#blaise x plus size reader

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Silk Shorts

Blaise (Del Taco Guy) X Fem!Plus size! Reader

TW: oral m receiving, anxiety, crying, weight mention, self harm, crying, yelling, dry heaving, vomiting, self hate, insecurities, clothes shopping, daddy kink, body worship, angst with fluff

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Blaise is the beautiful brain child of @glassbxttless who is spoiling me and letting me write for her AU. This was only supposed to be a cute little blurb and now it's a 4000 word brain child. Please enjoy this, it was super cathartic to write.

He’s heard you sigh for what feels like the fith time today, and jesus, he fucking loves you but it’s starting to get on your nerves. It’s barely noon and you're all spread out on the carpet in his office floor. Wearin that cute pink nighty set he’s seen you in and out of a million times by now. He watches your shoulders tense up and he just knows you’re about to let out ANOTHER sigh and he snaps his laptop shut a little too loud making you jump. Looking over your shoulder at him behind his desk all guilty.

“Sorry Daddy.” It’s a half assed apology but he can see that you’re still holding that tension in your shoulders. Blaise raises an eyebrow at you as he lights up a cigarette and pats his lap, wanting you to cuddle up to him. You shake your head and go back to lookin at your phone. He doesn’t like being told no, even if it’s coming from you. Especially when he can feel you too much in your own head. You’ve been together for a year now and he knows you, the whole emotions and ‘i love you’ part is pretty new to you both but he knows when you’re worrying over something just as much as you know the moment he calls you without a text or steps in the door he's had a shit day. “Honey, you know better.”

He exhales and watches the way you twist to look over to him again, admiring the way the little lacy shorts get eaten up by your big thighs and the way that soft patch of stomach can be seen when you’re all relaxed like this. He feels his cock stir in his pants and he palms it. Willing it to wait until he knows what exactly is going on.

You’re caught, you knew you should have stayed out of his office, but he’s been on the other side of the country and the big apartment he got for you is well… Too big, without him there smoking and taking up all the room and fucking you full every half hour. You worry your lip between your teeth and you get yourself up, cringing when you feel the way your thighs jiggle and your tits move when you walk over to him. Now that he’s home you don't wanna be away from him but you’ve been trying to go clothes shopping and it’s never a pretty endeavor. With the way you’re built and the way you’re bigger than most it feels like a fruitless impossible task, nothing ever fits right, if they have your size it's only online, and you can’t even try it on to make sure it does fit right! Let alone if you want something cute you have to pay an arm and a leg for it. Not that you couldn’t just ask Blaise for some extra cash, but as silly as it is, you don’t wanna bother him for it. Because if you tell him what it’s for he’ll wanna come with and that's a whole other thing.

Blaise sees the way you’re stuck in your own head and you get comfortable between his outstretched legs, you squish a cheek against his thigh, you’re so fucking close to his cock he might lose his mind. He takes a good look at you and the app you have open on your phone and when he sees the flashing lights for an ad “20% off when you sign up!” and the rows and rows of dresses he cocks his head again. Stubbing out his cigarette he wraps one of those big warm palms around your jaw and gives you a little shake, causing you to look up at him all starry eyed.

“You need some new clothes baby?” He asks, hand still wrapped around your jaw, making you pout in the cutest way. He watches your eyes flick down before meeting his and you nod just a little bit. You’re anxious, he can feel it beat off you in waves and you are biting your cheek, he can feel the way you're going at it through your cheek. You’ve never been shy to ask him for money before, for anything, not that you asked him for all that much before anyway, just to help you cover tuition and ubers, the occasional nail appointment. Now that he’s thinking about it he doesn’t know if you’ve ever asked him for clothes money, and now that he’s thinking real hard about it he’s trying to remember the last time he’s seen you in something new. He was usually too preoccupied with taking your clothes off to really notice, but it’s been a year now and even when he takes you out it’s usually the same rotation of those cute lil club dresses with different shoes. He feels like an idiot for not picking up on this sooner, you’re his girl, you’ve been his baby since he laid eyes on you. But you’ve got him so drunk on your kitty and wrapped so tight around your finger he didn’t pick up on this.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” He’s pulling you up closer to his crotch, and now he can see down your shirt and there’s not stopping his cock from getting hard now. You slip out of his grasp and lick your lips as you start to work his belt off, it’d be impossible to not notice how hard he was. You work his slacks down and press feather light kisses over his clothed cock before pushing your face down hard and starts working his briefs down as well. You wrap your lips around the head of his cock and he hisses while you give him those fucking puppy dog eyes that he knows is going to kill him one of these days. You work him deeper into your mouth and let out a noncommittal hum, Blaise drops his head back against his chair when you do that and groans. You’re nestled against the base of him now and he’s fucking panting, you’re sooo fucking tight for him, it doesn’t matter how many times he fucks your throat raw, you’re always sooo tight and- ”Fucking perfect sugar. Make me cum then we’ll get you dressed and hit the town.” He feels you freeze for a moment before you fondle his balls in that way only you do and he’s gone again.

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You’re really nervous, you’re nervous when you get dressed, opting for something you can slip in and out of easily. You’re nervous when Blaises kisses you nice and deep, basically tonguing your tonsils while you both wait for his car. You’re especially nervous when you’re pulling up to the mall, you’ve never been to this mall before, knowing they probably don't carry your size in any of these stores. You’re trying to let on too much, Blaise actually looked excited for this, excited to go out with you, excited to ‘have such easy fuckin access to you Princess.’ But you can’t feel much beyond this dread you always get and how sweaty your palms are. Blaise helps you out of the car before you tuck your arm into his and follow into what might as well be your funeral.

The mall is, well a mall, no matter how many name brand and designer stores are crammed into it you’ll always be able to smell the pretzel place and there’s always some teens who should probably be in school around. You let Blaise lead the way, he can’t remember the last time he took someone shopping, must have been years ago, when he first started doing what he’s doin, when he finally got some money in his name and wanted to impress whoever was nearby. He’s chatting your ear off while he walks you into the first clothing store he sees. It’s chic, trendy, all neutral colors and boxy patterns. You walk around the store with Blaise at your side trying to fight off the rising panic in your gut, nothing is going to fit and Blaise is gonna finally realize you’re too fat for him and leave you. Even after he got that tattoo just for you, even after he’s whispered all those ‘I love you's' into your hair when he thinks you’re asleep.

You pick at some of the clothes, flipping over the tags and making faces. Blaise chalks it up to the fact nothing in this store looks like much your style and you’re thankful for when he kisses his spot on your neck and whisks you out of there and on a quest for something more your style. You’re in and out of what feels like 10 stores, with nothing more than some jewelry he caught you eyeing and asked him for. He tisked you but bought it for you, making you promise you’ll pick out some clothes once you find something you like. You’re on the other side of the mall by now and he feels you lag when you both pass by a lingerie store, nothing too gaudy or cheap in the windows. He knows expensive when he sees it and the lacework on the sets on display are just that. He’s watching your reaction, your eyes are darting over a lacy peachy set and he's imaging you in that set and he’s getting hard again. Leading you inside the store he feels you stiffen right before you both enter and he chalks it up to the wave of jasmine that wafts out when he opens the door for you.

Swallowing your nerves you enter the store you’ve been dreaming of going to for years, knowing damn well you wont fit into anything here, you’ve done the research, they don’t carry anything above a size 5 here and you’re trying not to cry as you walk in. You’re both greeted with a happy trill of a hello and she gives you the once over you’ve gotten your whole life, the once over that means ‘there's no way she can fit into anything in here’ you make your way into the belly of the beast.

Blaise is watching your intently, you can feel it and he knows you can, he knows you want something from this store and if he has to buy one of everything for you he is going to. All he wants to do is fucking spoil you like you deserve and he also maybe, might want to cum all over those pretty red shorts you’re feeling in between your finger tips. He steps up behind you and you jump a little when he nuzzles into your neck. His hands are trailing up your thighs, over your arms and feeling the silk between his fingers while letting out a little hum. You relax back into his chest, and press a kiss next to his Adam's apple. “I wanna see you in these baby, also wanna cover them in my cum after I tear through them to get to your juicy cunt.”

You gasp and turn around, your cheeks are heating up in embarrassment, not only for Blaise being so crass out in public, not that you expected anything less, but also because you know he’s never going to be able to see you in these. You press a hand to his chest and another to your cheek trying to stop and settle yourself.

“Daddy! You can’t say things like that in public.” You tap his chest for emphasis and roll your eyes when he gives you that look he always does before he eats you out for hours.

“Aw, you two are so cute! Shopping for your wife today sir?” The store attendant has managed to sneak up behind the both of you while Blaise was whispering filth in your ear. Blaise stiffens at the mention of a wife and shoots a glare at the attendant,

“Excuse me?” he turns fully to the attendant and she shrinks once he’s no longer crouching over you, you’re hiding behind him now, not wanting to deal with this just- wanting to go home. You know she’s about to say something stupid and you know you might have to pull Blaise out of here by the back of his suit jacket. She looks ashamed enough but she asks again-

“Are you two shopping for your wife today sir?” She gestures to you who is hanging onto Blaises arm, not only for your sake but also hers, Blaise runs a hand through his hair and you can see his shoulders tense.

“Do you see a ring on my finger? Do I look like im fucking married to you?” Blaise’s voice is starting to raise and the attendant takes a step back, raising her hands up in front of her, trying to diffuse the situation.

“No, sir I'm sorry- I just thought. You, she was your daughter you see.” Blaise goes stock still and you worry your lip between your teeth, you can feel the way he’s getting angry, you can see the way the red is creeping up over his turtle neck and into his face. He takes one big step forward and points at her.

“Now you listen here, she is not my daughter. Do I look old enough to have a daughter her age? You’ve got a fine fuckin establishment here and I don’t want to cause any fucking trouble so why don’t you get a fucking dressing room started for us and one of everything in her size.” He gestures to you during the last bit and you start to panic in full force. The attendant does that once over you’ve been getting at every store you’ve been into today and you know exactly what the next words out of her mouth are going to be.

“I- I can get that room started sir, but we don’t carry anything in her size.” She at least has the decency to look scared when she says it and Blaise blows up on her then.

“What the FUCK do you mean you don’t carry anything in her size? What like it’s fucking hard to do so?” He picks up those shorts you were eyeing and looks at the price. “You have the fucking nerve to charge four hundred and eighty fuckin’ dollars for a pair of shorts and you can’t carry them in my baby’s fucking size? What kind of bullshit is that?” He keeps going and you’re tugging on his sleeve, trying to get him out of the store, trying so fucking hard to not let these tears that have been building up all day finally spill over in public like this. Blaise is in full swing now, asking questions, and hounding this poor woman to death, digging his cell phone out of his pocket to start making calls, because he has a fucking number for every situation and apparently this is one of those.

“Can we just go?” You’re trying to get his attention, embarrassed and needing to go home before more of a scene can be made. The attendant has gone ghost white as he lays into her and this whole store and you just leave, you can feel the tears start to slip and you need to be out of this fucking awful jasmine induced nightmare so you can breathe. You make your way out of the store while you can feel the tears track down your face, knowing you look like a mess while leggy blondes and brunettes with arms full of bags point, whisper, giggle, behind their hands at you while you try to find the closest fucking place to cry. Closest fucking place to maybe drown yourself and never have to fucking go through this again, never have anyone ever have to deal with this again. You see a restroom and hurry to it, thanking whoever was listening that it was just a single room, no stalls, no way for anyone else to come in and hear you cry yourself sick yet again.

You shut the door behind you and lock it tight before you’re curling in on yourself, sobs tearing out of your chest while you try to hold it together. You didn’t want to do this, you knew it was going to be a fucking disaster. It always is, it’;s easier to stay home and order whatever online and hope it fits. You’re fucking fat and there’s no changing it, you pinch your thighs till you feel the sting of blood bubble to the surface, these fucking thighs that you hate, that make it impossible to fit into skirts, dresses, pants. You’re trying to muffle your cries as you drag your nails up up up over your stomach, round and big, and awful. You know you’re not worth his love of affection, worth anyone's love of affection with a body like this. You watch the red welts bloom from where you’ve dragged your nails angrily over your skin and you sob so hard you feel like you might throw up.

You’re so caught up in your self tirade of hate that you haven’t even noticed the banging on the bathroom door, haven’t heard the panicked yells of Blaise on the other side, he’s never heard you cry like this before and his blood is running cold thinking it’s his fault, thinking he’s made such a scene, embarrassed you so much he’s caused you to cry. He gives up on getting you to open the door before he’s trying to knock it down. It takes a good three times before he’s kicked the door in and he sees you and his heart breaks then and there. You’re dry heaving into the toilet, face puffy and eyes red from crying, he can see the little drops of blood running down your thighs and the way your top is rucked up with the welts peaking through.

“Princess. Comere.” He goes to pick you up and you hold your hand up, stopping him in his tracks, shaking your head back and forth as you try not to vomit in front of him. You look over at him start crying all fresh, you can see how fucking scared he looks, how concerned he is for you and it makes you sick to your stomach.

“Just, go home Blaise.” your voice is hoarse from all the crying and you're mumbling it more into the toilet then to him. His heart breaks at that, he won’t just leave you and he loves it when you say his name. But he never wanted to hear it like this, hear it between hiccups of sadness instead of pleasure like you usually say it.

“I’m not just going to leave you baby-” he takes a step closer and kneels down on the tile with you, you let out a huff and roll your eyes, mumbling a quiet ‘you should’. He hears it and places a hand on your back, you tense up and he almost takes it back before he thinks twice, knowing how much you love, need, want, beg him to always touch you. “I didn’t catch that honey.” You let out a sigh before you look over at him properly.

“Just, leave now Blaise. Leave me now and go get that tattoo covered up and find someone actually worth your time. Because I’m not.” You husked out, throat raw hoarse. How you manage to have fresh tears running down your face is beyond your comprehension, but they’re there and he’s wiping them away as fast as they come.

“Why would I do that bunny? I love you to death.” You stiffen at the admission and worry your lip between your teeth.

“I’m just not, I -” you struggle to find the words that have been in the back of your mind and the tip of your tongue since you started this arrangement. “I’m too fat for you Blaise, you need to be with some supermodel, teeny tiny Instagram influencer, someone who can fit into all the shit you wanna buy em. Not someone like me who ends up shopping at fucking second hand stores and Wal-Mart.” It feels good to get the thought out that you’ve been harboring this whole time, it’s like breaking a fever, ripping off a bandaid, it stings and hurts now but it’s better for everyone involved to know the truth.

This whole tirade Blaise has been listening, but he doesn’t know if he’s ever felt more lost in his life. He has no fucking clue what you’re going on about, he has never once thought about leaving you from the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock. He never once thought you were fat, he was always so caught up in the way you looked under and over him and how fucking hard you make him cum to think about anything other then how much he loves all of you. He pulls you in tight to his chest and presses kisses to the top of your head while you dig your fingers into him and cry anew. He sits and waits for you to finish, or the hiccups to stop, for your breathing to get heavy and slow, even. He pulls back cradling your face between his palms before pressing a tiny kiss to your lips. You close your eyes and enjoy his touch, committing it to memory, figuring it’s going to be the last.

“Your brain is too big for its own good, ya know that sweets?” Blaise breaks the silence in the bathroom with that and you feel like this afternoon hasn’t been real. You look up at him all puzzled, lost as to where he’s gotten that thought. You go to ask him about it before he shushes you with a tender kiss. “Baby, I- you’re not fat.” You roll your eyes and give him a look that almost makes him feel sheepish. He squishes your cheeks together making you pout before pressing kisses all over your face.

“Okay, yes you are fat. But that doesn’t change the fact I'm in love with you.” He laces his fingers together at the back of your neck and keeps eye contact with you. “I don’t give a fuck how much you weigh or what size you are. I love you, every single fucking part of you. I love the way you feel when you cuddle up with me. I adore the way you feel under my hands, I love the fact I can rest my head on you and feel comfortable. I-” he’s getting lost in the thought of the first time you trapped him between your pillowy thighs and he’s getting hard. You can feel him getting hard under you and you huff out a breath. You go to pull away and he’s pulled back to the present. He tightens his grip and focuses back on you.

“You’re not too fat for me. I don’t want anyone but you, I will never want anyone but you.” He says it with such conviction it makes you start to tear up again, finally, maybe, believing him a little. “Sorry for dragging you out here love, I should have picked up on the fact you didn’t want to come.” You shake your head and press a kiss to his palm.

“It’s okay. Can we just go home?” you plead, Blaise nods, helping you up and sending a text for his driver to be ready by the doors ASAP. Once your home Bliase sheds you out of your clothes before laying you down in the middle of his big bed and kissing what must be every fucking inch of your skin, paying close and tender attention to the spots where you dug your nails in deep enough to bleed. He’s never been this soft to you and before you both know it you’re out like a light, exhausted from all the emotions.

-

It’s not even a week later when someone rings the bell to your apartment, you buzz them in, figuring it’s one of your friends stopping by to say hi or needing help with homework. It’s not until there's a knock and you answer the door and what has got to be a small army of delivery people with so many packages you’re getting dizzy. You direct them to the living room, and they’re piling up and you’re starting to freak out a little. It isn’t until you see Blaise’s driver with a little envelope addressed to “Baby” in his chicken scratch. You thank him and sit on the counter opening the letter.

“Baby girl,

I know last week was rough on you. I went ahead and ordered you some stuff, well I sent my stylist out and ordered you some stuff to your measurements. I know that this doesn’t fix everything but I hope it’s a start and as soon as I’m home I will make sure you know just how much I love you and how perfect you are.”

[hops-hunny]

What’s in a Name?

Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Chubby!Reader

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 3.6k

Request: N/A

Summary: When two beautiful people fall in love, everything can go right. Or, the one where Blaise gets the girl of his dreams.

Warnings: None?? Mentions of past self hate, positive use of the word fat.

A/N: I had so much fun writing this. Enjoy!

Fat. It was a word (Y/n) had thrown at her from a young age but had grown to become neutral with as she got older. See, the (y/h/h) was fortunate enough to grow up in a household with her dear aunt Marlene who brought her up on the principle that ‘fat and ugly were not synonymous’ which she found herself quite fortunate of. You see, Marlene herself was an extravagant woman. She never stepped out of the house unless she was runway ready, long acrylic nails, hair curled in the prettiest of waves, and a face of makeup that could put anyone to shame. Marlene found her niece to be reminiscent of herself when she was younger. But, she also knew no matter the great example she showed her and the encouragement she’d give her, the world around her would affect the way she viewed herself until she reached a certain age.

However luckily for (Y/n), that age was when she hit the ripe age of 14. She was sick of it. Sick of feeling like a prisoner of her own body. Sick of hiding from mirrors, sick of wearing clothes that fit her like potato sacks just to hide the figure that she was naturally born with. Why should she have to feel bad because the world wasn’t ready to accept her for who she was? Why should she have to hide away due to a bit of extra weight and fat? So, after a long night of crying she decided from that day forward she would do her absolute best to at least accept her body for what it was. She didn’t wanna skip meals anymore just to make everyone around her comfortable. She didn’t want to avoid clothes that made her figure less of a figure. She wanted to live and be free in the body she was currently in.

If she could go back to where she was when she was 14, she’d tell herself she had exceeded that limitation. She was far beyond just accepting herself for who she was, she loved who she was. (Y/n) found herself falling in love with a new thing about herself every time she found herself blessed with the fortune of time to look in a mirror. Whether it was the way the rolls of her back reminded her of the ocean or the bumps and lumps around her hip area that were reminiscent of clouds, she loved every bit of herself. Even though it took her time to get there, she didn't regret it one bit.

Her confidence and demeanor attracted a lot of positive attention wherever she went. Her friends adored her and so did many other people around the castle! There was always a few wronguns here and there but that goes without saying. Even if you change your outlook on life, in a society where fat is a sin there will always be your self proclaimed saints. The more popular opinion shared throughout the castle though was ‘if she could find love in herself, why shouldn’t I be able to as well?’. Although it’s hard for one girl to change the world, she came quite close to it, always offering a shoulder to anyone in need and a helpful word of advice to anyone on the path of self acceptance and love.

There was one person who noticed her much more than that. Some would say it was a crush but no, it went quite deeper than that. He found himself being absolutely enamored by her. Her confidence, her positivity, her ever radiant beauty. All those things he found to be addicting, entrancing. Never had he come across a woman of any sorts who was so sure of herself, so proud to be in the skin she was born in. (Y/n) knew who she was and honestly? It was fucking hot. Blaise Zabini wasn’t one to make wild claims which is why when he thought about how he felt, he was very sure of the feeling. He absolutely adored the goddess that was (Y/n) (L/n). So why was it so hard to say it to her?

The way she made him feel had him in a whirlwind of emotions. A lot of the times, he was infuriated. Not by the way she made him feel, but the way she made him act. Blaise was always a hit with women from all houses around hogwarts. Why wouldn’t he be? When you’re a tall, dark, and handsome man with oodles of charismatic charm and yes, a fat load of cash, who wouldn’t wanna be yours? He could have any woman he wanted wrapped around his finger before he even opened his mouth. But around her, around her? His mouth would close as soon as it opened. He’d feel a rush of heat move to his face and his ears would start ringing. What was this feeling? This feeling that made him act so idiotic. This feeling that had him awake late at night, wondering what it would be like if he only said-

“Hi.” his head snapped up at the sound of a familiar warm voice. The same voice that made his heart race wildly, the same voice that made him act like one of those stupid fucking Hufflepuffs. All nerves and scurrying to find something, anything to say. There she was right in front of him, looking uncharacteristically shy. She had her arms behind her back one hand gripping at her other wrist as she looked up at him through thick lashes. “Have I wronged you in any way?”

“Hm?” he hummed out, still dazed as he looked down at her with a soft look present on his face. He cleared his throat slightly, pulling at the collar of his shirt that was suddenly too tight. Too constricting, too-

“Have I wronged you? I always see you staring at me quite a bit.” she repeated, gaining her confidence back some. God was he always this bloody gorgeous? Well, to her he was. She had her eye on him ever since she’d ran into him on the train back in first year. “I know I’m quite pretty, but I don’t think your girlfriend would appreciate that. No?” she questioned, taking a step closer to him. She felt her hands grow sweaty at the smell of his aftershave, a sharp smell in comparison to her own strawberry body mist.

Was she flirting with him? He couldn’t tell. Why couldn’t he tell? He always could tell. Many upon many times he found himself rejecting women before they could even get the chance to confess how they felt. So why now, why with her could he not? Was this- was this nerves? “My girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that. I-I mean I don’t have a girlfriend!” he stumbled out, cursing under his breath slightly. He felt himself grow quite warm as he heard her giggle. He looked up at the sound once more wishing he hadn’t. She looked radiant in the glow of the late evening sun. Her round cheeks prominent as her face turned up in a smile before she quirked a brow at him.

“Ah I see then. You don’t have a girlfriend but you were staring?” she questioned, feeling a bit guilty about how she was enjoying the usually calm and collected boy lose his composure. His face fell straight before processing what she said. (Y/n) could see a whirlwind of emotions happen behind his eyes in such a short period of time. ‘Isn’t it funny that only a few years prior this would have been me? I can’t wait to tell Rose-Marie about this later.’

“I-I.. you know what? Yeah I do stare at you quite a bit. More often than not, I find myself staring at you.” he closed the distance between them, her soft frame pressing against his tone one. He lifted two of his fingers up to her chin, lifting her head softly. “How could I not? You’re an absolute work of art. Only the most worthy of men should be able to gaze at such a rare beauty and I find myself to be very worthy.” he whispered softly, his dark umber eyes staring into the (h/c) haired girl’s (e/c) ones.

It */was crazy how with such few words, he could make her feel so breathless, so woozy. Was she awake right now? The moment she had been waiting for since first year was currently right in front of her. The years spent dreaming, pining from a distance all gone in a few words. She smiled up at him, placing a soft hand on the man’s toned chest. Even through his clothes she could feel that he had a nice build to him. “I suppose you’re worthy. I mean look at us, we’re both beautiful. Imagine the gallery of art we’d be together.” she said, confident in her words as she bat her eyelashes. (Y/n) would be damned if she was the only one left breathless and flustered after this exchange.

“Well, why imagine dear? I’ll be taking you to Hogsmeade this weekend.” He said, turning around as he began to walk off. She was stunned. Was this the infamous charm she had heard him having? As much as (Y/n) had heard about how charming and suave Blaise was, she had never heard of him asking anyone out for a date. Knowing this gave her her own boost of confidence.

“You will be? What makes you so sure I’ll be there?” Blaise froze, turning his head back at the girl’s teasing words. He smirked. She really was something else.

“Oh I know. I wasn’t the only one staring all this time, I saw you too.” he winked laughing some before turning around walking off. (Y/n) felt herself smiling some as she shook her head before her eyes widened.

“Wait, what am I gonna wear?!”

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There was exactly 30 minutes until Blaise was meant to arrive and (Y/n) was nowhere near ready yet. See, she had planned on being ready early, even going as far as to get up at the time she usually did for class. However, after an impromptu dance session in her underwear her luck had run out. She wasn’t completely unprepared though, her hair had been done the night before and her makeup not taking much time, the main cause of concern was her outfit. 

The problem wasn’t a lack of clothes, it was quite the opposite. She had so many clothes that she had absolutely no idea of what to wear! She frustratedly slammed her fist on the pile of clothes in front of her letting out a few choice words. In a moment of defeat, she looked up at her empty wardrobe- wait a second. (Y/n) quickly scrambled to her wardrobe, slipping and sliding on the sea of clothes that lined the way before quickly yanking out the clothes covered hanger. On the hanger was a two piece set.

 The top was a wisteria purple crop top with puffy short sleeves, the skirt the same exact shade with a ruffle hem. “This is perfect! Where did this come from?” she said, checking herself out in the mirror. The outfit clung to her plush body, every curve visible and apparent. The girl smiled, smoothing her hand over the outline of her stomach that was apparent through her skirt. Years ago she would’ve been bothered by the entire concept of the outfit but now the outline of her figure made her smile like an old friend. She quickly put on a pair of white chunky sneakers, accessorizing the outfit with a few necklaces and rings as well just in time to hear a knock on the door. She did another once over in the mirror before quickly running to the door pulling it open to reveal Blaise standing there. She felt her face grow warm at his appearance.

He wore a form fitting maroon sweatshirt that he had rolled up to his elbows, a pair of jeans that weren’t skinny but fit to his figure in the most flattering of ways, and a pair of expensive shoes from some brand she couldn’t even begin to try and pronounce. In his hands were a bouquet of flowers composed of forget me nots, baby’s breath, and daisies. Blaise was in awe. He had seen her outside of her uniform a plethora of times but knowing that she had dressed up so nicely just to go on a date with him made his heart soar. “Wow, you look breathtaking. Look at you!” he hyped her up, grabbing her hand. He held their entwined fingers above their heads, signaling for her to spin around. “Lovely, absolutely divine. I can’t believe I’m going on a date with a deity.” he said, smile growing more as (Y/n) grew shyer.

“You’re not so bad yourself, Zabini. You look great, maroon is definitely your color.” she gushed, closing the door to her room. She looked down at their still entwined fingers, squeezing his large calloused hand with her small chubby one before bringing her gaze up to his face. Unsurprisingly, he was already looking at her.

“Thank you, dove. Let’s get going shall we? I’ve got a ton I wanna do with you and such a short amount of time. Let’s get to it, shall we?”

“We shall.”

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The first place they arrived at was a building she had seen many times during her visits to Hogsmeade but had never been in. It was an old brick building with a paintbrush on an old rusty sign above it.

“An art store?” she questioned, looking up at him confused but not against his choice. They both walked in, a sound of a bell dinging as they did so. She looked around in awe at the abundance of supplies. The store was sort of stuffy and crowded but that was a part of its charm. Blaise scratched at the back of his neck nervously as he watched her roam around.

“Yeah I don’t know if I mentioned it before but I enjoy doing art in my freetime. I thought I’d take you to one of my favorite places first.” He said, walking up behind her as he placed a hand on her shoulder. “A-and well, everytime I imagined going on a date with you, I always pictured the two of us showing each other our favorite hidden gems. We can leave if you wa-”

“That won’t be necessary. This is really cool and I’ve always wanted to learn more about art! I’m more of a reader and writer myself.” she said, grabbing his hand. Blaise let out a huge breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in in the first place before dragging her off in the direction of his favorite brand of oil paints. The two walked hand in hand, exploring his favorite parts of the store. When he’d see something he used himself or was familiar with, he’d explain it to her, rambling off about it excitedly.

Blaise wasn’t normally the type of guy to speak many words but being around (Y/n) brought out that side of him. It wasn’t that his friends were bad per say, they just weren’t very fond of listening to things that didn’t pertain to them which he was more than fine with. However, it was nice having an outlet to share his interest for once. He loved that she would ask questions about things and even let him talk about his own work. Most girls he talked to never really cared to listen to what he had to say, often spending more time kissing him breathless than listening to the words that flew from his lips. But (Y/n) was very attentive, listening to everything he had to say, eyes full of the same excitement he held.

“Alright, I think I’ve bought everything I’ve needed from here. Your pick, where do you wanna go?” he questioned, grabbing the girl’s hand again as they walked out of the small art store. He offered the old man behind a small smile before turning his attention back to his date. (Y/n) thought about it, humming as she tried to figure out before her eyes lit up.

“I have the perfect place! Come on Blaise, you’re gonna love it.” she exclaimed before taking off down the street, dragging him along with her. He smiled fondly at her letting her lead the way.

“This something I could get used to.” he muttered, trying his best to keep up with her pace.

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About 10 minutes later, they arrived in front of what looked to be a bookstore. Blaise looked around, swiping his fingers across the dusty books. “Welcome to the place where I spend most of my time when coming to Hogsmeade. It may look like just a bookstore but you’ll see why it's not in just a minute.” she said. Blaise watched as the girl got on her hands and knees and began to crawl making a ‘spspsps’ noise. He was confused, rightfully so but he didn’t question her actions. All of a sudden, a floof of white fur came crawling over to the girl purring as she scratched behind its ears.

 “It’s a cat bookstore! How cool is that? There’s a bunch of these little guys just running around here.” she said, standing up with the kitten in her hands. Blaise’s heart beat wildly at the sight. She looked too cute with the kitten in her hand, holding it gently against her soft chest. He was brought from his thoughts as he felt something brush against his leg. He had to stop himself from losing it at the sight of the little calico cat brushing against his leg.

“Hi there little guy.” he cooed softly, reaching a hand down to pet the cat’s head. The cat jumped up to meet his hand before it could land, nuzzling its fuzzy little head against the boy's head as he purred loudly.

“That’s not the only thing. They also carry some muggle literature too! Don’t tell anyone though, it’s a secret.” she said, placing the kitten down as she began to browse the books on the old wooden shelves. 

“Don’t worry, I won’t.” he promised, eyes never leaving her curvy figure. She looked right at home in the book store, reading the titles like they were old friends. “I’m a bit of a muggle literature fan myself. Ever heard of Shakespear?” he asked. (Y/n) looked at him with wide eyes before nodding. She would’ve never expected that from the man, knowing how against all things muggle related purebloods slytherins were. He walked over to her tilting her head up as he looked into her eyes. “ What’s in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” he whispered, dragging his thumb along her bottom lip. Her breath hitched slightly as she began to scowl as he walked off laughing some.

“Jerk! That was not funny.” she said, punching him in the arm as she glared up at him.

“Wasn’t supposed to be, love. You just look too cute when you’re nervous!”

---------------------------------------------------

It had been a few weeks since their date and (Y/n) was starting to grow nervous. She and Blaise hadn’t been on another one and it confused her deeply. She had an amazing time on their date, in fact it had been the best one she had ever been on! Did he not feel the same? Maybe he had commitment issues? It couldn’t have been her. No, she had done everything right. She spoke well mannered, bantered back and forth with him, and she looked bloody amazing.

She sighed, opening the door to her dorm. It had been a long week. She threw off her robes before turning to her dresser before gasping. On top of the dresser laid a huge painting surrounded in a beautiful antique golden frame. She hesitantly walked over to it, brushing her fingers along it before looking at the note attached. Opening the wax sealed envelope she began reading the note out loud.

“My dearest rose, how are you? I apologize deeply for my lack of presence. Not being near you for so long deeply hurt me so but it was not in vain. You see, after spending such a lovely time with you that day, I felt extremely inspired. Your beauty deserves to be captured in something far more grand than a simple photograph so I painted you this. I hope to see you soon. To my greatest muse, Blaise Zabini.” she smiled as she read the words, goosebumps going up her arms. Blaise was indeed a talented artist. In photo realistic detail was a large painting of her smiling with the white kitten from before in her hands. She was lost for words. Never had someone done something so amazing for her. “Do I really look this beautiful? Is this how he sees me?” she asked no one in particular.

“It is and you are. You’re absolutely gorgeous.” she jumped at the sound of the deep voice. Turning her head she saw the man she had been thinking of for weeks. Slowly she walked over to him, smiling before wrapping her arms around him hugging him tightly. Blaise froze for a bit, not used to receiving such gentle forms of affection. He pulled back before placing a soft peck on her lips.

“Let me take you out again tomorrow, yeah?” he asked her in a soft tone. She simply nodded before standing on her tiptoes initiating another lovely kiss. Blaise wrapped his arms around her soft waist, bringing her closer to him.

“I really am one lucky bloke.”

[alloftheimaginesblog]

Be My Date {Blaise Zabini x Plus Size Reader}

Plot: Requested by anon: Blaise Zabini finds you (Slytherin!Plus Size!Reader) fascinating and asks you to the Yule Ball. You reject him thinking that he’s making fun of you but he goes out of his way to show you that he’s serious.

Character: Blaise Zabini x Slytherin!Plus Size!Reader

Note: probably OOC of Blaise’s character

Part of my Plus Size Character x Reader series!

As the Yule Ball grew closer, your dread grew larger. Your friends and the majority of the people at Hogwarts were excited for it, there was rarely ever an event like this so it was pretty major. Girls excitedly whispered in the hallways about who would ask them to the dance and you... well, you tried to not think about it. You believed that no one would ask you. No one, especially not any of the boys, had ever paid much attention to you before so why would they start now?

That was until you heard someone clear their throat behind you in the Common Room. It was Blaise Zabini. You were in the same year as him and sat beside him in a couple of classes but you’d never really spoken to him. He was one of Malfoy’s crew and you tended to stay away from them. Malfoy was a bully so you expected all of his friends to be like that.

“Hi,” Blaise smiled. You raised your eyebrows, it was odd to see him smile for a change, “How are you?”

You looked around, waiting to see Malfoy and cronies laughing but instead saw no one, “I’m alright, thanks.”

“Have you finished Flitwick’s essay yet?” He asked, fiddling with the watch on his wrist, “I haven’t but if you wanted to study together and do it then-”

“I’ve just finished it,” you told him. It was a lie. You hadn’t finished it and the idea of a study partner actually seemed quite nice but you were suspicious of why he was suddenly talking to you now. Surely it was some sort of prank?

“Oh, right... Have you got a date for the Yule Ball yet?” You shook your head, “Would you like to be my date?”

You couldn’t hide the surprise on your face, “Your date?” You asked incredulously. Why now, out of all the months and years you’d been here, had he just decided to ask you out? Why not speak to you before now to build some sort of rapport before just blatantly asking you out? You looked around, once again waiting to see Malfoy laughing in the corner but no one was there. You didn’t believe it though.

A pang of hurt ran through you. You figured he was asking you out to make fun of you, it had happened before with a Gryffindor boy and you wouldn’t fall for it again. People teased you about your weight, making snide comments behind your back (or some to your face) so you wouldn’t put it past Malfoy and Parkinson to send Blaise over here to ask you out as a joke. 

You scoffed, “Think I’m gonna fall for that?” Your voice was angry and Blaise knew that he’d upset you instantly, “Bugger off and tell Malfoy that he’s a prat.”

Blaise shook his head, “No, no, you misunderstand me. It’s not Malfoy’s idea-”

“Okay so tell Parkinson or Goyle or whoever the fuck it was to leave me alone. I’m sick of you all thinking you’re so hot and thinking I’m the ugliest thing just cause I’m fat. Grow up, Zabini!” Anger ran hot through you and angry tears burned at your eyes. You grabbed your belongings and stormed off to your dorm room, you’d finish your essay in peace.

Blaise sighed as he watched you leave, “It’s not a joke...” He muttered feebly, “I fancy you.”

The following day, Blaise decided to try something else. He’d gotten up early that morning, knowing that you were usually one of the first people awake and in the Common Room, and went to the Great Hall where breakfast was being set up. He grabbed a mug and poured it full of hot chocolate, knowing that your favourite drink in the mornings was a cup of hot chocolate. Surely, you’d get the point now that this wasn’t some sort of sick joke.

He was back in the Common Room as you were just walking down the stairs. You groaned when you saw him. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him, you never knew him, but you didn’t trust his motives. You didn’t trust Malfoy. Blaise gave you a warm smile, when he smiled it changed his face completely, and placed the warm mug on the table, “I know you like hot chocolate in the mornings, I thought I’d go get some and bring it to you.”

You eyed the boy suspiciously, “How do you know I like that?”

“I see you every morning head straight for it.”

You peered over the mug of hot chocolate, grasping it tightly, loving the warmth, and raising it to your lips; the smell was tantalising. You opened your eyes, “Have you poisoned this?”

To be honest, he was a little offended, “What? No, no way. You didn’t believe my intentions were true so I’m trying to show you that they are.” He sighed, “Look, I know we’re not friends but I’m hoping to change that. I... I fancy you.”

Your face softened as you looked at him, he looked like he was telling the truth but... you slammed the mug down causing it to spill onto the table a little, “Tell Malfoy that this act this morning was more convincing but I’m not falling for it.”

“(y/n), please!”

“No, Blaise!” You yelled, probably waking up some of the dorms, “You expect me to believe you like me when for the last few years, Malfoy and his friends has made fun of me day in and day out because of my weight. Do you expect me to believe that this isn’t some sick trick? I don’t know you, you’ve never spoken to me before so how can you like me? You don’t know me! I don’t know you so no. Stop this stupid act and leave me alone!”

You stormed out of the Common Room. You’d skip breakfast today and try and clear your head with a walk around the grounds of Hogwarts. Blaise puffed out a frustrated breath as he watched you leave, “How do I convince you I’m telling the truth?”

A few days later, the Yule Ball was fast approaching. Blaise had stayed out of your way so you figured you’d finally gotten through to him. You figured that he’d told Malfoy to stop it, that you weren’t playing now. You felt bad that you’d chewed him out like that but if you were right about your suspicions then he deserved it. It was a Saturday so it was Hogsmeade day. Everyone would be shopping for dresses. You were in two minds whether or not to get one, you weren’t even sure you wanted to go now.

You’d been walking in silence along the streets of Hogsmeade when someone grabbed your arm and tugged you into an alleyway. With a yelp, you grabbed your wand, pointing it into the person’s face, “Blaise?! What the hell?!”

He held his hands up, “It’s only me, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“You thought yanking me into a dodgy alley wasn’t going to scare me?” You pocketed your wand, “What do you want?”

“I wanted a third chance,” he said, “I wanted to show you that I’m being serious about liking you.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. You were about to speak when he pulled something out of his pocket, “What’s that?”

“Veritaserum.”

“The truth serum?”

He nodded, “I pinched it from Snape’s cupboard. I didn’t know how else to convince you that I’m telling the truth.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked at him and then the bottle, “I need you to know the truth.” With that, he opened the bottle and took a swig.

“You did not just do that,” a bubble of laughter came from your lips.

“I did. Let’s go for a walk and you can ask me all the questions you like, yeah?” You agreed and began walking in silence, “You’re not allowed to ask about embarrassing stuff.”

“What were your intentions when you asked me to the Yule Ball?” You asked looking down at the ground.

“I wanted you to be my date. I fancy you. I asked you because I felt it was time to tell you.”

“Did Malfoy put you up to it?”

“Malfoy told me not to ask you out that you weren’t worth my time, I told him to shove off. He told me he’d tell his dad.”

A smile pulled at your lips, “You like me?”

Blaise turned to you, “I’ve liked you for ages.”

“Why’d you never speak to me before now then?”

“I tried. I slipped that note into your Potions book last year anonymously telling you to meet me in the Astronomy Tower, I overheard you say to your friends about it but you thought it was them winding you up. I should’ve told you then but... sometimes you’re a bit intimidating.”

You couldn’t help the laughter, “I’m intimidating?!”

“(y/n), the other day when you ripped me to shreds was terrifying. I thought you were going to hex me!”

“I’m sorry,” you laughed, “that’s too funny.” You fell into silence before you asked, “Why me?”

“I think you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve seen. You’re funny, kind; you’re feisty and intimidating but it’s hot as hell.” Your cheeks burned as he continued, “You think that you’re undesirable because of your weight or because some idiot asked you out as a date. He’s a dick, Malfoy’s a dick. You’re so beautiful, you don’t even realise how gorgeous you are!”

“You mean that?”

“Every single world.”

“Ask me again,” you said quietly.

“Ask you what?”

“Ask me... to the Yule Ball again.”

Blaise grinned, “(y/n), be my date to the Yule Ball.”

With a breath, and a leap of faith, you nodded, “Okay, I’ll be your date.”

Blaise’s smile was wider than you’d ever seen as he thanked you for trusting him, “I promise I won’t let you down.”

[kyloxox]

Ok but stop for a minute...how amazing and hot would draco and blaise look with chubby/plus size girls on their arms. Like the fucking power couples of the century. Send post.

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

masterlist

* = smut, 18+ only 

neville longbottom 

neville dating a slytherin headcannon*

jealous!neville smut*

overstimulation w. neville*

neville using sex toys on the reader*

losing your virginity to neville*

dom!neville punishes the reader*

cockwarming w. neville*

neville shows the reader just how not vanilla he is*

the morning after your wedding w. neville

dom!neville w. an aphrodisiac* 

dom!reader using a sex toy on sub!neville*

remus lupin 

young!remus, pre-full moon smut* 

remus confesses his feelings for reader (pt. 1) (pt. 2*)

thigh riding w. remus*

young!remus soft post-full moon smut*

bratty sub!remus gets a punishment*

sirius black 

sirius w. a breeding kink*

sirius w. a size kink*

cockwarming w. sirius*

young!sirius w. a mommy kink*

tom riddle 

young!tom w. jealous reader*

tom w. dom!reader*

knife play w. tom*

mirror sex w. daddy kink!tom*

tom fucks ravenclaw!reader in the slytherin common room*

cedric diggory

cedric x reader mutual masturbation*

cedric nsfw headcannons*

thigh riding in the prefect’s bathroom w. cedric*

angry!cedric smut*

cedric overstimulating fem!reader*

cedric w. an innocence kink*

cedric w. a breeding kink + cockwarming*

cedric wakes the reader up with oral*

cedric punishes the reader w. bondage + overstimulation*

first time w. cedric during christmas holiday*

thigh riding w. best friend’s roomate!cedric*

draco malfoy 

malfoy manor library smut* (pt. 2 w. breeding kink*)

dom!draco*

draco forgets your anniversary and makes it up to you w. sex*

mirror sex w. draco x innocent reader*

plus sized! reader facesitting w. draco*

cockwarming w. draco*

draco waking the reader up w. oral*

dom!draco w. a breeding kink*

overstimulation w. draco*

period sex w. draco*

draco fucks the brat right out of the reader*

sub!draco with a mommy kink*

sub!draco learns how to eat pussy*

reader cheats on draco while in an arranged marriage* (pt. 2*) (pt. 3*)

virgin!sub!draco*

draco making the reader cum from just dirty talk*

mean dom!draco punishes the reader*

enemies-to-lovers w. sub!draco*

ex husband!draco x reader get a second chance*

actress!reader and co-star!draco relieve frustrations after a spicy scene*

mean dom!reader punished bratty sub!draco*

blaise zabini 

blaise w. a degradation kink*

jealous rough dom!blaise w. a breeding kink*

dom!blaise w. an innocence kink*

office sex w. blaise x breeding and degradation*

pegging sub!blaise w. a mommy kink*

hard dom!blaise on your wedding night*

harry potter

harry w. an edging kink*

sub!harry*

harry sexting headcannon*

harry comforting the reader when she thinks she’s a bad mom (pt. 2)

harry w. a mommy kink*

harry x reader get together after the war

dad!harry watching you breastfeed james

sub!harry gets punished by dom!reader*

dom!harry edges the reader w. a vibrator*

edging and overstimulation w. dom!harry*

thigh riding harry in the mirror*

sub!harry w. a mommy kink*

cockwarming sub!harry*

james potter

young!james being a tease in class*

sub!james w. a mommy kink*

george weasley 

thigh riding george w. a praise kink*

sex w. george at www*

george w. an innocence kink*

playful george w. a bratty sub

fred weasley 

fred’s reaction to the reader flirting w. a slytherin boy

mean dom!fred*

fred waking the reader up w. head and a smutty shower*

fred comforting insecure reader

daddy!fred takes your virginity*

desk sex w. fred*

ron weasley

cuddling w. soft!ron

ron. w a degradation and choking kink*

sex w. ron at the burrow*

calling ron ‘daddy’ for the first time*

regulus black 

thigh riding w. regulus*

regulus catches girlfriend!reader masturbating*

hermione granger

sex. w hermione in an abandoned classroom*

lucius malfoy

lucius breeds reader*

multiple pairings

james x sirius x remus x reader foursome w. degradation*

ron x lee jordan x reader threesome w. dom!ron*

ron x fred x george x reader foursome*

using your safeword w. sirius x remus

overstimulation and subspace w. sirius x remus*

fred and george take turns w. reader*

dom!reader x dom!hermione x sub!harry*

dom!fred x sub!reader x dom!george*

reader x cedric x sub!harry*

dom!ginny x dom!reader x sub!draco*

doms!fred and george ruin the reader* (pt. 2*) 

hermione catches draco x reader and joins*

enemies-to-lovers harry x reader x ron*

how the hp men would react if you used your safeword*

dom!reader punishes sub!harry x sub!draco*

how the hp men would react if you called them daddy*

[desiredmalfoy]

Champagne Problems (G.W. x Reader)

House: Slytherin 

Universe: Not Canon (I think by now its safe to say I don’t like to follow canon much in my writing )

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader 

TW: Talks about blood purity. Controlling Parents

Word Count: 3.5 K

Get ready for some angst! Based loosely on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift because I got inspiration for it while listening to this song. It turned out way longer then I expected. Sorry if there is any mistakes, I haven’t fully edited it. Enjoy!

Note: I aged up Draco, Pansy & Blaise to be the same age as the reader and George.

(The picture above was made by me. I tried to make the handwriting seem a bit messy on purpose) Plus George would be the one to draw doodles on a note.)

One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go

Growing up in a rich pure blood family, (y/n) knew what was always expected of her. She was to know her place at all times. Whether that meant knowing she was better then half-bloods and muggle-borns. You are to never be seen with their kind darling her mother would tell her since she was very little. She was also raised to not go against her parents wishes. Sit straight and make sure you always look your best her mother had ingrained in her brain. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had fretted over her looks and manners. If you want a good husband you must be your best darling. 

She was to only be friends with the children of other pure-blood families. Make strategic friendship and make sure that she kept those who benefited her the most close. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy surprisingly had become close friends of hers. They aren’t a group of friends who share their deepest secrets but they brought comfort to each other. They knew what the other was going through as they were all basically destined for the same fate. To keep their pure-blood lineage strong. 

Her future was set in stone before she could even talk. She was to marry someone of her same blood status and continue their bloodline. She was never given the option to choose who she wanted to love. She was expected to give up her life. And that’s exactly what she did as she gave up on the only man she’s loved. George Weasley. 

She had met George at Hogwarts back when they were both students. He was in the same year as her. She had heard of him, I mean who had not with the way him and Fred were infamous with their prank pulling. Life was cruel at times and she wondered if she was being punished in a way when she fell for him.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers. You're not sure which is worse

She shared a dorm with Pansy for her final year. They had a very complicated friendship. They cared about each other and they would often share their thoughts with each other. Pansy’s parents expected the same out of her. It was nice to have another person who understood what she was going through. Although she knew to never share her deepest secrets with Pansy, she was an opportunist who would use anything against her in the end. Her and Pansy often spoke on who they thought their parents were thinking of marrying them off to. Being a part of the sacred 28 meant that there was a decent sized list of options of who they’d be married off to. It was such a twisted conversation for two young girls to be having. Childhood and lives continuously being controlled by others. 

“I wouldn’t mind Adrian Pucey”, Pansy said from her desk as she continued to write her DADA homework. “Or even Draco or Blaise.”

“Really?” (Y/N) responded all the way from her bed. She was looking for her shoes as she was about to go out for one of her nightly walks around the school. 

“Yeah. I heard he’s still single.”

“What about you”, Pansy questioned with an eyebrow raise as she dropped her quill and turned to face (y/n). 

“Not Marcus Flint that's for sure. Remember how creepy he was during the Yule Ball last year”, (y/n) laughed with an eye roll. 

“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop trying to touch your waist.”

“Anyway, enough about Flint. I’m going to go for my nightly walk. Do you want to go Pansy?”

“Nope. I have to finish this and I still have a bit to finish before I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be back later.”

That one cold October night changed her life for the better. Even if it wasn’t meant to last. This was her last and final year here before she was to return home and do what was expected of her. The days dwindled until she completely lost her freedom. At least here she had some control over her life. She on one of her nightly walks in an attempt to clear her mind when he had bumped into her. She didn’t fear being caught by anyone, her last name alone let her get away with many things. Plus Draco was the Head Boy and wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice a certain ginger running down the hallway. Probably from another prank. Not looking where he was going he knocked straight into (y/n) causing her to stumble back and surely hit the floor hard. But his strong hold prevented her from falling onto the stone ground. Time seemed to freeze as she felt his touch electrify her entire body. (Y/N) stared into his brown eyes as neither said a word to each other. This was the first time they had even crossed paths with each other.

“I’m so sorry love”, he spoke as he helped her stand up straight and let go of her waist. 

“It’s quite alright”, she answered softly. “Just be careful next time.”

“Of course.”

Silence followed for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again. His face showing he was deep in thought.

“You’re not going to run and tell your friend Malfoy that you’ve caught me”, he questioned her. 

“Should I be informing Draco of something you did?”

“No. But I thought you’d be running off now to let him know. After all, you are his friend.”

“No, why would I go and let him know that? It’s not my job to patrol at night.”

A smile formed on his face as he looked at you. His smile made you weak and you didn’t even know why.

From there on a secret friendship blossomed with the red headed boy. (Y/N) wasn’t able to see him in public because word was sure to get your parents. Plus her friends aren’t exactly the nicest people to the Weasleys. Constantly looking down on them and their financial status. Last thing she needed was her mother writing (y/n) about being seen with a “blood traitor”. Merlin, she hated that word. Her relationship with him started slow as a friendship first. Fred was very skeptical of (y/n) in the beginning and it took a lot for him to trust her. Fred knew his brother had fallen for her and he wanted to do nothing more than protect his heart. (Y/N) couldn’t blame him for that. Although she was never truly cruel like the rest of her friends, their reputation was attached to her.  

Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing

He wasn’t able to ask (y/n) to be his date for the Yule Ball, it was too much of a risk. Instead he watched from afar as she danced the night away with a boy from Durmstang. As (y/n) danced with him all she was wishing was that it was George that was holding her tonight. 

That night after the dance she sneaked with George to the room of requirements where the room had become the same winter wonderland as earlier in the evening. This time though, she was able to dance with the one person she truly wanted to hold her in their arms. 

“I really like you (y/n)”, George spoke as they swayed to the music.

“I like you too George.”

“Do you want  to be my girlfriend? I know it will have to be in secret but I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Of course”, she said smiling up at him. With that, she brought his face down to her level and placed a long awaited kiss on his lips. It was one of hunger and need. A need for him to be closer to her. 

Months passed where she would sneak around and have dates with George. With the help of Fred, the two were able to see each other often. It was hard keeping it a secret as you wanted nothing more than to show the world he was her boyfriend.  But (y/n) knew she couldn’t do that. They would send each other longing looks throughout the day waiting to be able to see each other again. He had once found a picture of her inside her school bag. It had fallen from one of her photo albums she had placed in her bag. He told her he was going to keep that picture in his wallet so that he would always have her near. 

Crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems

One Saturday while her friends were off to Hogsmeade, she had decided to stay back and spend time with George. While sitting in the room of requirements like she always did with her boyfriend she couldn’t stop thinking about the letter she had received from her mother. The one week spring holiday that the school offered was coming up and her mom expected her to be back home. She couldn’t even stay back and spend it with her boyfriend. She was expected to go home and attend an upcoming ball the Pucey family was organizing. 

Lost in her own mind, (y/n) tried to listen to George. George spoke about wanting to start his own shop with Fred. (Y/N) placed her head on his chest as he continued to speak about what their plans would be after graduation. She played with his hands as he continued on about all the products they would have and how it would be such a great shop. She wishes she could freeze time for a while more.

Spring holiday had come quickly and before (y/n) knew it she was back home and attending countless fancy balls and dinner parties with her parents. As the oldest of her siblings, (y/n) had spent her life at countless balls and dinners with her parents as soon as she turned fifteen. Each and every event they would talk to others looking for the perfect husband for their daughter. It wasn’t until one night after a ball that her parents had informed her that they had found the perfect husband for her. She looked at them with a bit of hesitation as she waited for them to drop who she was supposed to be marrying. 

“Draco Malfoy”, your mother spoke with great excitement in her voice. Mother must be ecstatic about this. 

“Draco Malfoy?” She can start to feel her mouth become dry. 

“Yes, you know that the Malfoy’s are a good family to be marrying into darling. Your life is set”, (y/n)’s mother said as she stroked her hair. “The Flint family also inquired about you marrying their son but they don’t quite have the same status as the Malfoy’s.”

At least it’s not Marcus Flint...

“I know mother.”

“We’ll be having dinner with the Malfoy’s tomorrow night so you two can talk more.”

“Of course father”, (y/n) responded obediently. Your expression never faltering in front of your parents. Although inside you were panicking. What about George?  “I’m familiar with Draco since we are in the same house and have the same friend group.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride ever darling”, your mother whispered to you as she hugged you tightly. Too bad the man you want at the end of the aisle won’t be there.

Dinner with the Malfoy’s was quite uneventful other than the talk of the upcoming wedding after the both of you had left Hogwarts. Narcissa continuously complimented her on her beauty and grace. She hugged (y/n) when they entered Malfoy Manor and whispered into her ear, “We couldn’t have picked a better young lady to carry on our name.” She felt like she was about to be sick. (Y/N) did what she was taught to do, smile when appropriate and be as charming as ever. She knew she was nothing more than an object with no feeling to them. 

“Draco darling”, Narcissa spoke once they had finished dinner. “We have some things to discuss, why don’t you show (y/n) around the garden?”

“Of course mother”, Draco responded as he stood up and walked over (y/n). He helped her stand from her chair with an extended hand. He offered (y/n) his elbow as he escorted her out of the dining room and out of the manor into the garden. 

“Are you okay with this”, Draco questioned her once they had found a bench in the stunning garden. 

“I don’t know how I feel” she responded truthfully. “But I am glad it’s you. You’ve been nothing but respectful to me.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“That we have never been given a chance. But I’m glad it’s you too.”

“Were you hoping for Pansy?”, she teased him as everyone knew of Pansy’s big crush on him back in fourth year. . 

He laughed genuinely at her joke. “Anyone but her.”

It became quiet after that as they both knew what they had to do. 

“We’ll be okay”, he whispered as he squeezed (y/n)’s hand.

“We will.”

Neither of you wanted this. Seeing as Draco himself was heads over heels for a muggle-born girl in your year. He had been secretly seeing her for a while. In the shadows with the same fears you had about your parents finding out. (Y/N) had actually caught him with her on one of (y/n)’s nightly walks on her way to see George. She had let him know that she wouldn’t run to his parents and let them know what she had seen. (Y/N) had sympathized with his situation and she’d be a hypocrite if she went and told on him. She felt his pain as (y/n) told him how she was in love with George. The both of you understood the pain you’d have to face as you returned to Hogwarts in the upcoming days. 

Both of you cried that night knowing what you had to do. Neither of you had a way out. You both were just pawns in your parents games.

Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it

(Y/N) had made it back to school after the short school holiday. The end of the school year was fast approaching and exams loomed near. She avoided George at first, trying to live a few more days of bliss where she was still happy with him. But that didn’t last long, he had eventually found her after their shared class had ended. He secretly slipped a small paper in her hand. 

“Meet me in the Room of Requirements Tonight after curfew. Love George xx”

(Y/N) was dreading this meeting with him because she knew her time with him was ending. The next time she saw George he had seemed very nervous. He was pacing in the room and kept looking at the ground. He was so distracted that he had failed to notice her presence. 

“What’s wrong”, she questioned him as he suddenly lifted his head up.

“Darling I have something important to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you know how we’re almost graduating? I want you to come with me. I need you by my side.”

“What”, you breathed out as your eyes became wide. 

“I want you by my side” he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside it sat a beautiful ring with a red stone in the center of it. 

“George”, she gasped as tears welled in her eyes. She’s crying because she knows she’ll never have the life she wants. It’s like fate was taunting her.

“I can’t do this George.”

“Please (y/n) come with me”, George pleaded with her. 

“You know I can’t Georgie”, (y/n) whispered as she wiped the tears pouring down her cheeks. 

“I know I can’t give you the same you’re used to but I promise I love you!”

“I can’t go with you because I never loved you”, she said suddenly as her expression became stoic. It’s better to have him hate her then love her. It would help ease her pain.

“What”, he breathed out as he stared at her bewildered with her recent confession. He placed the box with the only ring she’s ever wanted back in his pocket. 

“I never loved you”, (y/n) repeated.

“What about every moment we shared (y/n)! You can’t fake that!”

“Please! You were nothing but a game George. You were nothing more than my entertainment for a while. I’d never thought we’d ever get this far”

“Look at me right now and tell me I never meant anything to you (y/n)”, George whimpered as cupped your cheeks. His eyes pleaded with yours to let this be nothing more than a cruel joke of yours. 

You roughly got out of his hold but not before looking right at him. “I could never love someone like you.”

“I could never love a Weasley. Especially not a blood traitor.”

His expression changed from hurt to anger in seconds. As he looked at you with pure disgust. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different from those other pure-bloods.” 

He opened the wallet in his pocket and ripped out her picture. Along with her heart. The picture fell slowly to the ground. She watched it as it floated to the floor.

“Goodbye. Hope you have a good life (y/l/n). I hope you can find happiness in your bitter existence.”

“Because only someone with such hatred in their heart plays with the feelings of others.”

As he exited the room, (y/n) broke down in tears. This isn’t the life she wanted. She hated that she was destined for this. She would do anything for another life. She wanted to have the strength to run up and tell him what she was going through. To ask him to save him from her future. But she couldn’t leave her siblings alone. If (y/n) walked out of her parents grasp, she’d be walking away from them too. She felt her chest starting to tighten and her breaths getting shorter and shorter. 

You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches

The days seemed to go by with no color in her life. This week has been pouring rain nonstop. The mood of the sky clearly matches her current situation. Pansy had noticed her slight shift in mood but she blamed her emotional turmoil on the nerves of her upcoming graduation. She seemed to believe her or simply just dropped it as not trying to intrude anymore. She watched as he walked the halls of the school with sadness clearly on his face. He’d look her way every once in a while. Some days it was also pure anger when he looked her way.  She had attempted to stay clear of him and Fred. After their shared classes she always left first or walked different routes to her next destination. 

“You know you have some nerve”, she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Fred Weasley. His face red with anger.

“What do you want”, she responded to him as she turned to face him. 

“You took his heart and you bloody broke it”, Fred responded angrily. “He loved you. He probably still does.”

“That’s no longer my problem”, (y/n) responded calmly. All these years of having to mask her true feelings were being used currently. 

“You see, I don’t understand how this was a game to you! You don’t just fake all that!”

“You’ll never understand”, she said in a monotonous manner. 

“Is everything alright here”, Draco questioned as he walked up to them. He took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. 

“Oh I see now”, Fred sneered as he looked down at her intertwined hand with Draco’s. “It was some twisted game between you two.”

“Look you don’t talk to her like that”, Draco responded as he stepped in front of you. Fully blocking Fred from your view.

“I’d hit you right now but I’m sure you’d get your daddy to fight your battles.” Fred said as he shoulder checked Draco on his way out. He didn’t bother to turn back around and look at you. 

“Don’t listen to him”, Draco said as embraced her. 

But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

She knew that George wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else. Someone who would love him like he truly deserved. Someone who could help piece back together what she had broken. He would find some who truly deserved him. Because in her opinion, she had never deserved George Weasley. She could never deserve someone like him.

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i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 5

part 1/masterlist

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. The centuries-old rivalry between their Gryffindor and Slytherin houses only make things worse, and friendships are truly put to the test. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other? 

warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, eventual smut ;)

CHAPTER 5 - say what you mean

You say I'm changing Sorry I didn't know I had to stay the same Can we talk about this later? Your voice is driving me, driving me insane

Be Nice to Me, The Front Bottoms __________________________________

Due to all the chaos of the week before, Cassiah was really hoping for an extraordinarily ordinary Monday. After helping a distressed first year girl in the common rooms who could not figure out how to tie her tie, Cassiah left the Slytherin dormitories and headed to her first class of the day. Thankfully, the class was entirely uneventful. She sat in her usual seat with the Slytherin boys and stole the occasional glance at Ron, who was seated where he always was – in the back of the class with Neville.

It was when she was on her way to her second lecture that things took a turn for the worse –  really sharp turn.

Cassiah smiled as she saw Hermione ahead of her in the hallway and quickened her pace to a jog to catch up. "Mione, hey! Wait up!" she called, grabbing gently on the shorter girl's arm.

They pulled over to the side of the hallway and Hermione gave Cassiah a tiny smile, "Hey."

Immediately, Cassiah sensed that something was off. Ever since she'd been blindsided by Ron, her intuition had been heightened, almost like her instincts were trying to protect her from getting ambushed like that again. She frowned, concerned, "Is everything okay? I haven't seen you in almost a week." Until this moment, Cassiah hadn't thought twice about not seeing Hermione. They were both very busy and in different houses, so it wasn't crazy to think that their schedules would conflict.

Hermione glanced around, not liking that there were so many people in the hallway, but sighed and spoke her mind anyways, "Not really. Ginny told me about what happened. I really don't like the way you lashed out at her. It's really not okay."

Cassiah's jaw gaped open and she stuttered, "Are you kidding me? Hermione, first of all, she was totally in the wrong for spilling to the boys about my date, but second of all, it wasn't that big of a deal."

The curly-haired girl's eyes hardened, "It was a really big deal to her when she was crying about it, Cassiah."

Cassiah flinched when Hermione used her full name. She couldn't remember the last time she'd called her that – it was probably over a year ago. Something about it felt very final – very permanent.

Hermione continued, "Ginny meant no harm. She was so traumatized from people so senselessly attacked. I told her that's what we can expect from a girl who spends all her time being buddy-buddy with Draco Malfoy of all people."

Cassiah's breathing stopped for a second. What was happening? The girls had been so loyal to her through her whole recent break up, and now they were ganging up on her. The fight with Ginny was two-sided, and Cassiah refused to take the blame for the whole thing. It takes two to tango, and Ginny definitely was dancing.

And to attack her friendship with Draco?

"Draco's been a much better friend to me these past several days than you have, actually. If you guys had been there for me since we got back to school, maybe I wouldn't have to lean on him so much. But you weren't, so I have. And he's been a great friend."

Hermione scoffed, "That's rich, Cass. His parents are Death Eaters. He's Draco Malfoy for crying out loud. Don't act like he's suddenly a good person."

Cassiah had had enough. She wrinkled her nose, giving Hermione a once-over, and shook her head, "You Gryffindors are all the same. But you're wrong. You're wrong about all of it, but especially about him. 'Draco Malfoy'  has one of the biggest hearts you'll ever come across if you ever got to the time to actually get to know him. But you guys refuse to see it. And it's a damn shame, because you're missing out on a truly amazing friend." Cassiah stared at Hermione for a second, her disposition having changed from angry to simply remorseful. Her voice quieted as she added, "I thought you of all people could understand not wanting to be judged based on other people's perception. But until you learn that, I don't really want to be around you right now."

Hermione scowled and walked away. As Cassiah turned to do the same, she almost crashed into tell-tale platinum hair and green robes.

Draco was wearing the softest smile she had ever seen, and his eyes were wonderstruck.

"Draco, I–"

"Thank you," he said earnestly, reaching out to hold on to her shoulder, "No one has ever done something like that for me before." He was a man of few words, but based on just those words alone, Cassiah knew how much this meant to him. It saddened her that just the bare minimum of loyalty made such a large impression on him.

"Draco, of course," she replied, staring up at him with earnest, "That's what family's for, right?" She gave him a wink.

He chuckled lightly, clearly a bit embarrassed at being so vulnerable, "Yeah. You're finally acting like a true Slytherin after all these years."

Cassiah laughed back with him and raised an eyebrow, "Well, I don't have much choice other than House loyalty now. I think I just broke up with the last of my other friends for you, Malfoy."

Draco smirked, "Fuck Gryffindor, anyway, right? Who needs 'em."

Cassiah couldn't help but think of Ron and the other Weasleys, but she kept up the joke, knowing that Draco meant no harm,

"Right."

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Ron and Hagrid had developed a sort of tradition last year after Fred and George had graduated of getting absolutely stoned down at the hut about once a week. For the sake of Hagrid's job, no one else knew about it, besides Harry of course, but it had turned into a sort of refuge for Ron from the rest of the world. It was so peaceful down there, and Hagrid felt like family to him when he was away from the Burrow. Plus, with the twins gone, the half-giant was the only other person at Hogwarts who could hang with him.

They had completely hot-boxed the hut and the air was thick with smoke when Ron spoke. "I bloody miss her." Hagrid said nothing. He was a good person to talk to about these things because he knew when to be silent so that Ron could really get to the bottom of his thoughts. The red head sighed, "I was so happy. I don't know why I couldn't just let us stay happy. And now I'm left carrying a torch for her and she ends up not missing me at all. I never thought that any of this would happen."

It was silent for a minute, the fire crackling in the background, before Ron continued. "She seems different," he said, staring at the fire, "Does she seem different to you? You know, in class."

Hagrid didn't have to ask who Ron was talking about. "You talk first, then I'll answer. Different how?" he asked. He knew he was the only person, except Harry sometimes, the boy felt comfortable talking about the relationship. Ron just knew that Hagrid wouldn't tease him like the guys his age for being a pussy.

Ron sighed, running a hand through his red hair, "I can't put a finger on it. I obviously don't spend time with her. But just when I see her around she seems... like she's not fully there? Almost cold, but not cruel. Like she can't be bothered."

The older man nodded, "Perhaps she's got something pretty heavy weighing on her mind. Something more important than dining hall banter or Care of Magical Creatures class."

Ron sat up straighter at the mention of Hagrid's class, "Ha. So you did notice it."

"I'm staying uninvolved."

"Uh huh," Ron laughed lightly, "But you couldn't possibly mean that you think she's acting this way because of me?" When Hagrid did nothing but raise hie eyebrows, Ron shook his head and explained, "There's no way. I wish. But bloody hell, she's going on dates with other guys. I'm the last thing on her mind."

Hagrid shifted in his seat, the old wood creaking under his size, "I can't make you see it from the outside, Ronald." Ron furrowed his brow, not understand the nuance of Hagrid's words. Why couldn't he just say what he meant?

"What do you mean?" he asked, but Hagrid was rising from his seat and gesturing to the back door.

"It's getting late, young lad. Better get back to the castle before someone notices you're gone, yeah?" Hagrid said, showing him out the door. Ron clearly was not getting answers out of him tonight.

So he headed out the door and back to the castle to grind through his Dark Arts paper. His stomach growled. Perhaps he'd stop for a second dinner, first.

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Back in the Slytherin common room, Cassiah was seated on the couches with almost all her friends: Draco, Blaise, Pansy, Daphne, and even Goyle was there, although he was mostly silent. Draco was proudly recounting the events of how Cassiah had stood up to Hermione – cautiously leaving out the part about how she defended him, as he wasn't ready to be that vulnerable with the others – and everyone was more that happy to hear that she'd severed her ties with the Gryffindors. As they pointed out, now there was nothing holding her back from her loyalty to her own House. Cassiah supposed that was a positive outlook, but she couldn't help but feel a bit sad. Sure, Hermione and Ginny had been bloody awful friends, but she had some amazing times blurring the lines between rival houses with the Gryffindors.

She and Fred and George had been fast friends after she and Ron had started dating. Something about their energy was infectious and they brought out an unbridled, uninhibited side in her that she never knew she had before. Ron had loved how close she was with his family, especially his favorite brothers.

The music was blasting in the Gryffindor common room and almost the entire 5th through 7th years were packed in the room. There were even a few Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws. Cassiah was the only Slytherin, however, but she didn't mind a bit. She never let someone's house determine her relationship with them.

"Black," George had said, and Cassiah, in her tipsy state, shrieked with laughter at how the twins had seemingly materialized at her side.

"Shot?" Fred asked, already knowing the answer as he held out a cup for her. She grabbed it eagerly and smiled up at them from where they towered over. She was tall herself, but not compared to the twins.

"Ready Fred?"

"Ready George. Ready Cassie?"

She giggled at being let in on their joke, "Ready Fred." They tossed back their shots and Cassie cheered, throwing her hands up in the air and letting the music take over her.

The twins were always the life of the party, and Cassiah couldn't help but get swept up in their energy. She cheered at the song changed and it was one of her favorites.

"I dare you to get up on the table," Fred yelled to her over the music, and she scoffed, "No way!"

"Cassie, it's your song!" George pressed, and she grabbed the bottle from him, taking a long swig. She wiped her sleeve over her mouth and smirked at the two of them.

"I'm only going up there if you guys are my back up dancers."

"Oh, it is so on," they said in unison. Cassiah was hoisted up onto the table and the twins followed. The room erupted into cheers, enjoying their drunken rendition of the song, complete with ridiculous dance moves. She could barely control her laughing at their antics. She was so crossed and life was so, so good.

When the song ended, Ron appeared at the foot of the table below her. He held out her hand for her, looking up at her with his bright eyes twinkling. She took his hand and let him lift her off the table, spinning her around. She threw her head back and her arms out, laughing wildly.

"My girl's quite the performer," Ron whispered in her ear as he finally let her feet meet the ground.

Her heart fluttered at being called 'his girl.' He knew how she loved when he talked that way.

"Allow me to give you an encore performance, then," she said, biting her lip mischievously. She turned so that her back was to his chest and grabbed his hands, wrapping them around his waist. Ron sucked in a breath at the feeling of her backside against his crotch as she started moving her hips to the music. God, she had a gift for getting down on the dance floor and it drove him mad.

He pressed a sloppy kiss to her neck, sucking lightly before murmuring gruffly in her ear, "Bloody hell, Cassie. I love it when you dance on me."

She giggled, grabbing his hands and running them up and down her sides before spinning herself out. She dragged him behind her as she headed to the couch, "Come sit. I need to catch my breath from all that dancing."

Ron plopped down on the couch, and inhaled sharply when Cassiah took a seat on his lap.

"I love you," she said sweetly, looking back over her shoulder to press a kiss to his lips.

He smiled too, "I love you, too, honey," but frowned slightly when she pulled away from the kiss. It wasn't enough. After watching her dancing so confidently, and then teasing him all sexy on the dance floor, he was getting worked up. He was desperate for some more snogging than that, but she didn't pick up on it.

She shifted in his lap as she bounced along to the song. Every movement was torture for Ron, who was trying to play it cool in a crowded room. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore.

He grabbed her hips roughly, holding her down in place. "Cassie," he whispered in her ear. She shot him a look that said she knew exactly what she was doing, and she was doing it on purpose.

He tightened his grip on her and thrust up his hips up roughly. "Don't start what you can't finish, Cassiah," he growled. The hair on the back of her neck stood up at his tone and she melted a bit.

"Who said I wasn't going to finish?" she replied, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

With that, Ron lifted her off his lap. The ease with which he did it made her feel hot all over. He grabbed her hand and dragged her toward the stairs to the dormitories. She knew she was about to get what she'd been asking for all night.

She caught Fred's eye on her way out the door, who gave her a juvenile wink. She flipped him off playfully right before they disappeared up the stairs.

Life was good.

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Her other friends had left the common room following the discussion about her disaffiliation with Gryffindor, and only she and Draco were left studying alone.

Cassiah couldn't help but notice that as the group was all laughing and joking together, Draco's eyes were trained on one person in particular, but she wasn't going to mention it. She knew Draco well enough to know that he'd mention it when he was willing to talk about it.

She sighed. Thinking about that party had really messed with her head. She missed the way her life had been. Things had been so perfect with Ron. She was truly becoming a part of the family, and then one day it was all gone. It was so cruel. Before this, she had never thought of wanting to hurt another person or seek revenge, but she felt different lately. She wished that he could understand the way that felt, but she couldn't imagine a way she could ever hurt him the way he had her.

Unless...

"I want to make him jealous," she stated out of the blue.

Draco looked up from his parchment and placed his quill down on the table, "I've been waiting for this. Good thing you have the perfect way to do that. Why don't you ask Ernie out on another date? A more public one, of course."

Cassiah paused for a moment, considering, before shaking her head. "No. I don't want to use him as a pawn. Even though I didn't feel anything with him, he's still a really nice guy and it's not fair to play with his emotions."

The blonde boy grinned, "You're too good, Cass. But I know what you mean." She smiled back at him across the table.

They both turned back to their quiet studying, the only noise being the sound of quills on parchment. Several minutes passed before Draco spoke again,

"You know, uh. I could do it."

"Do what?" Cassiah asked absently, copying down a charm onto her paper.

"Make Ron jealous," he said matter-of-factly and Cassiah coughed loudly.

"What?" she spluttered, her face reddening. Draco had always been just her friend.

Draco chuckled from across the table, "Calm down, Cass. Not like that. I've got my eye on someone else, anyways."

Cassiah was more than relieved, and also excited that he was finally admitting his feeling, "Merlin, I knew it! I saw the way you were looking at Pansy like a little puppy. Why don't you just ask her out."

He rolled his eyes, "Draco Malfoy does not simply ask a girl out. Especially when I'm not sure if she's into me. And especially not when we used to do it on the down-low. It would be humiliating to say the least."

Cassiah stared at him across the table. "Well, maybe Draco Malfoy should grow a pair," she lectured him. "But, seeing as your idea might be mutually beneficial... What are you proposing, exactly?"

"Nothing physical–"

"Obviously."

He sighed, "Just some mind games. Little things that they're sure to notice. Like you can carry my hanker-chief around for class or something."

Cassiah shook her head. That wouldn't be enough to make Ron jealous because there was no way he'd notice. He wasn't that observant. If she was going to make him jealous... "That's not big enough," she conceded, "It has to be at least a bit more scandalous. Something to get people talking."

They both sat for a minute, considering, before she suddenly rose from her seat and crossed to sit beside him. "Draco?" she said coyly, "Have you smelled my new perfume yet?"

He looked bewildered, but responded honestly, "No? Cass, what–"

"Would you like to?" she asked, pulling her hair away to expose her neck. There was an evil glint in her eye that Draco had never seen before. He leaned over, letting his nose graze the skin against the nape of her neck and he inhaled her scent lightly,

"It's lovely," he commented. She let her hand trace over her own sensitive skin, and she inhaled sharply when she felt Draco's breath still on her skin.

"It would be shame if Ron somehow got the impression that there had been another man in my bed. They've already noticed that you and I are spending a lot of time together. He doesn't have to know the truth," she whispered, "I wonder how we might trick him into believing such a wild story..."

Draco suddenly knew what she was alluding to, and he had to admit it was genius. He let his lips ghost over her skin before sucking lightly at the nape of her neck. She shivered. Even though things with Draco were strictly platonic, there was still a pair of lips attached to her neck.

He pulled away, revealing a red mark that would surely form into a dark love bite.

"You're a bloody genius," he laughed, returned to his seat.

"I know," Cassiah replied smartly, her eyes smiling. She glanced at Draco, smirking knowingly when she noticed the slightest bulge in his pants.

He blushed slightly and stammered, "God, Cass, it's not like that. It's just a physical reaction."

She snorted, and punched him in the shoulder, "I know, Malfoy. I tend to have that affect on people."

"I hate you," he retorted, but the belly laugh he let out a moment later said differently.

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That’s the end of this chapter! Cassiah and the twins makes me happy. And ugh, I just love Cassie and Draco's friendship so much. What do you guys think of their plan tho? I also love the Ron and Hagrid vibe. I don't know where it came from, but once I got the idea, I couldn't not put it in. It just feels too real.

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Expression

Draco Malfoy x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1557 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Draco finds himself enthralled by a witch how dabbles in a strange kind of magic. 

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Draco had always thought of magic literally. 

It was something that he could conjure up with a swish of his wand or a few well placed words. That was all magic was to him, but that was before he met you. 

You were a pure blood witch, same as him, but you didn’t practice magic in the same way. Instead of incantations and spell books, you spelled things like quills and paintbrushes, using  those mediums to practice.

It was foolish. 

Most of the students at Hogwarts thought so, but you didn’t pay them any mind. You just doodled away in your leather bound book, your quill scribbling who knows what.

That should have been it. 

You were a strange little witch who would never make much sense to him, but no matter how much Draco tried, he couldn’t take his eyes away from you. 

He wanted to understand, he wanted to know what it was that held your attention so fully but he couldn’t make himself approach you. 

All throughout school, Draco had watched the other students, a lot of them his own friends, torment you for your odd hobby and he knew that you would likely associate him with them.

…And he couldn’t blame you. 

There was no reason for you to think any differently. 

You two were in two very different social circles, with different expectations and different lives. In fact, most of your friends had suffered some of Draco’s snide remarks for things similar to what you were doing.

It wasn’t like he had been the most kind to anyone in his past. 

Still, that didn’t change the fact that he was desperate to get to know you. It got so bad that he couldn’t even focus on the other things…

Like conversation around him, for example. 

“Draco? Are you alright, mate?” Blaise asked, unsure what had the blonde so preoccupied. He usually was all over their small conversation to pass the time.

-But right now, he seemed to be a million miles away. 

“I’m fine, don’t you bother yourself about it” he snapped, annoyed at the sudden interrogation. Perhaps it was because he was concerned about being caught staring at you, but it seemed like they already knew.

Luckily, Malfoy was only being paranoid. All of his friends were far too caught up in their own lives to give any care to who he was staring at, though if they had been, it would have been simple to catch him in the act. 

In fact, Draco was surprised that you had yet to notice. 

Just as it had started, the conversation sparked to life around him again, no one really wanting to ask the male what had made him so upset. Knowing Draco it could have been anything and the other Slytherin students didn’t want to open that can of worms. 

Something that Draco was glad for.

Of all the things busying his mind, he didn’t need to worry about whatever Pansy was complaining about or what girl Blaise had recently gone out with. 

He had something much more important to think about...you.

Draco couldn’t help but wonder what you thought about him. He had never had the privilege of actually talking to you, so his guess was as good as anyones. 

However, that didn’t stop the curiosity from eating at him.

Did you think he was the lowlife slime that so many of the others did? Did you think that he was some rich kid with nothing else to offer? He had no idea but neither option was what he was hoping for. 

The blonde would have done anything to prove that he wasn’t what they said he was, but he didn’t have that luxury. No amount of money or anger could make you understand the things he was thinking. 

Nothing would ever make it easier…

If Draco wanted to talk to you, he would have to just summon the courage to do it. He just wasn’t sure when a chance like that would present itself.

...Until you two found yourselves together in the library. 

Draco was trying to brush up on some of the more obscure spells that could be found in those old dusty books toward the back of the library and you frequented that place, as it was more private and calm than other parts of the grounds. 

You had always liked it there, a fact that Draco actually was unaware of. 

He found himself studying you when you two were in the same spaces but he didn’t seek you out like some sort of creep. Not to mention that he didn’t enjoy the library like you. 

You were sitting at one of the tables, focusing on whatever you had created minding your own business when Draco appeared. He was winding through the shelves, instantly panicking when he saw you.

He hadn’t expected to see you here. 

There was no good reason for his assumption but he just hadn’t given the issue that much thought. However, now that you were in front of him, it made sense that you would be. 

He’d never seen you at the get togethers or parties that were thrown here, so you had to be somewhere. He reasoned this must have been where you always were. 

It almost brought a smile to his face. 

“You can not sneak up on me, Malfoy. I have eyes everywhere” you grinned, looking up from your page with a shy smile on your face. 

You had no idea what he was here for, or why he wouldn’t just approach you with whatever business he had, but you didn’t care. The fact of the matter was that you’d caught him and there was no hiding now. 

Slowly the man came out from the stacks, unsure what you meant. You certainly didn’t have any way of seeing him before but it all made sense when you turned over your notebook, showing him what was stenciled in there. 

They were eyes, enough to cover the entire page, looking around and blinking as the ink dried. 

...It was the most astounding thing he’d ever seen. 

“How did you do that?” he asked, sure that he’d never seen anything like that. Whatever magic you were using, Draco had no idea where you’d learned it. 

You were shocked by the tone in his voice above all else. It wasn’t demanding or aggressive as you would have thought. Instead, his words were soft, and unsure. It was almost vulnerable.

You never would have guessed that he was even capable of something like that. 

“The ink is magic” you winked, a humor in your voice that told him that you weren’t as upset by his intrusion as he thought you would be. 

In fact, you seemed to be having fun with him. 

“I assumed that, but where did you learn it?” Draco tried, crossing the room to where you were sitting now, inviting himself to sit across from you. 

He was talking to you, finally, but it wasn’t tense or strangled as he thought it may be. In all honesty, you and the male were deep in conversation before you could even take in the depth of it. 

You had never thought it would happen, and you knew that it had never gone down like this in your mind. You always thought that Draco would tease you for your odd spells, but he actually wanted to know.

He wanted you to teach him.

It was a strange development but neither of you really seemed to mind. In fact, Draco found himself more and more enthralled with each word you spoke. 

The way you looked at the world was so beautiful, like nothing he’d ever even thought about before and every word you spoke was a revelation for him. 

It was like every thought he’d ever had about you was only made that much more intense with actually speaking to you. It was incredible and before he knew what he was doing, Draco spoke,

“Would you like to spend lunch with me tomorrow?”

You had been telling him about how the expression magic worked but he’d interrupted for that? You were almost unsure if it was actually happening.

Maybe this had all been some cruel joke and as soon as you answered, all of his friends would appear to taunt you. It would be cruel for sure, but you didn’t know Draco well enough to say that he wouldn’t do it. 

You had just started talking a few hours ago. 

“I’m sure all of your friends would find that very funny” you commented, looking away from his face to your book again. You didn’t want to look at him, because you knew if you did, you would be tempted to agree. 

...You wouldn’t be made a fool of, even if you did want to agree to his offer. 

Draco shook his head, before you could get too far into convincing yourself that his intentions weren’t genuine. Never had he meant something more in his life. 

“No, no. We can eat with your friends if you’d like?” 

It was that offer that changed everything, that offer that told you that he was serious. Now the blonde just had to figure out how he was going to tell everyone in his life that he was head-over-heels for a girl like you. 

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Faux Diplomacy p.2

pairing: draco x mugglebornslytherinilvernmornyfem!reader (a mouthful i’m so sorry)

request: nah i’ve always always wanted to write this

warnings: draco malfoy being a class A dickwad, swearing

summary: reader is an ilvermorny student who was given an opportunity to travel abroad and spend a year at Hogwarts. At first she’s thrilled, but things start to get weird--why is everyone on the trip muggleborn? why were they all put into slytherin, no questions asked? and what is that draco malfoy kid doing? takes place during 6th year so peak angst

a/n: i apologize for the fact that i’m clearly favoring this story over Sound of....Magic? but it’s mostly because i’m writing what i know and i don’t know how to adult lol. also i hope you’re enjoying the slowburn! we might hate draco a little bit but i swear i’ll mend it soon!

music recs: i have a writing playlist specifically for this fic that i might share one day

word count: 2,240

The door was hard under Y/N’s fist, something that she should’ve guessed but the fact of which still managed to surprise her. Maybe she was more intoxicated than she originally assumed.

She knocked four times, slowly but loudly enough for anyone awake to hear her. The last thing she wanted to deal with was an angry racist. 

Three seconds passed by, each little mississippi begging her to run the other way before the door opened. She prayed that he was gone or at least deep in sleep. There was no telling what he’d do if he saw her. He couldn’t kill her, at least, but there were hundreds of other things that could happen to her if he was evil enough.

Her worst fear came true as the door flung open, revealing a very disgruntled and very pissed Draco. His pale hair was tousled with some pieces hanging in front of his forehead, breaking Y/N’s conception of his perfectly kept hair.

“What on earth do you want?” He hissed, his eyes burning with an intense emotion that Y/N couldn’t quite put a finger on. 

Y/N suddenly felt very silly standing outside his room with an outfit to rival Cher from Clueless as she took in his slightly rumpled silk suit. He was doing whatever important job he seemed so focused on while she was trying to get him to come out and join a party he was so clearly avoiding.

“Um,” she began rather lamely.

“Um,” Draco repeated back in a nasal voice clearly meant to mock her accent.

“Pansy uh..she wanted you to come out. It was a stupid game of truth or dare and she slipped Veritaserum into my drink so I can’t lie and say I did it when I didn’t-”

“You do realize that’s complete bullshit, right?” Draco interrupted. “The Veritaserum? Do you seriously believe that Snape would let us get out hands on that? First years fall for that every year. First time I’ve seen anyone over 12 believe it, though.”

Y/N’s cheeks grew hot as she realized he was probably completely right. Now that she actually thought about it, she couldn’t guess how Pansy could get her hands on something that dangerous much less spike drinks with it. 

“Oh. I guess that makes sense.”

Draco nodded with an “uh, yeah” look in his eyes and made his way to slam the door in his face when a glimmer caught her eye.

In her inebriated state, she told him point-blank, “Cool necklace. Who’s it for?”

Draco froze as he turned to look at his bed, the same one that had a very ornate necklace laying on it. He slowly turned back to Y/N with a terrifying expression on his face. 

Uh oh.

He grabbed her by the collar of her shirt and dragged her inside his room, slamming the door shut behind her and shoving her against the wall.

“What the fuck dude-”

“What’s your allegiance?” he hissed, stepping in her eyeline so she couldn’t see the necklace anymore. Their proximity was uncomfortably close. Y/N could smell peppermint on his breath, no doubt remnants of a cup of tea he’d had earlier.

“My allegiance.....sheesh, I don’t know, I don’t know where I fall on the political spectrum, but I am really frustrated with the Senate for impeding any type of impeachment proceed-”

“No, you bloody idiot!” He cut in again. “I mean in the wizarding world. Not.. whatever the fuck you’re going on about.”

“Oh, you mean like... the issue with Death Eaters and everything? I dunno, I haven’t read enough about British politics to know but it’s so ridiculous, y’know? Like, someday all of them are gonna wake up and realize they’ve been drinking the Kool-Aid and that they’re never gonna get rewarded the way the think. It’s really sad, they’re basically in a cult.”

Draco stared at her with wide eyes and a defensive expression on his face. He was still gripping both of her wrists in one hand, pinning them above Y/N’s head and making it impossible for her to weasel out of his grasp.

“I mean, pretty general stuff. American wizarding media is always like, ‘look at these idiots thinking that they’re gonna restore blood purity, aren’t they crazy? BLESS the fact that we left in 1776’ and whatnot. I don’t know, we all kind of chuckle at it and make memes about the fact that there’s even people out there that still buy into that shi...”

Y/N’s eyes managed to catch a quidditch uniform hung up on the bedpost with the name MALFOY printed across the back in silver letters. Suddenly it all made sense--she had just read about his father being incarcerated for being a Death Eater. She trailed off when the realization set in.

Oh no. 

“You know, with that thought, I think I’m just gonna go back to the party...I normally don’t get this political. Forget I said anything. Please!”

Draco’s face was the definition of fury. Now that Y/N knew he was Lucius Malfoy’s son, she had no clue what he could be capable of. She briefly wondered if he would kill her before immediately casting the thought aside.

That’d be absurd she reminded herself. He’s still just a teenager, just like you. He’s not gonna kill you.

He took a few moments to glare down at her before opening the door and pushing her out.

“You’re never speaking of this to anyone,” he snapped. “Go back to your party and fall for more of the pranks we like to pull on 11 year olds. Just don’t ever come back here. I mean it. Don’t ever.”

With that, Draco slammed the door in her face. Y/N stood in front of it for a few seconds as she regained her bearings. What had just happened? She was very tired, she realized suddenly. 

She was just turning around and walking away when his door cracked open just an inch. 

“Are you deaf? I said, go!”

Y/N turned to send Draco a dirty look before walking away for real. 

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Professor McGonagall was a complete sweetheart and the embodiment of what an empowered witch ought to be, but she had messed up one crucial point when it came to just how dining space would be available for the Slytherin table.

With all the new students, there was rarely a portion of the table empty enough to sit alone or even with a respectable amount of space between oneself and another person. 

Y/N suffered the consequences of this the most out of her classmates considering the fact that she was always late. By the time that she got to the Dining Hall for any meal, there was only one part of the table that was consistently open--spots next to Draco and his goons.

The rest of the house was wise enough to know to avoid them and did so well, but Y/N was not so lucky. Nearly every day she was forced to squeeze in next to either Draco, Pansy, or Blaise and was subject to listening to whatever drabble they wanted to discuss each day.

However annoyed she was, she couldn’t help but notice some interesting changes. As the fall days grew shorter, Draco’s appetite seemed to grow smaller. At one point, Y/N was taking portions nearly twice the size of his, and she was a rather light eater to begin with. She heard his irritatingly posh accent less and less, and slowly meals turned into conversations between Blaise and Pansy while Draco stared off into space. 

One of these days, Blaise turned to look Y/N straight in the eye, startling her enough to near drop her fork. They never looked at her.

“So,” he began awkwardly. “I hear that you played Quidditch as a seeker while you were at Ilvermorny.”

“Yeah, and what about it?” 

Y/N was not about to take any shit.

“Well, you see,” Blaise told her, a sincere look in his eyes, “Draco here is our seeker, and he’s a little busy, so he won’t be joining us this season.”

“Tragic.”

“And you were good, right? Like, really good? I saw your record. It was impressive.”

“Thanks. I didn’t suck.”

A tiny smile cracked on Pansy’s face. Had Y/N actually amused her?

“Okay, enough of the niceties,” she cut in. “Blaise wants you to play for us. Please?”

She batted her eyelashes in a way that Y/N prayed was ironic. 

“Well, I suppose,” Y/N answered. “What’s in it for me?”

“For starters,” Blaise told her, “Instant status. People like you if you play Quidditch.”

“So I’ve heard. Is that why Draco dropped out? People didn’t like him enough anymore?”

“You shut up,” Draco grumbled, refusing to look her in the eye.

“So you’re in?”

“Yeah, whatever. I’m dropping out the second either of you mess with me, though.”

Blaise grinned and Pansy kicked his foot under the table. Y/N immediately felt like she was witnessing something that she was not supposed to see.

“Get a room, you two,” Draco reprimanded them, rolling his eyes as he pushed his food around on his plate. 

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Y/N’s first Quidditch match came and went. The Slytherin team creamed the Hufflepuffs so badly that Y/N probably didn’t need to do any work at all, but regardless, she still caught the snitch. 

In Slytherin fashion, her team decided to throw a giant party in the common room. Everyone was permitted a plus one, which was ridiculous since Y/N wasn’t friends with anyone from any other houses. She jokingly extended the invite to Bella in a very dramatic gesture with roses and everything, and her best friend just as dramatically accepted, leaping into Y/N’s arms and requesting that she be carried away.

It was the biggest scene the dining hall had witnessed all year, enough so that when the news of Katie Bell being cursed and nearly killed broke, it took the dining hall a few moments to calm down. 

Everyone stared as Dumbledore addressed the student body.

“Students.” He cleared his throat wearily. “If you are not already aware, one of your fellow scholars has been cursed, presumably by a necklace that was gifted to her. Please do practice caution as you accept gifts going into the holiday season. These are dark times indeed.”

Nervous chatter filled the room back up with noise but did not distract Y/N from her pondering.

A cursed...necklace? Where had she heard that before?

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Y/N was never a perfect student, but she did enjoy potions and especially appreciated Slughorn’s teachings, so much so in fact that she was invited to join the Slug Club after a few weeks of classes.

Blaise was also there, and the two often sat together and joked about the overenthusiastic Gryffindors and the unresolved sexual tension between Harry and Ginny. It was hardly a secret that the two were into each other, but it seemed that the only people who weren’t aware of it were Ginny and Harry themselves.

“Pray for Dean, Y/N,” Blaise would often whisper to her as they observed the two flirt awkwardly with each other. 

The budding friendship between them was odd, but very platonic. Y/N knew he had no trouble excusing prejudice considering the fact that he put up with Draco’s nonsense, but he seemed to see some flaws in the practice.

The most shocking part of their newfound connection happened to be what Blaise confided in her about Draco. 

“He’s hardly sleeping anymore,” he told her one cold winter day. “I don’t know what’s wrong with him. He’s lost weight and he’s not talking to me. Have you heard anything?”

“No,” Y/N had told him. “Draco doesn’t particularly like me.”

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After a particularly energetic Quidditch party in December, Y/N exited the common room and decided she wanted to take a walk about the castle to clear her head.

The snow fell softly outside the window, flurrying about and blanketing the ground in a gentle pristine white. She climbed the stairs of a random tower slowly, savoring the brisk air and relishing the silence that came along with it. 

Y/N wasn’t the least bit afraid of getting reprimanded for curfew--she deserved a break, and she was nearly an adult, for Christ’s sake. There was less underage drinking outside than there was inside her current common room, so she could always pull that argument.

She prayed that the top of the tower would be one with an open side so she could be closer to the snowstorm, and as she climbed  higher, her desires seemed to be more likely. The breeze was becoming chillier by the second.

Reaching the top of the staircase, she was overjoyed to see a railing overlooking the campus. Y/N jogged up to the barrier, leaning over the edge and taking solace in the freezing air and the cold snowflakes coating her hair. 

“What’s it with you and your insistence on interrupting my alone time?”

Y/N turned to see Draco Malfoy curled up in the corner of the tower. His hair was slightly mussed from the wind and his suit crinkled from sitting down, and as Y/N drew closer to him, she came to the most shocking revelation.

His silver eyes were pools of salty liquid, rimmed red at the edges and puffier than she had ever seen them before. His cheeks were shining with dampness, doing nothing to hide the dark bags under his eyes.

Draco was crying. 

final a/n: i swear a new update will come soon! i’m sorry that it seems like i might be rushing it. i promise im gonna slow it down a little and focus on the *subtle* fluff

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Drift Away (Draco Malfoy x plus size hufflepuff reader)

AN: made this very long idek how but I hope you enjoy it!!! Also I’m sorry it’s so specific with the hufflepuff stuff but you could imagine it a different house if you like!!!

Warnings: not much, self harm (kinda)

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It’s the first day back from the longest summer Draco has probably ever endorsed. It was 6th year. It was going to be his year. He’s performing a special mission for Voldemort. The chance to prove himself.

He walks into Transfiguration with Blaise. He scans the room seeing his usual classmates, until he stops as he sees a girl he’s never seen before. Her robes are yellow. No wonder he doesn’t know her, she’s just a hufflepuff. There is a table next to her with two free seats. Him and Blaise take them. Throughout the class Draco can’t help but swift his eyes towards you and it’s bothering him. He tries to shake it off but his eyes keep drifting to you.

A month into school, Draco’s attention to you doesn’t stop. It seems it has grown. He can’t last one class without looking at you or daydreaming about you. He’s starting to do it outside of classes, at meals, at night, in the shower.

Gods he couldn’t stop thinking of you while in the shower.

His fantasying has finally been able to come to a stop when he finally gets a chance to be near, with you.

“I think it’s the time of the year where a seating chart be put in place.” McGonagall said looking over at Harry and Ron. She starts calling out names, placing a worksheet at each seat as he continues throughout the classroom. She finally reaches the second to last set of desks.

“Mr. Malfoy.” She points to the seat and then moves to the seat next to it “Miss. L/n.” Draco goes pale once McGonagall says your name. He feels himself grow hot and sweaty. He can’t do this. He can’t be this near to you. He’ll embarrass himself.

You snapped your head to see your new seat. The moment you saw his white hair you grew scared. Malfoy was someone you tended to stay away from. You knew what he was like, you didn’t need that in your life.

As you sit next to him you pray that he isn’t like Mclaggin or one of those insufferable popular boys, where they make faces and comments about you behind your back to their friends. You did have to admit to yourself he was attractive. But he was an asshole, or from what your friends said he was an asshole. He was in slytherin anyway. All the girls in there are gorgeous size 2s, much different from you. Not that you cared about that. You just knew Draco wasn’t going to go for you and you were fine with that.

Two weeks into Draco as your new partner and he isn’t at all what you expected. He’s quiet and reserved and doesn’t talk to you much, which your grateful for. He can barely look you in the eyes for more than 3 seconds, and when he does he gets all blushy. He hates when that happens. It’s like his whole body has betrayed him for this girl. This hufflepuff girl. Draco starts to do his hair, puts on his most expensive cologne, iron out his robes just for an hour class you spent together, where you barely acknowledge him. But he doesn’t care he’s fallen for you hard. You’re just so cute with your chubby cheeks. And your h/c hair. And your e/c shiny eyes.

-

It’s been about 30 minutes into class and you started to work on todays work McGongall handed out at the beginning of class. Draco has been orchestrating this plan for a while. He knew he was going to have to speak to you eventually, and Draco played different scenarios in his head that would work. He decided this one would be the most natural one.

“Y/n.” You turn to him and embarrassment rushes through your body as you look at him shocked. He is finally talking to you. He knows your name? “Could I-ugh see what you got for three.”

“Umm yea sure.” You say smiling at him, sliding the paper over. He grabs it slighting looking at it and checking his own.

“Ugh thanks.” He says sliding it back. You smile at him and he loses it. His face turning as red as a tomato and he just retreats back to his paper. Draco then raises his head gaining some confidence, or as much confidence that he has left.

“I’ve like what you done with your hair.” Draco says. He looks at you for a split second. You make eye contact and you look down. He blushes even more if that’s possible.

“Ugh thanks....” you brush a piece of your hair out of your face. You never heard Draco complement someone, especially a hufflepuff.

He’s a slytherin he could never like you. You’re not like slytherin girls.

You snap out of your thoughts and reply “I liked what you’ve done with your hair.” Draco’s heart flutters and he smiles to himself cause you noticed he did his hair that morning.

She doesn’t like you she’s a hufflepuff. He’s not like hufflepuff boys.

“You know you’re a lot different than I thought you would be.” You said looking down at your papers.

“Is that a bad thing or a good thing.” Draco manages to say without stuttering.

“Good thing.” You say back to him, eyes shining. Draco’s heart melts.

-

Draco never knew you were a prefect until you both get paired together for night duties. But it didn’t surprise him, you had all the qualities. He would usually skips his night duties, being too busy in the room of requirement or being too tired from it. But now he has the chance to be alone with you, so he can manage skipping a few hours of sleep.

“You know you shouldn’t be sneaking up on people.” You say and Draco jumps. You turn around to see him. Your usual sweet smile plastered on your face. He blushes thank god you can’t see his face too well.

“Just wanted to make sure you were doing your job.” You roll your eyes playfully and laugh. Draco’s heart flutters, his mother did always tell him a way to a girl’s heart is to make her laugh.

“I’m doing fine, thanks.” You said turning around and walking away.

“Where are you going?”

“Our shift is over. I don’t know about you but I’m going to sleep.” Draco feels embarrassment flush through himself. He shakes it off and follows you.

“Where are you going?” You say mocking him, giving him a cheeky smile.

“To my common room, and if I remember correctly mine is right by yours, or have you forgotten?”

“Fuck off.” You say lightly punching him. His arm grows goosebumps from the contact. He smiles to himself.

His smile fades lightly. As you and him both walk through the castle you walk past a huge window, glowing moonlight into the castle. You walk up to the window and stare out. Draco stands for a minute admiring you.

This seems to be like something out of one of Draco’s daydreams. You and him alone together, talking to each other without a care in the world. You looking out at the moonlight, as he professes his love for you. He’s knocked out of his dream as you speak to him.

“Are you scared?”

“S-scared? Why would I b-be scared?”

“Of the war.” Draco walks over to join you, head low. “It’s coming. Faster than expected.” You just continue to look out, a few years rolling down your face, realizing what’s coming. “I’m terrified.” You admit. You’re not surprised when Draco doesn’t answer. He doesn’t seem the type to be vulnerable or admit he’s scared.

He rests his hands on the concrete ledge, looking out at the stars. He turns his head towards you, seeing your broken face. His eyes travel to your hand. He turns his head back to the window. He moves his left hand up and down towards your hand. He grazes your fingers lightly with him. You’re surprised by the action, he feels the chills travel through your body. He then begins to intertwine your warm soft fingers with his cold rough ones.

“Y-yea, yea I am.” He whispers to himself but you hear. You rest your head on his shoulder it almost seems too perfect. It seems to perfect even for him to mess up.

-

“Malfoy why are we going to the library?” Crabbe groaned as Draco started to walk into the quiet room.

“Because I need to study. It’s not like I invited you two.” He sneered towards Crabbe and Goyle. Draco spots you the minute he walks in. You’re sitting at a table alone doing homework. He so badly wanted to go up to you, ask you if you needed help, but he couldn’t, not with his friends there.

“Cmon Draco this table is empty.” Goyle points to the table next to you. Draco gulps and nods his head, slowing following them. He sits at the table the seat opposite from you. He takes out a book and tries to start to ‘reading’ it, but instead he can’t focus and looks up at you nervously every 30 seconds.

Draco notices that Crabbe as caught onto his glances at you. Draco closes his eyes, praying to god that they don’t say anything. In that moment Crabbe nudges Goyle and motions over to you. They both smile to each other.

As they speak rude things about you, Draco is just sitting there nervously bouncing his leg. Draco is happy you ignore them. He hopes you notice he isn’t engaging in his friend’s activities. Draco isn’t even listening to what they’re saying, he doesn’t care.

“Hey Malfoy.” Crabbe kicks Draco under the table and motions to you.

“W-what?” Draco grits out.

“Isn’t this your fat transfiguration partner you told us about?” Draco goes pale. You lift your head slightly, listening but pretending you’re still reading. Draco knows you heard. You shut your book and begin to pack your things quickly.

You feel so stupid. Thinking Draco was different. Thinking Draco wasn’t as much of an asshole people make him out to be. Guess you were wrong.

You quickly retreat to the door, slinging your bag over your shoulder. Draco gets up harshly and slams his chair in. He quickly goes after you, and he manages to catch your wrist before you can make it out the door.

You turn back to see who stopped you. It’s Draco of course. You roll your eyes and turn your head trying to escape his grip, but he doesn’t let go. He tugs your wrist a little, signaling you to look back at him, never being able to make words out. You slowly turn your head your eyes moving from the ground to his face.

He looks in your eyes. Full of disappointment. Sadness. He stands there for a second looking at you, not able to get any words out. You roll your eyes again and tear your arm away from his grasp.

“I thought you were different.”

You walk out. And he doesn’t go after you. He wants to. But he physically can’t. His body betrays him again. He’s scared. Scared of what you think of him now. Guess he was the asshole, everyone warned you about. Too afraid to tell his friends to stop. Too afraid to show his true, kind nature. All he does is stand there, the words you said to him ringing in his ears

I thought you were different.

He is different. He is nice. He’s just afraid. A coward to show himself, to become vulnerable. Scared to be loved by a hufflepuff girl who would actually treat him like he mattered.

Draco goes to the astronomy tower. The only true place he can be alone. He sits against the cold wall. He must have been there for a few hours because very hour he heard a large group of students walk by, signaling a new class had begun.

“Like she wanted to be with you anyway.” Draco whispers to himself as his fingers graze his mark. His horrible mark that just defines how much of a horrible person he is. The tears on Draco’s face fall onto the snake. His head snaps to the stairs once he hears a noise. He quickly pulls his sleeve and wipes off his tears. He hears your voice and one he recognizes as Potter.

“So I ugh heard you and Draco were partners in class and I was wonder-”

“Harry we cane here to work on our astronomy project not Draco.” You gave him a stern look but gave in to his look of determination. “Harry I don’t know anything about Draco and what happened with Katie Bell. We’re just partners.” You said looking up at him and then down, holding onto your bag strap nervously. Draco’s heart hurt when he heard that. Just Partners.

“Are you sure there isn’t anything that could lead to him being a death eater.” As Harry spoke on, explaining his theory you walked up the stairs to the top of the tower. As you reached the top you and Draco made eye contact. Harry couldn’t see Draco since he was still behind you. Draco’s face went pale and he quickly stood up, and left down a stair case that was next to him, you didn’t even know existed.

“Ugh Harry could you hold that thought I just gotta go-” before Harry could answer you slipped past him and down the stairs towards Draco. You kept a pretty close distance to him. After a minute he turned into the boy’s bathroom. You stood before the door for a moment, contemplating if you should go in.

As Draco rushed into the bathroom he hoped he lost you. He quickly made his way to the sink and the mirrors. As he looked into the mirror he saw the worst. A scared lonely boy who chose the wrong path his parents set out for him. A boy too afraid to stand up to his friends, afraid of what they would think. As he stared at himself he got nauseous. He was sick to see the person he was. The person he became.

Soon Draco started sobbing, and crying into the sink. He took out his wand and rolled up his sleeve. He pointed his wand to his mark and started muttering spells, trying to fade or get rid of the mark. But they didn’t work. It only hurt him and his arm more. But he didn’t care he wanted to get the mark off of him and had to. He threw his wand across the bathroom and yelled. He lowered his head in shame. He heard a noise coming from the door and his head snapped up.

“Shit.” Draco whispered to himself as he saw your reflection. He quickly takes his jumper and wipes his eyes away from the tears. He tries to control his breathing but it’s nearly impossible.

“Draco?” You say in angel like voice. Draco can’t help but choke out more sobs. You can’t see him like this. A crying, weeping mess. Draco doesn’t waste a second picking up his discarded jumper and rushes out of the bathroom, but he doesn’t make it far as you block the exit.

You see the blood seeping into his shirt as you grab his hand, cupping his palm. Even with having the pain of his left arm bleeding and wounded he can’t help but feel goosebumps. But that’s nothing he’s new to when it comes to you. He tries his best to avoid eye contact with you. He can’t see your beautiful face. Not right now.

“Draco please, you’re hurt.” You grab his face and force his eyes to stare into yours. In this moment this is all Draco can think about. This is all Draco cares about. He forgets about everything. His problems. His mark.

As you push up his sleeve to see his injury he forgets about what is laid upon his arm. Well that’s until he sees your scared and shocked face. You stumble back a few steps, giving Draco a clear view of your face, disappointment spread across it. Just like in the library.

He lowers his head in shame, more tears falling. He’s what you’re afraid of. One of Voldemort’s followers. Apart of the war. The reason for the war. Draco just sats there crying, the most crying he’s done in a while. He doesn’t care who sees. He feels defeated, lost, alone.

“Please, please. I’m sorry.” He says as he runs his blood stained hand along your hair. “I-I-I” He loses all feeling in his body. He collapses into your body, and you don’t stray away. You embrace him. His head is in the crook of your neck, leaving tear stains as you run your hand through his blonde locks. Your arms are around him, holding him, clutching him.

“I’m so scared.” He sobs. He’s never felt this vulnerable. To anyone. To a girl. To a hufflepuff. But he doesn’t care. He wants to be with you. He wants you to see him, comfort him, love him. He feels like he’s finally where he supposed to be. He feels like he’s home. As his thin, tall body molds with yours, he feels safe.

“im sorry. I’m so sorry.” You look into his eyes confused “I’m sorry I dragged you into this. I’m sorry for being a coward and not telling my friends to stop. I’m sorry.” He let out a huge sob “please I’m so sorry. I’m sorry for everything.”

“Shhhhh....” You soothed him. “It’s okay. You’re going to be ok.” He bawled into your shoulder, heaving loudly.

“N-n-now you’re gonna h-h-h-ate me-e.” He sobbed. As Draco cried he felt like he could barely breath, all he could focus on was crying.

“No, no I don’t hate you.” You placed your chin on top of his head “I could never hate you.” He lifted his head up so you were face to face.

“B-but I’m a death-h eater-r. I-I-I-” He said his eyes desperately looking into yours for any signs of lying. He didn’t see any. He saw the caring, kind eyes he loved. The eyes that made him feel at home. The eyes that made him feel wanted, loved and that he mattered.

“I don’t care.” You placed your hand on top of his. “Because I know that’s not you.”

“B-b-but-”

“Stop, Draco please. I don’t hate you.”

“You should.” He mumbled “I’m so stupid. For everything.” He said placing his hands on his head. “For getting the mark. For thinking I could do this. For thinking you actually could like me.”

“I-I-I do like you.” You say surprised by yourself for admitting that. Draco raises his hand to your head. In this moment he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care he’s a death eater. He doesn’t care that his hand is bleeding. All he cares about is you. He leans into you placing his lips on yours.

He could barely imagine it. His first kiss with a hufflepuff. His first kiss with a hufflepuff he actually liked. His first kiss with a hufflepuff he loved.

This moment shared between a pure and kind hufflepuff and a tortured damaged slytherin was special. It was perfect.

[writerofmanyfandoms]

You Are So Beautiful

Summary: Requested!DracoMalfoyxPlusSized!Reader! Modern AU. Draco and yourself are pretty much terrified of meeting his dad. He is a big-time businessman, and you don’t come from wealth. Plus you feel not as worthy because you are plus sized.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1350

Warnings: fluff, insecurities, language, suggestive

Author’s Note: Sorry if Draco seems a bit out of character! So this Rental Laptop is slow, but a lot better than my old one! Thank you all for your patience! I am going to have stories coming out as much as possible! Trying to save up for the desktop that I want(a friend suggested making a GoFundMe, but I dunno). I have a lot of Star Wars and BOTW request. Feel free to send in your Game of Thrones requests!

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. Also, I do not own this GIF, found on GIPHY

“Oh come on babe, it won’t be so bad.” Draco soothed, playing with your hair. Although he was nervous about the two of you meeting, he tried not to show it. Besides, you were a nervous wreck as you tossed clothes around in the apartment.

“Are you kidding me? Your father owns Malfoy Enterprises, my dad dropped out of High School.” You groaned, pulling the dress Draco had gotten you for your birthday out of the closet.

The two of you had met in your first year of college. You had worked your ass off to get into an ivy league on scholarship, while he was able to afford it. The two of you were in the same classes, both getting a business degree.

You never expected to have fallen in love with someone who seemed so different than you. You worked hard for everything you had, and things seem to come so easy to Draco. Sure, he was rough around the edges, but somehow, you had managed to fall in love.

Occasionally he would make a comment about the working class, and you were always quick to shut it down and teach him. You knew it was how he was raised, though, you couldn’t blame him. After all, you had thought ill of the rich until the two of you had begun dating.

“You met my mother, and she loved you! She said you were the best girl I ever dated.” Draco said as he flopped down on your bed, watching you get ready.

“That is different. I met her over an intimate tea session. It was literally just myself and her. I am meeting your father at a charity fundraiser. You know how many upper-class people are going to be there? He is going to take one look at me and think ‘fat, poor, lazy, slob’.” You vented, sighing in frustration as you put your dress on.

“Hey! Stop that. You are beautiful and wonderful, and so amazing. He is going to see that. And your weight has nothing to do with your character.” Draco said, but you only rolled your eyes.

“You have to say that Draco. But I know how your kind of people are. They only care about looks and wealth. I have neither of those things.” You remind him, as you begin to finish your hair and makeup.

“Babe, you know I don’t care about those things,” Draco said defensively, crossing his arms.

“I know, but I know how other people are. And what if your dad doesn’t think I am good enough. I’m sure he has enough power to make me disappear.” You said, only causing Draco to chuckle.

“He is the owner of a company, not some mob boss Y/N. It will be okay!” The blonde assured although he couldn’t help but be nervous himself.

He knew how people in his circle were. He once dated a girl with a more prominent nose, and people would suggest to her to get a nose job. It was cruel, and he disliked those shallow people. Thankfully, they weren’t all like that. He had met some great people, and those people were so happy and loved Y/N a lot, and was thankful that you and Draco had started dating.

“Do I look okay?” You asked, stepping away from the mirror and showing off yourself to Draco. The dress accented your curves but flowed out right when it got to your stomach. It was your favorite dress, and it was Draco’s favorite dress to take off you.

“You look amazing, beautiful, and oh so wonderful. I can’t wait to take this off of you tonight.” Draco teased, standing up to wrap his arms around you.

“Oh hush, come on. Let’s go.” You said with a laugh, giving him a quick kiss.

~

It didn’t take too long to get to the Malfoy Mansion, and no matter how many times you visited, you were in awe of the size. It was nothing like the home you grew up in, and definitely better than the cramped apartment you lived in now. The outside was gorgeous, and the inside was so intricately decorated. As the two of you entered the Manor, you saw Narcissa turn and smile at the two of you.

“Draco, Y/N! Welcome.” Narcissa greeted, wrapping you in a hug as you exited Draco’s car.

“Mrs.Malfoy, hi! How have you been?” You asked as you pulled away, but she only waved you off.

��Dear, please call me Narcissa. But I have been great, thank you. Everyone is out in the garden, but feel free to help yourselves to any refreshments inside.” She said, as Draco nodded and began to pull you away, and Narcissa headed back outside.

“Come on, once she is started it is hard to get her to quit talking. She means well though, at least.” Draco said with a grin. “Let me get you a drink.” He told you, as the two of you walked into the kitchens.

It had some small parties, but nothing too serious. You waited by the entryway as Draco headed to the fridge. You were quick to spot Blaise, a friend of Draco’s, and the two of you exchanged waves. He was with a girl, Pansy, who had been all over Draco in school. Draco said that he had known her since he was a kid, and she had always had a crush on him. He said it had never been returned, but you still couldn’t help but truly wonder.

Just as Draco returned, Pansy spotted the two of you and approached.

“Draco, this must be your girlfriend. She sure is something else.” Pansy said with a sneer, looking you up and down slowly, making you feel uncomfortable.

“Yes, Pansy. This is Y/N.” Draco replied, rolling his eyes as he handed you a drink.

“Well, if you ever need me, call me.” She said, walking away.

“Sorry you had to meet her, she is a handful. But the good news is, it’ll probably be easier to talk to my father.” He said, wrapping an arm around you, causing you to laugh.

“I would have never expected you to be such a ladies magnet.” You teased, kissing his cheek.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” He asked, laughing. Before you could answer, Narcissa came back inside.

“Draco, your father is outside. He was looking for you and Y/N. He is very eager to meet her!” She said, before grabbing a lemonade.

“Come on, I promise this won’t be so bad,” Draco said, leading you outside.

It didn’t take too long to find Lucius, he wasn’t hard to miss. He looked like an older Draco, just with longer hair. As the two of you approached, you felt yourself get more nervous. When you two got closer, Lucius turned to greet you.

“Draco, good of you to come out and join us. Ah, you must be Y/N? Draco talks about you a lot. You’re more beautiful than he let on.” Lucius said with a grin, as he gave you his hand to shake.

“Thank you, Mr.Malfoy. It is a pleasure to meet you. Your home is beautiful, and I am thankful for being invited over.” You said, returning his handshake.

“Please, make yourself at home. If you need anything let me know.” Lucius said before a business associate came up. “I am sorry, business calls. But it was nice to meet you. You are welcome anytime you like.” Lucius said, turning to shake another man’s hand.

Draco walked with you around the garden, his hand in yours. “See, that wasn’t so bad,” Draco said, but also to calm himself down, he had actually been so nervous.

“It wasn’t! I’m glad he didn’t try and use his mob boss powers to take me out.” You teased, causing Draco to laugh.

“I am too because I kind of like you.”

“Oh yeah, Malfoy? Well, I kind of love you.” You said, giving him a kiss.

“Y/N, you are so beautiful. Please don’t ever forget that.” Draco said, placing his lips on your forehead.

[theweasleyslytherin]

i knew you (ron weasley x reader) part 2

part 1/masterlist

summary: Ron inexplicably broke up with Cassiah Black just days before their final year at Hogwarts, leaving them both with broken hearts and no future plans, but too stubborn and too proud to fix things. The centuries-old rivalry between their Gryffindor and Slytherin houses only make things worse, and friendships are truly put to the test. Will they find their way back together before the year ends, or will the end of their time at Hogwarts be the last time they ever see the each other? 

warnings: angst, drug/alcohol use, eventual smut ;)

CHAPTER 2 - wake and break my heart

I wanna sleep next to you But that's all I wanna do right now So come over now and talk me down

Talk Me Down, Troye Sivan __________________________________

Ron had barely slept an hour, and when he did wake up, he was too painfully numb and sad for even his ritual wake and bake. He felt like one of the ghosts that traipsed around the castle. His feet were heavy as he trudged around his room, threw on his uniform, and headed down to the Great Hall for breakfast.

The guys were all chattering busily around him, talking about what antics they got up to on their first night back, but all Ron could do was sit silently and push his oatmeal around with his spoon. He couldn't even eat – that's how he knew it was bad. Not even the fluffy croissants or perfectly crisp bacon called to him. All he could do was replay last night's events over.

Cassiah had said that Draco wasn't taking advantage of her. That was a good thing, obviously, but it also meant that Cassie wanted to be there in that room alone with Draco, on his bed, with him touching her face... his Cassie wanted all of that.

In the back of his head, he knew that he had broken up with her and she had every right to do whatever she wanted now that she was single, but it felt like such a betrayal for her to move on so soon. And with Malfoy of all people. That stung a bit extra.

And on top of the hurt he felt over Cassiah already moving on from him after a whole, magical year together, he felt stupid. He'd embarrassed himself by accusing Malfoy of hurting Cassiah, and made a total arse of himself. He'd looked jealous and obsessive. Merlin, why couldn't he and Harry have just stayed in and messed around with the rest of the guys.

Ron's first class of the year was Potions, which he already had the pleasure of knowing was a class he shared with Cassiah, because as of a week ago they were in a relationship and had excitedly shared their schedules with each other. Merlin, he should have thought this through – he and Cassie had purposefully planned to have two classes together, and now they were going to be awkward and miserable.

When he entered the classroom, he realized he didn't know anyone else in the class, except for Neville. Ron had planned to sit with Cassiah and work together for the whole semester, but obviously he had to make new plans. He plopped down in a seat next to Neville, who raised an eyebrow at him, glancing between him and Cassiah curiously. Ron did not feel like having this conversation this morning.

"What?" he grumbled, smoothing his hands over his threadbare sweater, "Just wanted to sit with you. You're good at Potions right?"

"Decent, I guess..." Neville answered, not wanting to dig any further on a Monday morning.

Ron was just getting out his textbook, wrinkling his nose at it (he hated Potions), as she walked into the room. Her dark brown hair was hanging just below her shoulders as she'd just cut it before they broke up, and her eyes were lined with smoky, black liner. She was a vision. Not too perfectly put-together – that was never her vibe – but looking way too effortlessly beautiful for this early in the morning. He almost forgot for a second that she wasn't his anymore and felt his heart swell with relief at the sight of her.

That is, until she completely avoided looking at him altogether and took her seat at a table with Malfoy, Blaise, and Crabbe. Of course she was sitting with Malfoy, her new boyfriend, Ron thought bitterly as his mood soured once again. He never thought she would be the kind of girl to put such little value in relationships. But she was a Slytherin, after all. These were her true colors.

________

Across the room, Cassiah and the Slytherin guys were busying themselves with brewing their potions. She was dutifully avoiding looking to the back of the room where she knew Ron would be sitting, and instead pouring all her attention into the guys. She'd honestly expected him to break by now, to admit that he had messed up and wanted to fix things, but clearly, he felt good about his decision. He wasn't changing his mind, so she needed to show him that she was fine without him. Plus, it was like Pansy had said, she was Cassiah fucking Black and he was Ron Weasley. Surely, there were more impressive guys out there.

But the thing was, she didn't care about any of that. She just wanted him. She wanted Ron Weasley and his goofy disposition and his giant heart. Or at least she thought he had a big heart. Now she wasn't so sure.

Draco had been treating her so gently since their run-in in the bathroom last night, and although normally she would be annoyed about being babied by anyone like this, she appreciated knowing that someone was watching out for her. He studied her carefully as she stirred the cauldron, and spoke out loud to the group, hoping that not only his friends, but the rest of the class would hear,

"Can we all just agree with Cassiah is way out of Weasley's league anyways? For Merlin's sake, she's the daughter of Sirius Black and he's what? A human hand-me-down."

Normally, Cassiah would fume at Draco for insulting Ron like that, but she couldn't help but feel a bit vindicated, especially when she saw Ron's fists clench and his jaw set as all eyes fell on him. She was honestly surprised he wasn't firing back. Maybe he was actually ashamed of what he did and would stay silent. He should be.

Crabbe sneered from across the table, and Cassiah averted her eyes. She always hated the guy.

"I mean," he started, giving Cassiah a once-over, "I kind of thought that she and Weasley were good together. He's a traiter, and she's not a real Black. Not really. Anyone can be the product of a one-night stand a lack of contraceptive potion. How can we even really know it was him?"

Everyone in the room fell completely silent. Cassiah's heart dropped down to her knees and her jaw dropped open. Sure, Crabbe was an arsehole, but what kind of sick pleasure would he get out of hitting her when she was down like this?

Draco glared daggers at Crabbe from across the table, "Why the bloody hell would you say that Crabbe? Who do you think you are?"

Crabbe smirked, but shied away a bit at Draco's dominance, "S'just the truth."

The conversation dropped there, but it was too late. Crabbe had already humiliated her in front of everyone. Sure, everyone knew her lineage, but usually being Sirius's daughter was like a badge of honor. For him to fling it around like an insult... She felt tears brew in her eyes, threatening to escape at any moment.

Sirius Black was her father. She was sure of that. Just like she was sure that if he knew about her, he'd love her.

But he didn't. Sirius and her mother had spent one marvelous weekend together seventeen years ago. Her mother had ended up pregnant with Cassiah, and months later, before Cassiah's mother could ever track him down, Sirius ended up in Azkaban. He never knew about his only daughter. But he was still her dad, and she was still a Black. For Crabbe to try to strip that from her, such a crucial part of her identity... Even if she'd never known Sirius, she had his name, and more importantly, his talent and his drive.

She couldn't hold it back anymore, and she stormed out of the room in a hot anger. No one was going to get to see her cry – not Crabbe, not her classmates, and especially not Ron. She was fine.

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Ron's entire body roared with red hot anger when he heard what Crabbe had said about Cassiah and her lineage. Everyone knew that she was Sirius's daughter, but for him to joke about that and slander her in front of the class? It was horrible. All he wanted was to burst out of his seat and smash the boy's over-sized head into the wall. But he couldn't. These weren't his battles to fight anymore, and he doubted Cassiah would want him to get involved. Surely Draco could take care of her.

But his heart still broke for Cassiah. Even though she'd never met him, Ron knew how much her dad meant to her, and how much she loved him and everything he stood for.

He hadn't intended on getting involved – he really hadn't – but the moment he saw Cassiah storm out, her face set with a quiet rage he knew she was using to mask her hurt, he couldn't stop himself. As the class was dismissed, he rose from his seat and called out across the room,

"I'd watch what your back, Crabbe."

Crabbe turned towards him slowly, smoothing over his green robes calmly, "What did you say to me? I know you didn't just threaten me."

Ron's jaw twitched in anger as he neared the other boy, towering over him, "I said I'd watch your back."

"And why's that?" Crabbe raised his eyebrow cruelly, "S'not like she's your girlfriend anymore."

He couldn't take it anymore. Ron grabbed a fistful of Crabbe's collared shirt and jerked him forward harshly, "Now listen here-"

"Gentlemen," Draco interrupted, placing a hand on both of the boys' shoulders, "Let's keep things civil here." Ron felt Malfoy's hand removing his grasp from Crabbe's uniform, and he took a deep breath.

Ron stuttered, "Civil? You wanna talk civil, Malfoy? How about the fact that you made her cry last night, in your room? Do you like making girls cry?"

Draco furrowed his brow and looked Ron up and down with distaste, "You really are daft as daft as they say aren't you? I wasn't the reason Cassiah was crying last night. She was crying over you."

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It was the worst day of her life, and it had started out so well. She'd just come back from shopping for new robes and other clothes with her mom, and was excited to show Ron a few of the more unique pieces she'd got when they met up in Diagon Alley. When she saw him, she immediately quickened her pace, flinging herself into his arms and wrapping him in a hug. She didn't even notice that he hadn't even taken a step forward, let alone rushed to see her.

His hug felt stiff, but he was probably just caught off-guard and uncomfortable with showing PDA in public. He was always weird about that sort of thing.

"Hey handsome. I missed you this week," she smiled softly, running a pedicured hand through the soft, red hair at the base of his neck.

Ron smiled tightly, "Missed you, too." He shuffled his feet against the uneven cobblestones of the alley, "Can we walk somewhere? I just want to talk really quick."

Cassiah frowned for a moment, "Uhh, sure. Not sure why we can't talk here, but whatever you want, I guess." She glanced over at him, but he wouldn't meet her eyes. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Yes, of course," he nodded quickly, taking her hand and leading her down a side street where no one else was around. It was a beautiful day out, and even in this side street, she could still hear the chatter of wizards shopping and street musicians playing in the distance.

"I don't know how to say this," Ron admitted softly, finally looking into her eyes, his own blue-green ones shaking.

Cassiah's heart sank. This wasn't happening. It truly wasn't. It couldn't be. Not her and Ron. They weren't like other couples. They were the real deal.

He took a shaky breath and let it out, unable to break eye contact with her because he knew it would be the last time that she ever looked at him like that. He finally spoke, "I don't think we should be together anymore."

"Ron, no-"

"I don't think it's good for either of us anymore."

Cassiah's heart starting beating so fast that she was sure she would throw up, "What do you even mean? Sure, it's been hard being separated during the summer but, but- I-"

"Cassie, please don't make this any harder. I don't even know if this is the right thing to do but it's our final year and I want to do right by both of us," Ron's voice sounded so small, like he could barely find the breath behind his words.

He reached out for her hand but she snatched it away, "But there's nothing wrong. And if there is, surely we can fix it if it wasn't important enough to bring up until now. Can we please talk about this?" When Ron said nothing, the tears finally began to leak out, and she couldn't help but yell, "Please, Ron, please!" Her voice broke.

"We can talk but I don't think that it will fix things," he said in an eerily calm voice.

Cassiah couldn't stand and listen to it anymore. Not when her whole world was shattering around her. Not when she was being completely blind-sided by the one person she trusted more than anyone in the world. Her person.

"Then I don't see the point and sitting here and hashing out the details if you've already set your mind to it," she said, trying to sound composed but failing as she continued crying, and crying turned into sobbing.

Ron nodded, feeling completely numb in shock to what he'd just done, "Okay."

Cassiah snapped, "Okay? That's all you have to say to me is 'okay?!' Are you fucking kidding me, Ron?" She turned on her heel and started to march away.

"Stop yelling! Don't storm out, Cassie-"

"Why would I not storm out when you just shattered by heart!" she screamed, not caring who heard the scene he had created as she raced out of the side street, crying harder than she ever had before. She couldn't breathe, she thought she was going to faint–

"Cass, what happened?" Hermione grabbed the sleeve of Cassiah's robe and pulled her into a hug, "Why are you crying?"

Cassiah blinked hard, having just relived her break up with Ron for the fifth time that day. He truly did not care about her anymore. When Crabbe had started bullying her like that, she thought for sure that even though they were broken up, Ron would have defended her because she thought he was a good guy. She was wrong.

"Crabbe said some absolutely horrible comment about me not being Sirius's legitimate daughter in front of the whole class, and Ron was there and he didn't say a word. He just watched the whole thing happen. 'Mione, he really doesn't care about me anymore at all. I don't understand how he can just turn his feelings off like that," Cassiah mused, buried her face into the shorter girl's shoulder so that no one passing by them could see her tears.

Hermione frowned, "That is so messed up, Cass. I'm so sorry. I truly do not know what is going on with that boy. This is all just so unlike him. He worshipped the ground you walked on and now he's pretending like he didn't know you."

"I know," Cassiah sniffled.

After she caught her breath and her crying subsided, Cassiah pulled away from Hermione and forced a small smile over her lips. "Would you help me clean up a little? I don't wanna walk all around the castle looking like a raccoon," she laughed, swiping fruitlessly as the black eyeliner smudged all under her eyes. She probably shouldn't be bothering with make up if she was going to keep crying it off, but she also wasn't going to sacrifice her appearance, especially not in front of Ron.

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Ron was alone. After a whole day of being constantly surrounded by people, he was finally alone. Thank Merlin. He wasn't sure how much longer he would've been able to hold it together in front of his friends and classmates, and he didn't feel like having this breakdown publicly. All the others guys had gone to play some Quidditch outside after class, and Ron took the opportunity to retire to the dormitories alone.

The moment the door shut behind him, he raced forward to his bed and curled up with his pillow hugged to his chest, not even bothering to get under the covers. He knew he'd end up thrashing around and throwing them off, anyways.

He couldn't breathe. He wanted to cry but the tears just wouldn't come, and instead this feeling was building in his chest, tighter and tighter until he was afraid that he might actually burst. Was he having a heart attack?

He could not get the image of Cassiah's broken face out of his mind, the scene replaying over and over throughout the day. Each time he felt more useless than the last. She was humiliated and hurting so badly, and he could do nothing but sit and watch. There was nothing he wanted in that moment that to grab her and whisk her away from that classroom, somewhere safe. He knew how sensitive she was, as much as she pretended not to be. All day, he was aching to hold her head to his chest and reassure her that everything was okay. That was his job for the last year, and it meant more to him than anything.

But he couldn't take care of another human being right now. The anxiety of not knowing what he was doing with his future after Hogwarts and the realization that this school wasn't his forever was too much. He was angry at the world, and scared, and he did not want to stay with Cassiah if that meant taking any of that out on her. He could barely even take care of himself. And if he couldn't be all the way there for her in the way that she needed – the way he always had been – then he couldn't be there at all. Leaving would hurt her less than him telling her that she – on top of everything else in his life – was too much for him to handle. Not when he'd always reassured her that she was never too much. He wouldn't take that affirmation away from her.

So he had to keep his distance. As much as he wanted to run to her, so that they could lean on each other, the only way forward was apart. His mother had said that maybe in the future when they'd both grown a bit on their own, they could come back together, but he knew better. He knew that guy only gets one chance with a girl like that. And he was too proud to crawl back with his tail between his legs. How could he have the audacity to tell her he was hurting when he had hurt her so badly?

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Hermione had tidied up Cassiah's face and makeup fairly quickly and even managed to tame her brown hair that had become messy from running her hands through it into a fairly decent ponytail. It certainly wasn't Cassiah's best look, but she was definitely more presentable for the rest of her classes than she had been previously.

She and Ginny had planned to meet up after Divination, Cassiah's personal favorite class, and study outside on the lawn together. They found a quiet spot in the middle of the green, which was bustling with activity in the beautiful early September weather, and settled down in the grass. They got to chatting about Ginny and Harry's budding romance, and while it stung a bit to hear about how well other people's relationships were going, Cassiah was relieved. She was afraid that Ginny would want to talk about Cassiah's breakup with her brother, and Cassiah desperately did not want to have that awkward conversation. According to Ginny, things were getting pretty serious between her and Harry, and she was grinning ear to ear and blushing pink as she chattered about it.

She remembered when she and Ron were just starting out, and she was so excited, but also nervous about the idea of dating her friend, and having it not work out and losing him as a consequence. He'd assured her that would never happen, but here they were, with that promise broken. That was the worst part – losing Ron as one of her oldest friends.

As Ginny was gushing about her most recent date to visit London with Harry, a shadow cast over the two girls, and Cassiah looked up, squinting in the sun to see who it is. The silhouette crouched down and sat beside her, and she could see that it was Ernie Macmillian. She knew him from quick informational meetings they'd had as new prefects, but she had no idea why he'd plopped down next to her on the grass.

"Hey," he said, brushing his sandy blonde bangs out of his face.

"Hey Ernie," Cassiah chirped in reply, giving Ginny a quick puzzled glance before turning her attention back to the boy, "What's happening?"

He smiled softly, clearly a little nervous, before sighing and mumbling under his breath a quiet here goes nothing that Cassiah could barely here, and finally said, "I don't really know where to start with this, but it was really nice meeting you at the prefect meetings lately, and I've honestly always thought you were quite pretty."

Cassiah smirked, "Just quite?" she laughed nervously, "I'm just kidding. Thank you, that's really sweet."

Although she was acting cool and collected, Cassiah was internally panicking. She and Ron had broken up not even a full two weeks ago. There was no way she should be flirting with Ernie Macmillian on the lawn right now.

But here she was.

"I... I was wondering if you'd like to hang out sometime," he pushed his hair out of his eyes again, "Uh, alone. Not at a meeting. Like, a date... What I'm trying to say is, will you on a date with me?"

And Cassiah was just mad enough at Ron for ignoring her earlier that despite her heart screaming that she wasn't ready, she smiled back at Ernie.

"Yes."

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Thanks for reading this far! I swear we'll get more into the juicy stuff soon. By the way, I personally picture Cassiah as Phoebe Tonkin, but also i get that sometimes when I read fanfic I don't agree with the author's casting, so take that with a grain of sale I guess lol. :)

I'm kind of in a writing headspace right now, so I'll probably be updating a lot!

xx Jenna

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