted at the wall, pulling her eyes closed seconds before she felt herself go through. For the briefest of moments, she felt as though she was floating in mid air, kind of like she had felt when she travelled back in time, only it didn't last nearly as long and it didn't make her feel like vomiting.
She opened her eyes as soon as she knew that she was safely on the other side. A smile tugged at her lips as she took in the sight of the shiny red steam engine, smoke from the engine hanging in the air enveloping the crowd of witches and wizards as they scrambled around the train.
Soon she would be going home to Hogwarts.
Stepping away from the barrier, she didn't have to wait long as Tom came running through a moment later, his eyes wide and his face as pale as a bed sheet.
"I can't believe that actually worked."
She stifled a giggle, to which he gave her a halfhearted glare.
The two of them made their way through the crowd, trying not to get jostled too much as they searched for an empty compartment. As if by instinct, Hermione headed towards the back of the train where she had always sat with Harry and Ron, but then she stopped as she remembered that there were no Harry and Ron waiting for her.
They didn't even exist yet and wouldn't for another forty-some years…
She quickly shook all such thoughts from her mind and forced herself to focus on the present, something that she had done on many occasions since her arrival. I'm not alone, she silently reassured herself. Tom is my friend now and I need to focus on helping him.
Wishing to avoid the memories that came with that particular compartment, Hermione quickly made a beeline towards the first empty compartment she could find, two compartments away from the one she usually sat in. Together they managed to load their suitcases inside, strapping them onto the shelves before sitting down next to each other.
With a good twenty minutes to waste before the train took off, Hermione and Tom pulled out a big book titled 'Hogwarts: A History' and began to read. They had spent most of their free time back at the orphanage reading all their school books in preparation. Hermione had already read all the books before, but still she re-read them to keep up appearances. They even practiced a few simple spells together in secret, which was a lot of fun.
Had she been told that she would one day find herself not only befriending Tom Riddle, but also thoroughly enjoying his company, she probably wouldn't have believed it. It was funny how these things worked.
Then, the train began to move. There was an uproar of noise as the whistle blew and everyone flocked to the windows to wave farewell to those they left behind in the station. Well, everyone except Tom and Hermione, that is. They didn't see the need to, seeing as they didn't have anyone to leave behind. Nobody would miss them while they were gone during the school year, nor would they miss anybody. They were just too happy to be leaving.
Gradually everyone quietened down and while most of the students returned to their seats, some got up and started walking around.
One such student, a second year dressed in Gryffindor robes, caught sight of them and poked her head in. Hermione thought that there was something familiar about the girl, as if she knew her from somewhere, but couldn't put her finger on where exactly.
"Hello there, you must be first years," the girl greeted them with a smile. "I saw you come in earlier and noticed that you were all alone. Would you mind if I joined you?"
Tom briefly acknowledged her with a shrug before returning his focus to the book they were reading.
Taking that as a sign, the girl sat down across from them, straightening out the folds of her skirt as she did so. No one spoke for the first few minutes, as each seemed to be waiting for the other to start.
In the end, it was Hermione who broke the silence, realizing that Tom wasn't about to do so anytime soon. "I'm Hermione Granger and this is my friend, Tom Riddle," she introduced, holding her hand out towards the girl.
"It's nice to meet you Hermione and Tom," she eagerly took the hand and shook it. "I'm Minerva McGonagall."
Hermione felt her whole body go rigid with shock. She could hardly believe her ears. The girl sitting before them was none other than her future Transfiguration Professor, Minerva McGonagall! She felt half like shrieking in delight and half like crying. She had expected that McGonagall might be around during this time, but she hadn't expected her to be so young and… a student…
"Are you alright? Did I say something to offend you?" Minerva asked, a worried expression across her face.
"No, no, not at all," she quickly shook her head. "I'm sorry, I-I'm just not used to older girls being nice to me."
It wasn't the greatest excuse, but it was the only one she could come up with on the spur of the moment.
"I understand what you mean. Some of the sixth and seventh years aren't the nicest. The head girl, Walburga Black, is particularly nasty. Thinks she's the queen of the world or something."
Hermione gulped. She knew all too well just how nasty Walburga Black could be, having been at the forefront of one of her portrait's screaming sessions. How someone like Sirius had come from someone like Walburga was beyond her comprehension. She was going to have to be awfully careful this year and try to avoid her. There was no doubt in her mind that Walburga would show no mercy in punishing those who happened to be in her way.
"So, are you two looking forward to Hogwarts?" Minerva asked, quickly abandoning the previous topic. "I was a bit nervous when I first arrived, but everyone in my house is really nice and made me feel right at home."
Hermione was about to open her mouth to answer, when she heard the compartment door slide open. Standing there was the same boy they had met at Twilfit and Tattings. It was Abaxas Malfoy.
"There you two are!" he came in and sat down next to them without even asking if he could. "I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Here we are," Tom spoke up for the first time since they had boarded the train.
"You know this boy?"
Only then did Abraxas notice the girl sitting across from them. "What do you think you're doing?" he sneered at her, eyeing the color of her robes. "Are you trying to recruit all the first years for Gryffindor or something?"
"I take it you're hoping to be sorted elsewhere."
The pale-haired boy puffed out his chest. "Of course, I intend to be sorted into the best house of them all. My whole family has been sorted into Slytherin for generations."
Hermione was sorely tempted to punch Abraxas in the nose just like she had his supposed grandson. Clearly the apple didn't fall far from the tree when it came to the Malfoy's. Abraxas was just as full of himself as both his son and grandson would be.
"I reckon my friends here want the same," Abraxas added.
Minerva rolled her eyes at the boy's antics. "It's not for you to decide for them."
They both turned their full attention towards the two of them, and though they didn't say it outright, Hermione could tell that they wanted to know their house preference.
Hermione had thought long and hard on which house she thought she might be sorted into. Obviously, she loved being a Gryffindor, but somehow she didn't know if she wanted to be one this time around. It wouldn't be the same without Harry and Ron and would bring far too many memories. No, it would be better for her to be sorted into a different house.
"I was thinking that Slytherin might be a good fit for me," Tom claimed. "I quite like snakes."
When moments passed and she failed to make a reply, Tom turned to her as well, staring at her with an odd look in his eye. It wasn't a look she had ever seen on him before, so she was unable to discern what it meant.
"None of the houses seem bad from what I read about them, but I was thinking it might be nice to be in either Ravenclaw or Slytherin."
Her answer clearly pleased both of the boys. Minerva, on the other hand, did not seem pleased at all. If anything, she looked rather put out.
"You see, some people are capable of recognizing greatness when they see it."
"Well then, I guess it's safe to say that you're all a bunch of lost causes," Minerva leapt from her seat, her nostrils flared as she stalked out of the compartment.
Hermione felt as though someone had stabbed her through the heart. Now more than ever she wanted to punch Malfoy. He had just caused the woman who would grow up to become her role model to hate her! She wanted to run out after McGonagall and explain to her that she really didn't want to be in Slytherin and that she didn't agree with Malfoy at all, but at the same time, she also didn't want to leave Tom alone with Malfoy. Who knows how much that pompous prat might influence him if she gave him half a chance.
Leaning over, she whispered in Tom's ear, "We don't have to put up with him if you don't want to."
Tom shook his head. "He's less annoying than the girl. I'd rather sit with him than with her."
She was surprised by that to say the least. After their previous encounter in Diagon Alley, she had been under the impression that they didn't like each other. Apparently she was mistaken.
She let out a sigh. Boys could be so difficult to understand sometimes.
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eowima · 4 years
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Thanks for tagging me, @forasecondtherewedwon :D
five favourite books
Le Pacte des Marchombres, by Pierre Bottero (the entire collection really, it’s just SO good)
Harry Potter and the prisoner of Azkaban, by J.K. Rowling
The Day the Crayons Quit, by Drew Daywalt and Oliver Jeffers
The Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien
L’appel de l’ange, by Guillaume Musso
five favourite drinks
Water when you desperately need it, like after a walk in the sun during summer 
Freshly squeezed orange juice
Smurfs Milkshake (haven’t had one in YEARS but there was this place when I was in College that made them and it was so gooooood, but that was back when I still had a teenage metabolism LOL)
More water because I’m pretty sure I’m actually a plant
I don’t often drink alcohol but I really like white Muscat (although I’m gone after just one glass haha xD)
five favourite songs (right now)
“Sunflower” - Post Malone
“Rewrite the Stars” - the Greatest Showman
“Another Day of Sun” - La La Land
“We Know the Way” - Moana (my kids and I know all the lyrics in Samoan and have so much fun singing them anytime we listen to that song :D)
“Hey ya” - OutKast (I don’t know, I’ve been wanting to listen to that song for a little while for some reason xD)
five favourite quotes
Translated quote from my 5yo son: “When I’m older I’m gonna teach adults how to cough and sneeze in their elbow because they keep telling kids to do it but they don’t even do it in the first place.” 
“Come on, you know how this works. You fail and then you try something else. And you fail again and again, and you fail a thousand times, and you keep trying because maybe the 1,001st idea might work. Now, I’m gonna go and try to find our 1,001st idea.” – Michael, The Good Place
“Viens m’le dire de profil si t’es un homme!” - Amombofis in Astérix et Obélix Mission Cléopâtre (one of the best French movies ever made imo xD or at least one of the funniest LOL)
“And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.” - The Perks of Being a Wallflower
“I know you’re afraid, but being afraid is all right. Because didn’t anybody ever tell you? Fear is a superpower. Fear can make you faster, and cleverer, and stronger.” - Clara Oswald in Doctor Who 
five favorite people/fictional characters
Peter Parker
Rapunzel
Hermione Granger
Amy Pond
Sherlock Holmes (I don’t know he’s just SO fascinating :O)
Tagging: anyone, everyone, do as you wish people of the internet
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typicalmidnight · 5 years
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100 Questions
1.) Name Kaleea
2.) Where are you from? Canada
3.) How old are you? 13
4.) Do you have any siblings? yes, a younger brother
5.) Pets? an aquatic frog (i kinda hate it tho)
6.) Describe yourself um smart, funnyish, sarcastic 24/7
7.) What do you do for fun? read, watch youtube and netflix, sing
8.) Do you have a job? What do you do? nope i just go to school
9.) Have you had other jobs? i used to babysit?
10.) What’s your favorite memory? i have no freaking idea
11.) What is one thing you regret? so many things
12.) What is one thing you wish you would’ve done, but didn’t? tried out for my school musical
13.) One thing about yourself you wish you could change my hair cause i cut it and regret it so much
14.) What do you love about yourself? my singing voice
15.) Who inspires you? brooke sanchez, zendaya, emma watson, idk who else
16.) Do you collect anything? no?? i don’t think so lol
17.) Do you have any fears? SPIDERS
18.) Is there anything that annoys you about your job? uh homework?? lol
19.) Can you tell us a secret about yourself? 
20.) How about another secret? :)
21.) Favorite band? One Direction
22.) What music are you currently listening to? well currently as i’m writing this, i’m listening to Eyes Wide Open by Sabrina Carpenter. but in general lots of oldish pop from 2012-2016/17
23.) Do you have a favorite song? i don’t think so
24.) Do you have a favorite movie? ooooooh ummmm spiderman: homecoming at the moment i think
25.)What’s your favorite color? purpleeee
26.) What’s your favorite place you’ve ever been to? cuba!
27.) Ever broken a promise? i mean probably, small ones tho. wait actually tho this girl that i don’t really like told me her crush and made me promise not to tell anyone but i broke that one soooooo that was a mess. regret that a lot.
28.) Do you have a favorite book? harry potter and the deathly hallows
29.) What’s your favorite school subject? language (english)
30.) Least favorite school subject? GYM
31.) What’s your favorite food? sushi
32.) How about least favorite food? so many i have no idea
33.) What’s your favorite Holiday? Christmas!!!!
34.) What makes you mad? ahhhh so much but usually my brother
35.) What makes you happy? peter parker, reading, harry potter, brooke sanchez, music
36.) Do you have a favorite scent? no, but if i had to pick i would say vanilla
38.) Do you have a favorite TV show? uhhhhh full house maybe?
39.) Can you share an extremely embarrassing moment? once i punched my crush in the face by accident...
40.) When is a time you were extremely irritated? a few weeks ago i was under a lot of stress and my friend stole my earbuds but when she said she took them she seemed like she was lying and my anxiety levels were really high (i have diagnosed anxiety okay i’m not just saying that) and she was really stressing out and i was super mad at her. that’s long sorry. also super random.
41.) Is there anybody you hate? millie bobby brown (sorry y’all that like her) and this kid in my class.
42.) What do you look for in a person? a strong personality, funny, outgoing, nice, someone i can relate too
43.) How’s the weather? sucky it’s coldddd and even tho it’s winter there’s no snow even tho i’m in CANADA and like we usually get snow but there isn’t any so that’s making me kinda mad
44.) Are you currently in school? not at the moment, but yes, i do go to school
45.) What is your goal in life? to become a professional singer maybe??
46.) Is there something you should be doing, but keep putting off? homework, cleaning my room
47.) Ever been to a concert? yes, i saw johnny orlando and mackezie ziegler, and hayden summerall, brooke butler, and johnny orlando again
48.) What was the last movie you saw in theater? fantastic beasts: the crimes of grindelwald
49.) What was the last book you read? mockingjay (hunger games trilogy)
50.) What is your favorite season? fall
51.) Do you prefer it to be hot or cold? cold i guess but i hate both
52.) Do you prefer the sun, the rain, or snow? sun, but not too hot
53.) If you could go anywhere, where would you go? paris maybe
54.) Any current travel plans? nah but i wanna go to vidcon. i might go to flordia tho possibly to go to playlist live.
55.) Do you prefer day or night? idk
56.) Are you an introvert or extrovert? in👏tro👏vert👏
57.) What is something not many people know about you? i write fics, and i actually really love writing (nobody i know in real life knows this i don’t think)
58.) Where are you right now? my living room
59.) Look in front of you. What do you see? a blanket
60.) If you could meet one person, alive or dead, who would it be? does peter parker count?
61.) Would you rather look into your future, or fix something from your past? i honestly have no idea
62.) If you could sit down with anyone in the world, and talk to them for an hour, who would you like to speak with? zendaya
63.) What was the first CD you ever owned? i don’t own any
64.) What was the first CD you ever purchased with your own money? noneee
65.) If you own any Vinyls, which was your first? um none!
66.) How many CDs do you own? 0. nobody uses cds!
67.) What relaxes you? music
68.) Do you have any talents? singing?? idk sometimes i think i’m good at it, and others i think i’m terrible
69.) If you could give yourself the ability to do anything, what would it be? like a superpower?? um be a witch like hermione granger but without a wand. or combat my anxiety and ask out my crush (he would prob say no tho i’m pretty sure he doesn’t like me back)
70.) Favorite candy? gummies
71.) Is anything bothering you right now? i’m going to a new school soon i think and i’m hella nervous
72.) Are you happy with where you are in life right now? not really, the reason i’m going to a new school is actually because of my anxiety, so i’m upset with myself for letting it take this much control over me.
73.) Is there anyone you regret ever associating with? none that i can think of
74.) Do you have a favorite memory from your childhood? uh well one time i was eating ice cream in front of my tv when i was really little. that was fun.
75.) What is your least favorite memory from your childhood. when i was 3 i had a dream cookie monster was in my basement and he was trying to eat me. that traumatized me for years.
76.) Favorite memory of your parents? idk i have terrible memory i’m sorry
77.) Do you have a least favorite memory of your parents? again, terrible memory
78.) How is your relationship with your parents? um i’m closer with my mom than my dad, but there’s other stuff i shouldn’t get into on the internet
79.) What’s your family like? good? idk
80.) Are you clean or messy? messyyyy even tho i hate messiness
81.) What is your most recent purchase? books
82.) What’s the most amount of money you’ve spent at once? i have no idea
83.) What are you saving up for? vidcon tickets
84.) How much money do you have to your name currently? a lot? idk
85.) Have you ever done anything last minute? EVERYTHING
86.) What’s the furthest in advance you’ve planned something? nothing i’m terrible at planning
87.) Are you an introvert or Extrovert? you already asked this?? in👏tro👏vert👏
88.) What’s the latest you’ve ever been out of your house? 5 am?? maybe??? i have no idea
89.) Cats or Dogs? D👏O👏G👏S👏 (i’m not against cats, just not a cat person)
90.) How long have you gone without sleep? like the longest? 22 hours i think. currently tho like 5 hours i woke up late cause i’m sick
91.) What were you like as a child? shyyyyy but also very loud if i was comfortable
92.) What do you miss from your childhood? the innocence you have when you’re a child, and not having drama all the time
93.) Do you have a favorite memory from work? i don’t workkkkkkk. but from school, we went on a trip to Washington DC and that was cool.
94.) What’s the scariest thing that’s ever happened to you? I almost got hit by a car once? (but like i almost did no joke my friend saved me tho) (happens to be the same friend who stole my earbuds)
95.) What’s a bad habit that you have? biting my nails oof
96.) What are your plans for the summer? uhhhhhhhh
97.) What was the last thing that made you happy? writing these answers
98.) What was the last picture you took on your phone? screenshot of the new spider-man trailer!!!
99.) Who was the last person you texted and why? my friends, because i was super excited about the new trailer
100.) Send me your own questions in the ask box!
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viv-heart · 7 years
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Me, You, Us 6
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Prompt: “I want to be clear: I do not like you, but I will make out with you.”
Hermione stared at Draco in shock, her glass frozen half-way on the way to her mouth.
“Look, I know that Weasley has dumped you for some stupid reason and you are trying to get smashed because of it while he has the fun of his life with his friends only a few tables away. And seriously, if I have to choose which of you feels miserable, I will always pick Weasley.”
Hermione put her glass down carefully. “And you want to make out with me because of that?”
Draco shrugged, trying to look as nonchalantly as he could muster. “You are not ugly. You are a bossy bitch, but definitely not ugly and I don’t have anything against you.”
The ‘anymore’ hung unsaid between them, but neither was willing to acknowledge it in that moment.
“What about your parents? They will get wind of it if Ronald reacts the way I expect him to.”
Draco downed his glass. “It’s not like I am going to propose to you on the spot, Granger. As long as I am not getting serious about anybody, they stay out of my business. My father will probably even say that it was a good political move, bonding with the war heroine and all that.”
“Let’s get it over with then,” Hermione said and Draco grinned.
“As you wish.”
He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers reluctantly at first, but with more pressure and enthusiasm as soon as he felt her respond. He pulled her closer, an arm around her waist, the other getting tangled in the wild curls of hers.
Hermione relaxed into his touch, enjoying the feeling of his lips on hers. For two people kissing each other just to spite a third, they were having too much fun, if the bulge in Draco’s pants pressing against her stomach was any indication.
“What do you think you are doing?”
At Ron’s voice, Draco and Hermione pulled apart, but didn’t let go of each other.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Hermione asked coldly, staring daggers into Ron.
“But that’s-”
“Why do you care who I am kissing, Ronald?” Hermione let go of Draco, who was barely managing to hide his amusement, and crossed her arms over her chest. “You have no say in this matters anymore. Now if you could excuse us, I would like to continue what you have interrupted.”
Draco raised an eyebrow at that but followed Hermione outside nevertheless, leaving the stunned Ron behind.
“Were you serious-” Draco couldn’t even finish his sentence when Hermione kissed him again, this time a lot rougher.
He didn’t hesitate and returned the kiss, switching their place so she was pressed against the outside wall of the Leaky Cauldron.
“We should go somewhere else, unless you want your ex to catch us in the middle of it,” Draco said breathlessly, when he finally pulled away.
Hermione bit her lip, trying to hide her smile. “You are a better kisser than expected Malfoy. But I can’t.”
Draco’s face fell and he stepped back from her. “I understand.”
“That’s not it!” Hermione’s cheeks were blazing hot, and she had trouble looking at him, a mixture of amusement and embarrassment showing on her face. “It’s just that I am on my period.”
Draco groaned, running a hand over his face. “This is just great! I finally, finally get a shot with you and you are on your damn period! This has to be a joke!”
Hermione stared at him in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
“Do you really think I would snog somebody just to spite Weasley?”
At Hermione’s look, Draco groaned again. “Yes, you are right. I probably would. But I didn’t. Or at least not completely.”
Hermione had crossed her arms again, studying him. “What exactly are you trying to say, Malfoy?”
“That I fancy you, for Merlin’s sake, Granger! Do I have to spell it out for you?”
Hermione smirked, enjoying his distress. “What did you say about not liking me?”
Draco stopped and glared at her. “You are making fun of me!”
At Hermione’s shrug he ran a hand through his hair. “Fine. You have won. What now, Granger?”
“How about you ask me out properly, Malfoy? I will admit that I have never contemplated this before, but today was fun. And before you get any ideas – I really am on my period.”
Draco snorted. “You are evil, you know. But fine.” He dropped to his knee and took her hand, drawling in the most theatrical fashion he could muster. “Dearest Hermione, will you go out with me not just to spite your foolish ex but because I actually like you?”
Hermione covered her mouth with her free hand in an attempt to hide her laughter, failing at it miserably.
Draco stood up and watched her in amusement. “You know you didn’t give me an answer yet,” he drawled when she finally calmed down.
Hermione stepped towards him, a smile on her lips and whispered, “how about you ask me during dinner tomorrow?”. With that, she apparated away, leaving a gobsmacked Draco behind.
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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years
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Written In The Stars XXXIX (Harry Potter xF!Oc)
A/N: This book featured Ron and Harry’s gif nonstop and that’s bc their facial expressions throughout the whole movie were iconic.
Words: 4,105
Warnings: Blood on the walls, mentions of death
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Chapter Twenty-One: The Chamber of Secrets.
"I have good news," Professor McGonagall told the students during breakfast one Friday morning.
"Dumbledore's coming back!" Several people yelled joyfully.
"You've caught the Heir of Slytherin!" squealed a girl at the Ravenclaw table.
"Quidditch matches are back on!" roared Wood excitedly.
"Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last." McGonagall said above the other voices, "Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. I need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with our catching the culprit."
"It won't matter that we never asked Myrtle, then!" Ron said cheerfully, they'd been pushing back their talk cause it was impossible to get a moment alone. "Hermione'll probably have all the answers when they wake her up! Mind you, she'll go crazy when she finds out we've got exams in three days' time. She hasn't studied. It might be kinder to leave her where she is till they're over."
Silently and looking quite affected, Ginny sat down next to Ron, throwing nervous glances over her shoulder every five seconds.
"What's up?" asked Ron.
Ginny remained silent, looking for something, someone.
"Spit it out," said Ron, watching her.
"Don't be rude," Mel frowned, turning to Ginny and asking. "Gin?"
"I've got to tell you something," Ginny finally mumbled, avoiding their eyes.
"What is it?" asked Harry.
The girl was struggling, she opened her mouth and closed it again.
"What?" Ron urged.
Harry leaned closer so only them were able to hear.
"Is it something about the Chamber of Secrets? Have you seen something? Someone acting oddly?"
Ginny made the tiniest nod, and just when she was about to speak...
"If you've finished eating, I'll take that seat, Ginny. I'm starving, I've only just come off patrol duty." Percy said demandingly, appearing out of nowhere.
Ginny jumped and, with wide eyes, stood up and walked away without saying a word.
"Percy!" Ron exclaimed. "She was just about to tell us something important!"
"What sort of thing?" Percy asked, almost spilling his cup of tea on the table.
"I just asked her if she'd seen anything odd, and she started to say-" Percy cut his speech short.
"Oh - that - that's nothing to do with the Chamber of Secrets," He said.
"How do you know?" Ron frowned.
"Well, er, if you must know, Ginny, er, walked in on me the other day when I was - well, never mind - the point is, she spotted me doing something and I, um, I asked her not to mention it to anybody. I must say, I did think she'd keep her word. It's nothing, really, I'd just rather -"
Percy was bright red.
"What were you doing, Percy?" Ron grinned. "Go on, tell us, we won't laugh."
"More than we already are, at least," Mel teased.
Percy wasn't amused.
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"Mark my words," Lockhart said, as he guided them to their next class. "The first words out of those poor Petrified people's mouths will be 'It was Hagrid.' Frankly, I'm astounded Professor McGonagall thinks all these security measures are necessary."
Mel was about to snap at him when Harry interrupted her thoughts.
"I agree, sir," He said, Ron dropped his books in surprise.
"Thank you, Harry," said Lockhart, not bothering to help Mel and Ron to pick up his things. "I mean, we teachers have quite enough to be getting on with, without walking students to classes and standing guard all night..."
"That's right," Ron nodded, grabbing the books Mel was handing back to him. "Why don't you leave us here, sir, we've only got one more corridor to go -"
"What are you-?" Harry pinched her arm before she could finish her question.
"You know, Weasley, I think I will," said Lockhart. "I really should go and prepare my next class -"
He rushed back down the corridor.
"Prepare his class," Ron mocked. "Gone to curl his hair, more like."
"What was all that?" Mel raised a brow.
"Don't you want to know what Myrtle has to say about her own attack?"
The curiosity was bigger than her need to get to class. They'd barely moved a few feet away from the hall when McGonagall ran into them.
"What are you doing?"
"We were -we were-" Ron stammered. "We were going to - to go and see -"
"Hermione," Harry said quickly. "We haven't seen her for ages, Professor, and we thought we'd sneak into the hospital wing, you know, and tell her the Mandrakes are nearly ready and, er, not to worry -"
"The truth is," Mel interrupted when she noticed Harry was running out of words, "I've been having the most terrible nightmares, Professor. The boys tried to help but it hasn't been of use, they're doing this so I can see Hermione and... and convince myself that she's going to be fine."
Ten heavy seconds passed before McGonagall spoke again.
"Of course," she said, the tiniest tear threatening to leave the corner of her eye. "Of course, I realize this has all been hardest on the friends of those who have been... I quite understand. Yes, of course, you may visit Miss Granger. I will inform Professor Binns where you've gone. Tell Madam Pomfrey I have given my permission."
They walked away in stunned silence.
"Did we just... managed to trick McGonagall?" Mel asked in amazement.
"That," said Ron proudly, "was the best story you've ever come up with."
Harry and Mel shared a look, grinning.
"We have to make a stop at the hospital wing now, though," Mel said, "otherwise McGonagall will know we lied. That could affect us in the future."
"Future?" Harry smiled. "Are you planning to get into more mischief, Mellow?"
"One can't be too careful," She replied with a small smile.
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"Wonder if she did see the attacker, though?" said Ron, looking at Hermione's face. "Because if he sneaked up on them all, no one'll ever know..."
"That's why we're going to ask Myrtle," Mel sighed, pushing some baby hairs away from her friend's face.
She glanced at Harry and noticed he was staring at Hermione's right hand. He leaned closer, examining their friend's fingers.
"All right there, Glasses?"
Harry quietly pointed to something on Hermione's hand. Mel got a closer look and realized there was a piece of paper inside it.
"Get it out," Ron whispered.
Harry struggled trying not to tear it apart. Mel and Ron sat closer to each other so Pomfrey couldn't see what he was doing. Finally, he straightened up with the paper on his hand. It was a torn page from a book, Harry unfolded it and sat next to Mel so the three of them could read it.
'Of the many fearsome beasts and monsters that roam our land, there is none more curious or more deadly than the Basilisk, known also as the King of Serpents. This snake, which may reach gigantic size and live many hundreds of years, is born from a chicken's egg, hatched beneath a toad. Its methods of killing are most wondrous, for aside from its deadly and venomous fangs, the Basilisk has a murderous stare, and all who are fixed with the beam of its eye shall suffer instant death. Spiders flee before the Basilisk, for it is their mortal enemy, and the Basilisk flees only from the crowing of the rooster, which is fatal to it.'
Under the text there was one word written in Hermione's handwriting, it said 'Pipes.'
"This is it," Harry breathed, "This is the answer. The monster in the Chamber's a basilisk - a giant serpent! That why I've been hearing that voice all over the place, and nobody else has heard it. It's because I understand Parseltongue..."
"So it is a giant snake," Mel gulped. "I've never wished to be more wrong in my life."
"The basilisk kills people by looking at them. But no one's died- because no one looked it straight in the eye. Colin saw it through his camera. The basilisk burned up all the film inside it, but Colin just got Petrified. Justin... Justin must've seen the basilisk through Nearly Headless Nick! Nick got the full blast of it, but he couldn't die again... and Hermione and that Ravenclaw prefect were found with a mirror next to them. Hermione had just realized the monster was a basilisk. I bet you anything she warned the first person she met to look around corners with a mirror first! And that girl pulled out her mirror- and-"
"It was right behind them," Mel continued quietly, "because everyone else was outside to watch the match."
"And Mrs. Norris?" Ron asked.
"The water..." Harry said, deep in thought. "The flood from Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. I bet you Mrs. Norris only saw the reflection... The crowing of the rooster... is fatal to it! Hagrid's roosters were killed! The Heir of Slytherin didn't want one anywhere near the castle once the Chamber was opened! Spiders flee before it! It all fits!"
"But how's the basilisk been getting around the place?" said Ron. "A giant snake... Someone would've seen..."
Harry and Mel pointed at the word scribbled on the page.
"Pipes," Harry retorted. "Pipes... Ron, it's been using the plumbing. I've been hearing that voice inside the walls..."
"Hermione, you're brilliant!" Mel exclaimed, rereading the paper.
"The entrance to the Chamber of Secrets!" Ron shook Harry's arm. "What if it's a bathroom? What if it's in-"
"Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, "said Harry. "This means, I can't be the only Parselmouth in the school. The Heir of Slytherin's one, too. That's how he's been controlling the basilisk."
"What're we going to do?" said Ron, whose eyes were flashing. "Should we go straight to McGonagall?"
"Yes!" Mel stood up eagerly. "I bet McGonagall will know what to do now, maybe they'll get Dumbledore!"
"Let's go to the staff room," said Harry, standing up as well. "She'll be there in ten minutes. It's nearly break."
They made their way back to the teachers room, but the wait wasn't long before they had another setback.
"All students to return to their House dormitories at once." McGonagall's voice echoed through the walls, "All teachers return to the staff room. Immediately, please."
Harry turned to look at his friends.
"Not another attack? Not now?"
"What'll we do?" said Ron. "Go back to the dormitory?"
"No," Harry looked around and pointed to an old wardrobe. "In here. Let's hear what it's all about. Then we can tell them what we've found out."
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"It has happened," she told the silent staff room. "A student has been taken by the monster. Right into the Chamber itself."
Professor Flitwick let out a squeal. Professor Sprout clapped her hands over her mouth. Snape gripped the back of a chair very hard and said, "How can you be sure?"
"The Heir of Slytherin," said Professor McGonagall, who was very white, "left another message. Right underneath the first one. 'Her skeleton will lie in the Chamber forever.'"
Professor Flitwick burst into tears.
"Who is it?" said Madam Hooch, who had sunk, weak-kneed, into a chair. "Which student?"
"Ginny Weasley," said Professor McGonagall.
Ron sat back beside her, Mel gripped his shoulder as her mind drifted somewhere else, refusing to believe Ginny was permanently gone.
"We shall have to send all the students home tomorrow," said Professor McGonagall. "This is the end of Hogwarts. Dumbledore always said..."
The staffroom door banged open again. For one wild moment, Harry was sure it would be Dumbledore. But it was Lockhart, and he was beaming.
"So sorry - dozed off - what have I missed?"
Mel scoffed, Harry nudged her arm to remind her to stay silent so the teachers couldn't tell they were there. Ron was shaking, she knew because she'd kept her hand on him, trying to give some sort of comfort.
"Just the man," Snape said with a nasty smile. "The very man. A girl has been snatched by the monster, Lockhart. Taken into the Chamber of Secrets itself. Your moment has come at last."
Lockhart's eyes widened.
"That's right, Gilderoy," continued Professor Sprout. "Weren't you saying just last night that you've known all along where the entrance to the Chamber of Secrets is?"
"I - well, I -" sputtered Lockhart.
"Yes, didn't you tell me you were sure you knew what was inside it?" added Professor Flitwick.
The teachers seemed to be having a pleasant time torturing Lockhart.
"D-did I? I don't recall -"
"I certainly remember you saying you were sorry you hadn't had a crack at the monster before Hagrid was arrested," said Snape. "Didn't you say that the whole affair had been bungled, and that you should have been given a free rein from the first?"
"I - I really never - you may have misunderstood -"
"We'll leave it to you, then, Gilderoy," said Professor McGonagall. "Tonight will be an excellent time to do it. We'll make sure everyone's out of your way. You'll be able to tackle the monster all by yourself. A free rein at last."
"Looks like the lies finally caught up with him," Mel whispered to Harry, who just nodded in agreement.
"V-very well," he said. "I'll - I'll be in my office, getting... getting ready." He left in a hurry.
"Right," said McGonagall, "that's got him out from under our feet. The Heads of Houses should go and inform their students what has happened. Tell them the Hogwarts Express will take them home first thing tomorrow. Will the rest of you please make sure no students have been left outside their dormitories."
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An hour after the news spread, Mel was sitting next to Ron, his brothers, and Harry, with no words of comfort. The only thing she'd been able to do as soon as she saw the twins was hug them and mumble some apologies for the time she'd spent not speaking to them, she considered that the whole affair had been silly and lacked importance, now any of that mattered.
They didn't talk much, no one had the spirit to chat about anything with Ginny's disappearance hanging above them like a ghost, Mel's head hurt because of the stress, she wanted to do something- more yet, she could do something- the three of them could, they knew the answer, then what were they waiting for?
"She knew something," said Ron after the twins left the common to go to bed, even though it was barely seven o'clock. "That's why she was taken. It wasn't some stupid thing about Percy at all, she'd found out something about the Chamber of Secrets. That must be why she was-" Ron stopped short, he rubbed his eyes harshly. When he talked again his voice sounded hoarse, "I mean, she was a pureblood. There can't be any other reason."
Harry didn't reply, he was just as affected.
They could do something, they knew.
"Guys," said Ron. "D'you think there's any chance at all she's not- you know..."
Harry remained silent. However, Mel stood up again, she'd finally made up her mind.
"We must tell them," She demanded, "we know where the chamber is, and we know what the monster is," She took a deep breath, "that gives us an advantage, and whether Ginny is... or not, at least we have a chance to... to bring her back."
She was hoping that maybe, if they were lucky enough, Ginny could still be alive- perhaps a little injured, but alive. Ron was the first to agree.
"D'you know what?" He said. "I think you're right. We should go and see Lockhart. Tell him what we know. He's going to try and get into the Chamber. We can tell him where we think it is, and tell him it's a basilisk in there."
No one tried to stop them, perhaps because they were too sad and miserable to start any arguments, or maybe they could see Mel's decided expression as they crossed the common room, knowing no one would be capable to stop her. They made their way to Lockhart's office and he opened the door only a little, he looked disheveled and exhausted.
"Oh - Mr. Potter - Mr. Weasley- Miss Dumbledore," He stammered. "I'm rather busy at the moment - if you would be quick -"
"Professor, we've got some information for you," said Harry. "We think it'll help you."
"Er - well - it's not terribly -" Lockhart's face got redder with every word. "I mean - well all right -"
He opened the door, as they entered, he'd been packing and putting all his things in order, running away.
"Are you going somewhere?" asked Harry, guessing what was going on.
"Er, well, yes," said Lockhart. "Urgent call - unavoidable - got to go -"
"What about my sister?" Ron asked in outrage.
"Well, as to that - most unfortunate -" said Lockhart, avoiding their eyes as he wrenched open a drawer and started emptying the contents into a bag. "No one regrets more than I -"
"You're the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher!" said Harry. "You can't go now! Not with all the Dark stuff going on here!"
"Well - I must say - when I took the job -" Lockhart muttered, now piling socks on top of his robes. "nothing in the job description - didn't expect -"
"You mean you're running away?" said Harry disbelievingly. "After all that stuff you did in your books -"
"Books can be misleading," said Lockhart delicately.
"You wrote them!" Harry shouted.
"My dear boy," said Lockhart, straightening up and frowning at Harry. "Do use your common sense. My books wouldn't have sold half as well if people didn't think Id done all those things. No one wants to read about some ugly old Armenian warlock, even if he did save a village from werewolves. He'd look dreadful on the front cover. No dress sense at all. And the witch who banished the Bandon Banshee had a harelip. I mean, come on -"
"So you've just been taking credit for what a load of other people have done?" said Harry incredulously.
"Harry, Harry," said Lockhart, shaking his head impatiently, "it's not nearly as simple as that. There was work involved. I had to track these people down. Ask them exactly how they managed to do what they did. Then I had to put a Memory Charm on them so they wouldn't remember doing it. If there's one thing I pride myself on, it's my Memory Charms. No, it's been a lot of work, Harry. It's not all book signings and publicity photos, you know. You want fame, you have to be prepared for a long hard slog."
He banged the lids of his trunks shut and locked them.
"Let's see," he said. "I think that's everything. Yes. Only one thing left."
He pulled out his wand and turned to them.
"Awfully sorry, but I'll have to put a Memory Charm on you now. Can't have you blabbing my secrets all over the place. Id never sell another book -"
"You shouldn't sell another book!" Mel snapped, "You hideous, horrible man! You're useless! We have a way to save Ron's sister and you don't care at all!"
She was terribly angry, so angry that she started to shake.
Only that the trunks did as well, and the furniture moved heavily as if trying to match the rest, the room had a sudden boost of energy that cornered Lockhart against the desk, he looked around with wide eyes, reminding her of Quirrel the time she'd throw him across the room by accident. It relieved a bit of her anger to know that the man was afraid.
"Expelliarmus!" Harry had gotten a hold of his wand and was pointing it to Lockhart, the teacher's wand flew towards him and Ron caught it, throwing it out the window.
The trunks and furniture stopped moving, her breathing slowed down. Lockhart laid on the ground, utterly terrified. Mel was pointing directly at his chest as a safety measurement, she didn't know any harmful spells, but Lockhart didn't know that.
"Shouldn't have let Professor Snape teach us that one," said Harry furiously, kicking Lockhart's trunk aside. Lockhart was looking up at him, feeble once more. Harry was still pointing his wand at him.
"What d'you want me to do?" said Lockhart weakly. "I don't know where the Chamber of Secrets is. There's nothing I can do."
"You're in luck," said Harry, forcing Lockhart to his feet at wandpoint. "We think we know where it is. And what's inside it. Let's go."
They took the teacher to the girls' toilet and made him go in first, Myrtle received them with the same excitement as usual.
"Oh, it's you," She said. "What do you want this time?"
"To ask you how you died," Harry replied.
Mel stood near the door with her wand ready, in case Lockhart tried to escape.
"Ooooh, it was dreadful," Myrtle answered, though she'd never looked happier. "It happened right in here. I died in this very stall. I remember it so well. I'd hidden because Olive Hornby was teasing me about my glasses. The door was locked, and I was crying, and then I heard somebody come in. They said something funny. A different language, I think it must have been. Anyway, what really got me was that it was a boy speaking. So I unlocked the door, to tell him to go and use his own toilet, and then- I died."
"That's it?" Mel frowned.
"How?" said Harry.
"No idea," said Myrtle. "I just remember seeing a pair of great, big, yellow eyes. My whole body sort of seized up, and then I was floating away... And then I came back again. I was determined to haunt Olive Hornby, you see. Oh, she was sorry she'd ever laughed at my glasses."
"Where exactly did you see the eyes?" said Harry.
"Somewhere there," Myrtle pointed toward the sink in front of her toilet.
Ron and Harry rushed over to the sink, Lockhart stepped back and turned, but he found Mel standing on the door and glaring at him. He gulped and went back to the center of the room, shaking like a little puppy.
"That tap's never worked," said Myrtle brightly as the kids approached it.
"Harry," said Ron. "Say something. Something in Parseltongue."
"But -" Harry tilted his head, he was watching something on the edge of the tap. "Open up."
He looked back at Ron, who shook his head.
"English."
Harry stared intently at the sink, it was quite an odd scene to be looking at. When he spoke again, it was that same strange hissing sound he'd made during the dueling club. It happened immediately, the tap sank on the ground and revealed a large pipe, they could fit in it properly. That was it, the entrance to the chamber of secrets.
"I'm going down there," Harry said.
"Me too," said Ron and Mel in unison.
"Well, you hardly seem to need me," said Lockhart, slightly more cheerful than moments ago. "I'll just -"
"Professor," Mel frowned, "you're not leaving."
"You can go first," Ron offered.
"Kids," he said, his voice feeble. "Kids, what good will it do?"
But he'd approached the pipe, and it was looking at it reluctantly.
Harry pocked him in the back with his wand. Lockhart sat on the ground and hung his legs over the pipe entrance.
"You'll do a great job, don't worry," Mel walked up to him with a smile, "if the monster is hungry we'll just feed it with you and it'll leave us alone... See? Isn't that a brilliant idea? Guess I'm not so short-minded."
Lockhart blushed a deep shade of red.
"I really don't think -" He started, but Ron pushed him over the edge. He vanished.
Both boys looked at her.
"That was a bit hard, you know?" Ron mentioned. "We won't actually offer him to the basilisk as lunch, are we?"
"Of course we won't," Mel replied, "but he really shouldn't have called me stupid during the year. I'm not stupid."
Harry lowered himself into the pipe, then he let go.
"Are we ever going to have a normal term?" She asked as Ron slid into the pipe entrance.
"Let's just hope we survive this one, then we worry about the rest," He replied before vanishing into the darkness.
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Fact or Fiction: Chapter Seventeen
Rated M for abuse, sexual content, and discussion of rape/non-con.  Canon-typical violence.
Summary: It’s Ral Zarek’s sixth year at Hogwarts. And everything would be fine if Jace wasn’t totally occupied with his new girlfriend, to the point where it’s honestly kind of weird, and Ral’s starting to be concerned. Now if only everyone would stop telling Ral he’s just jealous and LISTEN to him…after all, he’s NOT just jealous, right? (Sequel to Send to Sleep.)
Ships: Jace Beleren/Ral Zarek, Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Luna Lovegood/Hermione Granger, Nissa Revane/Chandra Nalaar, Elspeth Tirel/Teysa Karlov
A/N: Many, many thanks to @paperclipminimizer for beta-ing and checking my timeline, as well as answering all my questions about Harry Potter. Thanks also to Juri, @dragons-suck, and everyone on Sketchydoodles’ Vorthos server for listening to me rant about this thing as it took shape.
Also available on AO3 and FFnet.
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen: Moonlit Wake
           The moon was rising above the treetops of the little glade, a thin, silvery-white crescent. Jace looked up at it, took a deep breath, and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. His other hand was currently occupied with Ral’s, and the other boy awkwardly tightened his grip as Jace’s breathing changed.
           It had turned out to be pretty easy to slip away from the school by night these days—all they’d had to do was ask for permission to sleep on the lawn, and then set up a drowsiness potion that Kallist had blown over towards the prefects. Guiltily, Jace shifted from foot to foot, but it wasn’t really betraying anyone’s trust, because it was for a good cause.
           “Okay, we’re all clear!” Chandra called from the other side of the clearing, and Jace took another deep breath. Everybody was here.
           “Lumos,” he croaked, and the end of his wand flared with white light. After a moment, there was a murmured chorus of echos, and eleven more lights blossomed in the thick darkness of the Forbidden Forest. Chandra hurried into the clearing, holding onto Nissa’s hand tightly. Jace didn’t think they’d stopped holding onto each other since Nissa woke up, not that he was in any position to judge, he supposed.
           “Ouch,” Ral said irritably at his ear. “You’re squeezing too hard.”
           “Sorry.” Jace forced himself to relax his hold on his friend’s hand. Okay. Everyone here was a friend. Everyone here would help. He just needed to tell them what he needed. Taking another deep breath, he let go of Ral’s hand for long enough to give a halfhearted wave at everyone assembled in the clearing. Elspeth was closest to him and Ral, standing between Teysa and Ajani. Behind her, Tamiyo and Narset waved their wands at him. Dack’s wand hung down over Narset’s shoulder, but he grinned at Jace from his position slung down over their backs. Gideon and Koth, who had been checking the other side of the clearing, were just coming back, their little lights twinkling as they moved. Above Jace, Kallist created a miniature ball of flickering light, and behind him, he felt Mirko’s cool presence.
           “Hi, um. Thanks for coming. We haven’t really had a Sleep Club Meeting for, um, a few semesters now, I guess. And this isn’t exactly Sleep Club stuff, but I—” Breathe in, breathe out, keep talking. “—I trust all of you. This is Teysa Karloff, by the way, I know you guys have all met her, but, um, I guess she’s sort of an honorary member now. Anyway.”
           He found himself pacing in front of the lake’s edge. Jace wasn’t quite sure why he’d chosen this particular location, but it was far away from the school, and a part of the forest that wasn’t terribly occupied by much of anything—partly because it was at the edge of Mirko’s hunting range, so anything staying here would have to constantly fight through a lowgrade sense of unease. Which wasn’t currently affecting any of them, but that was because Mirko was specifically protecting them, as Jace had asked them to.
           “By now I guess everybody knows what Liliana Vess did to me,” he managed, and it came out almost easily, although there was still a soft, bitter refrain in Jace’s head of, Why didn’t you notice? “So, the thing is. When I stopped her from—when I finally stopped her from cursing Ral—” That came out less easily. Ral’s hand fell from Jace’s shoulder to his waist, and, to his surprise, Ral pulled him quietly against him in a half-embrace. It only lasted for a moment, but the contact was enough to steady him. Ral was all right.
           “You saved my ass, in fact,” Ral murmured in Jace’s ear, and Jace glanced at him in surprise. “Nah, you’re not projecting, I just know how you think.”
           “I went into her head so that I could stay ahead of her.” Jace locked eyes with Teysa for a moment, and she gave him a discreet nod. “And it worked bloody well, I’d have killed her if Professor Lovegood hadn’t stopped me. I still wish I had.”
           “Wish I could’ve killed her,” Ral muttered under his breath.
           “But I’ve still got the memories in my head.” Jace pressed a knuckle against his forehead. “Which fucking sucks, frankly, and if that weren’t bad enough, the Ministry tried to get them away from me. I don’t want them to have these, I don’t think they should have these, because I don’t trust a bunch of random strangers who are part of the government that thought it would be a great idea to experiment on me as a child.” His voice was rising, and he had to pause and take a deep breath. “I want these out of my head, but I don’t think I should erase them, because someday it might be really important for someone to have this knowledge.” He managed to crack a faint smile. “I’d just really rather it was someone I trusted.” Okay, he was doing great, everyone was nodding. He just needed to explain the next bit as well. “There’s something else, too. Emmara was—she was a real person.”
           He saw it the moment they all realized. Ral had known already, of course, but Jace hadn’t told anyone else. He hadn’t been able to, until now. Elspeth’s mouth opened in a ‘O’ of horror; Teysa’s mouth twisted to the side. Tamiyo and Narset both put their hands to their mouths, Dack staring from behind them with wide eyes. Chandra actually twisted to the side, letting a sudden burst of flame loose from her outstretched hand. She stared at it in consternation for a moment, before Nissa pulled her close and held her.
           “She was a good person,” Jace continued. He had to keep going, or he wouldn’t be able to finish saying what he needed to say. The horrified, sympathetic look on Ajani’s face might choke off his ability to speak if he didn’t hurry. “We were going to be really good friends, but I—I only knew her for a few days before she died. Um. She was actually a few years older than us. She’d finished up at Beauxbatons the year before, and she was studying to be a healer.” His face was wet, and his voice was cracking. “And she really liked dolls, so I—I got her this.” He pulled the little blonde doll out of his robes. “I was going to give it to her as a thank-you for putting up with—with the amount I talked about R-Ral for n-no good reason.” Fuck. It was getting hard to talk around the tears.
           Ral’s hand tightened around his again. Gideon was nodding encouragingly, one hand shaped into a fist. Jace inhaled deeply. “I never gave it to her, because—well. It didn’t seem right anymore.” Because when you were suddenly dating someone, it seemed strange to give them a thank-you present for listening to you babble about someone you thought you’d had a crush on and now suddenly didn’t. Because his whole relationship with Emmara had changed. Because it wasn’t Emmara anymore. Because—
           It was hard to see the little doll through the haze of tears over his eyes. Grinding his teeth together, Jace forced the words out. “I don’t want these memories anymore, I don’t want to see her dying. I don’t want to see her being murdered from the point of view of the person who murdered her. So I’m going to take the memories out and put them in this and obliviate myself.” He held up the little vial of pensieve potion that he, Ral, and Teysa had quietly removed from Professor Malfoy’s locked Potions cupboard. They probably could’ve just asked, and maybe before this semester Jace would have, but right now he felt that the fewer people who knew about this without being directly involved the better. “I feel like the Ministry might’ve been right, though, a little bit. I mean, maybe these will be really important someday. Maybe it’ll become imperative that we have some of this knowledge, to—to protect people. So I want to be able to get them back if I have to. But, um, I don’t really trust a lot of people right now.” Jace ran out of breath, his words tripping over themselves as he went faster and faster because he had too much to say, and it was getting harder and harder to say it.
           Staring directly at the silver glow of his wand helped because it narrowed the world around him to that single mote of light. “I trust all of you.” The words came out monotonous and hollow, sounding fake to Jace’s ears, but he meant them as much as he could. “If—if you don’t want to help me, that’s fine, but it’d be good if you could leave now. What I want to do is hide the pensieve with the doll somewhere in the Forbidden Forest and then split up all the memories so that all of you only remembers a bit of where they are. So that if they’re needed, we’ll all have to agree that they’re needed before we can find them. But, um, I—I understand that you might not want me fucking about with your head like that, so—so—of course anybody who wants to can leave.” He thought about mentioning the redundancies he was going to try to build into the spell in case of someone dying or something worse, but he decided not to. A flicker of Teysa in his mind commended him for being appropriately paranoid.
           There was a long pause, and Jace shut his eyes, letting only the bright pink-green afterimages dance in front of his retinas. There were a few murmurs, and then Chandra said loudly, “Glad to see you’re still an idiot, idiot. Of course we’re going to help.”
           Jace took in a sudden, hasty breath and tried to brush the tears away from his eyes, but they were flowing too fast for that. “Thanks,” he managed to get out through a sobbing hiccup. “Okay. Can all of you come a little closer so I can be sure I have enough light?”
           The first step was going to be the hardest, because Jace was going to have to perfectly copy what Professor Malfoy had done to extract Jace’s memories for the Bottled Dreams potion. Jace had really hoped he’d do a proper incantation, but he’d done it wandlessly. Of course. That whole thing had been a horrible exercise in trying to keep secrets while sharing someone else’s mind, but then he’d already kind of been doing that every time he’d gone into Ral’s head lately as well.
           Shutting his eyes again, Jace pointed his wand at his temple and focused on the remembered sensation of the memories traveling from a mind to the wand, focused on the strange new tug and coiling and the not-quite-words Draco had used to move them. At first, it felt like his head was going to come apart into two pieces, but he gritted his teeth and yanked harder. There was a moment of unraveling tension, and he felt the memories begin to flow into the wand.
           He had to open his eyes to begin the transfer from his wand to the pensieve vial, and he had an unpleasant moment of vertigo when he thought he was going to lose the spell, but though his vision blurred, he managed to hold the wand steady. The memories glistened in the wand-light as he kept unraveling in his mind, pushing them toward the vial. It became a little easier once there was arc from his mind to the vial, the liquid pulling the memories along, almost seeming to make a place for them. Thank god for his Legilimency lessons; Jace was pretty sure he’d never have been able to manage this if he hadn’t already been intimately acquainted with playing around with the inside of his own head.
           By the time the last of Liliana’s memories slid sluggishly into the vial, Jace was sweaty and trembling, and the only reason he was still upright was because of Ral’s firm arm around his waist. He leaned backward against his friend, trying to get his breath.
           “You okay?”
           “Just—give me a minute.”
           If you’re lucky, you get to be snogging Ral in a few hours, his tired brain reminded him. Just had to get through this. Pushing himself up against Ral’s arms, he staggered upright again. “Okay. Since no one’s left, I’m just going to stasis it under the lake—”
           “Let me do it, Jace.” He didn’t know when Elspeth had gotten so close, but it was a relief to be able to pass the vial to her, especially since he knew he still had to perform an Obliviate spell on himself and a modified version of it on the rest of the students after that.
           “Thanks,” he whispered, though he still had a small twinge as he let go of the vial. After a pause, he also handed over the doll. “I guess I was thinking—she could sort of watch over it,” he mumbled. “Kind of silly, but…”
           “It’s not silly at all.” Elspeth’s voice was steady as a rock, and her hand pressed his in the sturdy way only she could manage. “You think it’ll be best under the lake?”
           Jace nodded, and Nissa stepped forward. “I’ll levitate it,” she offered, and Chandra, who also had her mouth open, shut it embarrassedly. “I’m better at fine control than you are,” Nissa said mildly, and Chandra scowled but nodded.
           “Wingardium leviosa.” Elspeth cautiously slid the vial into the doll’s clothes and let go of them as Nissa spoke the incantation. The little doll bobbed outward towards the center of the lake and hovered there.
           “Stasis temporis et stasis loci,” Elspeth said clearly in her Scottish lilt. A wavy blue glow formed around the doll, shimmering inchoately and then forming into an oval blob. She and Nissa looked at each, clearly a little unsure of what to do next, and Ral sighed. “Someone get the water out of the way,” he said. “Someone who isn’t me, I’m crap with water.”
           Both Narset and Tamiyo stepped forward, and with two neat wandswirls and some murmured words, a magical vortex formed in the center of the lake; then the water seemed to peel away to both sides, leaving the muddy lake bottom stripped and clearly visible in the center. Nissa lowered her wand, and the doll, with its vital cargo, floated slowly downwards into the center and lodged there. A wand movement from Koth drew the mud up to half-cover it and partially hide it from view. Little by little, Narset and Tamiyo let the water trickle back over it until the top of the lake was placid and undisturbed once again, nothing but a cold misty haze hanging over it.
           “Goodbye,” Jace whispered, his pocket where the doll had lain feeling light and empty.
           He shivered, then raised his wand to point at his own forehead again with a sense of heady relief. “Obliviate,” he whispered, and then he was blinking, and they were gone. Liliana’s memories were gone. He sagged against Ral again.
           “Fuck, Jace, warn us, will you!” Ral was trembling. “You were out for almost five minutes.”
           Oh. He was sitting on the ground with Ral behind him, and his hair was wet. “Did you get lakewater in my hair, Ra—” He looked up. Ral’s eyes were red, and he swiped at them as he looked away.
           “Yeah, I’m fucking incompetent, deal with it, okay?”
           “I—um, I still have to do the last spell.”
           “That’s great, you can do it sitting in the mud because I’m not catching you if you fall over again.”
           “We need to leave the clearing first,” Jace pointed out. “I mean, it’s not going to be much of a secret if we’re all still here when I get rid of the memories.”
           “Yeah, well. Shut up.”
           “You can do it once we’re all back on the lawn,” Elspeth suggested. “That way, we’ll be back quickly.” And if anything goes wrong, we can shout for the teachers.
           “I heard that thought,” Jace muttered giddily, and Elspeth gave him a strange look, but he let her help him to his feet.
           Walking through the forest with Kallist hovering overhead, Mirko’s soft footsteps behind, and both his arms slung over Elspeth’s and Ral’s shoulders, Jace felt more himself than he had in days. He wasn’t entirely he sure he wanted the walk to end, ever, but he still had stuff he needed to do tonight. And he wasn’t sleepy, exactly—more exhilarated. He was bloody exhausted, of course, so tired that he could barely move his legs, but his mind was clear. It was like a Butterbeer high but—clearer. As if everything was light and air.
           The Sleep Club stumbled back onto the Hogwarts lawn to see that the Drowsiness potions were still slowly exuding smoke, and the sleeping bags were still exactly where they had left them, but it didn’t look the same to Jace. The darkness had seemed vaguely menacing before, and now it was welcoming. The flickering flames of the fires the teachers had lit to keep them warm looked cozy and homey instead of eerie. And as Elspeth and Ral helped him back to his sleeping bag, Jace surged to his feet, took their hands, and twirled them around in a clumsy circle before collapsing to his knees with a giggle that turned into a full-blown laughing fit.
           “Oh, great, he’s finally gone bonkers,” Ral said in exasperation, which also seemed hilarious. Jace curled over himself, clutching at Ral’s knees, and Ral went over foreward and collapsed to the ground beside Jace. He ruffled Jace’s hair awkwardly. “So—your other spell?”
           After another several seconds, Jace managed to contain the giggles and drag out his wand. “I’ve actually got a good feeling about this,” he said, smiling confusedly at Ral. Ral blinked for a moment, then smiled back, and Elspeth patted his shoulder.
           “That’s good, Jace, but you are being a little hard to predict right now,” she said sensibly. “Just be careful, all right?”
           He didn’t want to be careful; he wanted to let himself fall into the feeling of being all right for just a little longer, but he knew that Elspeth was right, and he nodded. Taking a deep breath, he looked at everyone around him. “I’ll be careful,” he said. He looked down at his wand, then felt Mirko’s presence at his back, sighed, and laid the wand down carefully.
           “I don’t actually need it for this,” he said, not entirely sure who he was talking to, and he reached up and undid the clasp of his cloak.
           God, what an evening. Jace laughing was good, but Jace passing out for five minutes definitely wasn’t. At least despite the flashiness of setting his wand down, the second spell he’d done had only taken a few moments, and Jace’s eyes had been open for all of it, glowing a bright, eerie blue. Now, he really should try to get some sleep—and Ral wondered when he’d started fussing like a mother hen—but Jace had run off somewhere else to get something else. Just how many things had he been planning to do tonight?
           With a groan, Ral heaved himself upright again, trying to figure out where his friend had gone. Nearby, Elspeth was looking around in confusion as well. “You didn’t see where he went either?” Ral grunted. “Fuck, I mean I’m glad he’s feeling better, but—I dunno how long this is going to last.”
           “At least the spell worked.” Beside her, Teysa nodded.
           “Mirko went with him,” she added. “Don’t worry, I don’t think Mirko will let anything happen to him.”
           Moisture trickled into Ral’s hair, and he glanced up. “Did he tell Kallist to guard me or something? I haven’t seen him leave Jace’s head since—since I woke up.”
           “I wouldn’t be surpri—Jace, there you are!”
           “Thank god,” Ral muttered under his breath as Jace came cannoning back, somehow having apparently moved from not being able to stand up on his own to running halfway across the school grounds. “You think you can try going to sleep now, Jace?”
           “I, uh…” Jace rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. “I got you a Hanukkah present.”
           Ral blinked at him. “What?”
           Elspeth colored suddenly and exchanged a look with Teysa that Ral couldn’t read. “We’ll just leave you two alone, shall we?” she said brightly, and Teysa gave an exaggerated yawn.
           “I’m so very tired,” she agreed theatrically, and the two girls immediately moved away towards their sleeping bags, giggling together. Ral watched them go suspiciously, then looked back at Jace.
           “Well, I mean—it’s the first night of Hanukkah tonight, right?” Jace suddenly looked concerned. “I got that right, didn’t I?”
           “Oh, um, yeah, I think so.” Ral waved a hand vaguely. “I haven’t been paying much attention.”
           “Anyways, I guess I’ve been waiting all day to give you this. So, um, here.” Jace held out a medium-sized crystal vial filled with dark liquid. “It’s—I finally got the Bottled Dreams potion to work. It’s not a long dream, but—maybe you’d like to try it?”
           “Have you been waiting for this all night?” Ral asked. Jace shuffled awkwardly. “Okay, okay, give me the damn potion.” It wasn’t like Ral didn’t stay up half the night working on stuff in his tower anyways.
           The potion was dark blue, with a faint silvery sheen. He sniffed at it, but it didn’t have much of a scent. Maybe a faint hint of mothballs. A sip told him it tasted of nothing much either, just a vaguely watery Gatorade.
           Ral put his hands behind his head and lay back on the sleeping bag. He felt a little drowsy, but nothing more. There was a momentary feeling of weightlessness. The warm body beside him on the bed shifted, and he blinked, shifting against them as well. For a moment, nothing else happened, and then Jace rolled up onto his elbow and looked down at Ral. His blue eyes widened fractionally, and then he grinned, ducked his head, and kissed Ral on the mouth. It was clumsy and wet, but warm. Ral wanted to hold onto the feeling forever.
           When Jace pulled back, it was only to flop sleepily down beside Ral again, and now Ral caught sight of the sky above his head, deep velvet blue and clear—a familiar sky. The sky from the Astronomy Tower. A single little twinkling mote of light hung for an instant and then descended, whipping across the horizon and vanishing in a brief burst of fiery glory.
           He blinked and opened his eyes again, to see that Jace was sitting cross-legged on the grass beside him, chewing on his knuckle.
           “You asshole,” Ral said, and Jace’s face fell, eyes scrunching together in sudden pain, his breath indrawn in a hiss. Ral’s stomach turned over. “Jesus, not like that! For—acting like you didn’t know that I—uh—you—” he paused. “Jace, you’ve been in and out of my head for the last week. You do know I’m as gay as the stupid halls people will be decking in a week, right?”
           “I—I mean, yes, I know you’re gay,” Jace shifted, the expression on his face turning abashed and something halfway between hopeful and still devastated. “But that doesn’t mean that you think about me—I mean I’ve been trying not to check what you feel like about me, I didn’t want to invade your privacy too much—”
           “Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Ral rolled up on his knees, grabbed the back of Jace’s stupid neck, and dragged Jace’s stupid mouth down so he could kiss him on his stupid lips. Jace gasped against his mouth, muscles stiffening under Ral’s hand, but before he could kiss back, Ral pulled away long enough to say, “How I feel about you is that you’re my best friend, you’re an idiot, you’re annoyingly sexy, and I’d like to euphemistically sleep with you as well as literally sleeping with you all the time. And if you don’t snog me right now I will hit you with my pillow until you beg for mercy.”
           Jace made a noise that was halfway between a gulp and a laugh, and then muttered, “Well, I wouldn’t want you to fuck up your pillow,” before leaning in for another kiss. This time, he had a hand on Ral’s shoulder and one one his cheek; Ral shifted up onto his knees for a better angle and slid his own hands into Jace’s cloak around his waist. Jace moaned into his mouth, and Ral took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, tracing his tongue around Jace’s lips and probing into Jace’s mouth. Jace made another noise, low in his throat, and his hand dropped to Ral’s shoulder.
           As Jace pressed closer against his front, Ral took the opportunity to slide backwards and grab Jace’s hips so that they both went over, Jace falling on top of Ral, flush up against him. Gulping out a breathy noise at the contact, Ral let his hands snake up Jace’s back, holding him close, and Jace ducked his head, letting their lips meet again. God, this whole horrible year had been officially so fucking worth it. Ral could take a few more sessions of the Cruciatus Curse if it meant getting to snog Jace senseless later. And the noises Jace was making in his throat—soft little pants and moans—were both adorable and highly arousing.
           Rolling to the side, Ral shifted their positions so that Jace was on his back leaning up into him, then dragged his lips down the corner of Jace’s mouth and began to kiss down the line of his jaw and then up under the vulnerable hollow of it.
           “Ral,” Jace whispered. “Oh, fuck. Oh, that—mmmn—”
           “About damn time.”
           Jace gasped and tried to sit up; Ral sighed and lay down on top of him, looking up to find that Chandra and Nissa were standing over them. “I swear to god if you ruin this for me,” he whined.
           Chandra grinned. “I wouldn’t dream of it,” she said. “Just needed to make sure you two were finally shagging.”
           “We are not shagging!” Jace protested.
           “Yeah, even with the fires, it’s a little too chilly out to be having sex.”
           Chandra’s grin widened, and Nissa went red. “If you say so,” Chandra responded. “Anyway, carry on, I’m just—glad—that’s all.”
           “Chandra,” Jace said. “Uh—you were totally right, by the way. I deserved to be punched in the face.”
           “You did what?” Ral scowled at her, and Chandra shifted uncomfortably.
           “I’m sorry, Jace,” she said, “I didn’t know about the spell. It was dumb.”
           “You were worried about Ral. You get a pass.”
           “What the—no, she doesn’t! No one is allowed to punch my boyfriend in the face!”
           “I’m really sorry, okay?”
           “Ral. Leave it.” Jace’s hand landed on the back of Ral’s neck, and for an instant, every piece of thought processing equipment in Ral’s brain short-circuited. “So I’m your boyfriend?” Jace asked. He sounded like he was trying way too hard to be casual.
           “Yeah, sure, as long as you want to be.” Ral tried to match it with his own casualness, but he wasn’t entirely sure if he managed.
           “Yep. Yep. Boyfriends, sounds good, great, bye now, Chandra, bye Nissa.” Jace’s cheeks looked faintly red, and Ral didn’t think it was just the firelight.
           Nissa waved and started to move back in the direction of what was probably her own sleeping bag, tugging Chandra with her, but the other girl paused for one moment longer. “Pro tip, if you squeeze his ass, he makes the most adorable little squeaking noises.”
           Ral bit his lip and grinned, looking back at Jace, who was red to the tips of his ears.
           “I do not!” he protested. “Just because we had one snog a year ago, she thinks she knows everything about m—”
           Ral pinched his ass. Jace squealed. Nissa and Chandra fled, giggling.
           Swatting Ral gently on the arm, Jace surged up and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of Ral’s mouth. “Happy Hanukkah, Ral.”
           “Happy New Boyfriend Day, Jace.” Jace stuck out his tongue, and Ral pressed him down into the sleeping bag again.
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