#draco almond

[flovoid]

companions or foes…

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

i have a Theory about gay ships of the world

So, for many months, I have had a Theory. @bat-plus-moth-equals-both says I'm deluded and insane for it, which means you can never trust anything they say, she's clearly taking revenge for that one time I called her eyes almond-shaped and pretty when we were twelve.

Now, I ask you, gay (gn) shippers of the world, to look upon the following ships and tell me what strikes you as a common point:

Aziraphale / Crowley (Good Omens book) John / Sherlock (Sherlock fanfiction) Henry / Alex (Red White and Royal Blue) Draco / Harry (Harry Potter fanfiction) Wilhelm / Simon (Young Royals) Nick / Charlie (Heartstopper) Darcy / Tara (Heartstopper)

TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE. TELL ME. LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME WHAT YOU SEE, MAGGOTS.

(i haven't watched young royals but the others i ship like my lifeblood depends on it, yes, thank you for asking, but that's not the common point)

[youredreamingofroo]

LOVE TRAIN INBOUND !! 🚂💨💨

This is inspired by @acuar-io !! Thank you for doing this and THANK YOU FOR THE TAG!! (even tho it didnt tag me properly 🤧)

Tumblr is silly and while I will tag ppl, I know not everyone will be properly tagged, so if u see this, skim thru the list for your name ESPECIALLY if your my mutual ! 🫶

To start off, I just wanna say that Fae (acuar-io) has some absolutely STUNNING sims, it's hard to exactly word it, but their sims are SUPER recognizable, and their saves (Snow flower, Cozy save, etc) are SO nicely edited, so aesthetically pleasing to the eyes 🫶😩

@oshinsimblr is the reason why I started storytelling (even before my simblr time) and why I try and find a story-related reason on why my sims/characters do certain things, her videos are also SO comforting and i love her lovesick series!!! and of course, @minimooberry the whole inspo for this simblr and why I render in blender!

@mattodore and @cinamun are AMAZING simblrs if u want rich storytelling and/or well-thought out characters, River has inspired me to really tear into my characters and give them more personality, and cina just genuinely makes such realistic characters and the tea is ALWAYS hot and simblr aside, she has very good takes >:P

@groovetrys and @circusjuney have been around on my blog and as my mutuals for a LONG time and they really are some of my biggest hype people, lori has an AMAZING legacy going on with her sim, Melody, and u should DEF check it out, and june makes the most amazing clown sims 🥹 theyre always so pretty and STUNNINGGGG

-> To add onto the above category, id also consider @miralure as one of my biggest hype ppl!!! Although they havent been around as long as june and lori, they always hype me up and it makes me stupid happy 😭 they make REALLY good lookbooks and i love their sim style SMMMM

if u dont know about @rebouks what are you DOING with your simblr-life, bc becca has some of the most human-feeling story/dialogue, i always get a stupid sappy smile on my face when i read her story posts

@jarakio has an AMAZING story called Girls with Guns and its prolly my fav story that ive read on simblr, the dialogue? amazing, the poses? amazing, the vibes? AMAZING, i'm ALWAYS hooked in whenever i see GwG pop up on my dash

@stellarfalls just HAD to be on this list are u kidding me????? Bree has a PHENOMENAL save called Valley, even tho there's no dialogue, each image and gif speaks more than words could, she's inspired me to kick up the quality of my posts and also start making gifs, I also consider her to be one of my biggest hype ppl, she always be coming in with the best compliments 🥹🫶

@torissims !!! She makes BEAUTIFUL posts, her blog is very yellow and orange and i LOVE IT, she pulls a lot of inspo from Studio Ghibli and even tho ive never seen any SG Movies, I can just see and feel the inspo, shes def underrated af 🥹

@amburgundy has BEAUTIFUL builds, and they dont just do TS4, they also make builds in other sims games!! (u did a phenomenal job with Madi's legacy house amber 🤝) I LOVE the clutter and they always looks so cozy 😭

@flovoid is another one of my hypemen LMFAOOO bro you and your tags literally make me so happy, i LOVE reading them. Flo makes AMAZING SIMS, and you should check out literally ALL of their sims, especially their sims Roo and Norman from Majima Land (first post under my Roo tag is me reacting to one of their posts with Roo and Norman, funniest introduction to a blog ever), Also their sim, Draco Almond??? He's got me tucking my hair behind my ear... 🫦🫦

@elderwisp has some of the most immaculate editing ive ever seen, the lighting, the vibes, the dialogue, the poses, the expressions, i be eating those posts up like im fine dining 😩😩

@changingplumbob is so chill, I love how much passion she has for her rotations, and her love for cats?? Perfect mutual to have, I also literally LOVE reading her behind the scenes posts, they're literally so funny 😭😭

@tricoufamily and @dejasenti99 make absolutely phenomenal renders, like if theres any renders on simblr that im gonna recognize immediately, its these two's renders, they're genuinely more HQ than my fucking eyes 😭😭

-> Also Nat (Missatan) makes incredibly HQ renders as well, these three are like... my biggest blender render inspos...

@buttertrait @missatan @virtualfolk @pearlean @claudtrait all have BEAUTIFUL sim styles, butter's is very unique, i know they arent really a sims 4 blog anymore but i ALWAYS recognize butter's sims when i see them on my dash and I genuinely love their sim style sm. Nat (Missatan) has SUCH a gorgeous sim style, you've heard of them hips dont lie, well her sims' lips dont lie 😩🫦 Virt (Virtualfolk) and Sam's (pearlean) sim styles are SO animated (if that makes sense), they're like eye-candy. Den (claudtrait), like Nat, has a sim style with the most luscious lips and poutiest faces ive ever seen and are just SOO pleasing to look at, like i just feel blessed in the eyes when i see their sims

@yukikocloud 's Apricot save and storytelling is incredibly reminiscent of Bree's posts, and I just LOVE looking at and reading her story posts, this post in particular just absolutely captivated me, I was drawn in and just get so giddy seeing the Apricot save pop up on my dash 🥹

@alientown @venriliz @nefarrilou @druidberries @machinegrl make STUNNINGGGGG occult (or cyber/robotic in Baja/Machinegrl's instance) sims. Nef always makes beautiful sims for their Cryptid "series", im just in AWE when i see their cryptids... Ven and Ana (alientown) both always make absolutely gorgeous alien sims and they also just have very unique/beautiful sim styles 😍 Baja's cyber girlies are just >>>>>>>>>>>>> I love her whole dystopian/cyber theme, its literally so good and so cool, and her Deadstars series? SO good. Alexis' (druidberries) elowen is so pretty, and her sim style, especially with occults, is just MWAH chefs kiss, literal eye candy

@swallowprettybird is just one of the sweetest people on simblr, I love reading what she has to say about mine and others' posts, and she makes amazingggg posts, I loved that one national geographic inspired post with the zebra, it was so well done

@softle0 makes some absolutely stunning builds, they always look so lived in, so cozy and I would ABSOLUTELY live in pretty much every single build they make

and honorable mentions to @droolski @felysline @pamsimmerstories @swiftviolets @weirdosalike @mushbop @calicosimgirl @shadowtrait and @seriallovertrait because I feel like they're all SO underrated, they're all passionate about their own stuff and I just love seeing their posts, and if you're seeing this, FOLLOW THEM 🫵🫵

Thank you Fae (acuar-io) once again for starting this train up, I love seeing stuff like this and it's so sweet to see what everyone has to say about one another, I may have spent 1 or 2 hours doing this, but it was INCREDIBLY well spent to be able to admire and appreciate all these people, them and every other simblr person, whether i follow them or not, deserve every last drop of love and appreciation genuinely

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Theo and Draco meet with Granger

“Tell me, again, why we need Granger?” Draco was picking through a bowl of trail mix left out in a ceramic dish like an offering. He plucked an almond and a chunk of dark chocolate from the mix before popping them into his mouth.

“Other than the fact that it’s her idea?” Theo frowned over at Draco. He was leaning against the the wall of a quaint little office. It was nondescript and snuggled smack dab in the middle of a busy London street. Draco could feel the muggle repelling charms cast on it as they stepped up to the building, along with about a dozen different wards meant to protect the place.

There was no secretary assisting them. Only a charmed, and voice that greeted and alerted them that Miss. Granger would be out shortly. And to have a seat. Help themselves to a snack.

Draco didn’t take a seat but he did help himself to the offered snack.

“Yeah,” Draco grinned at Theo’s frown, and dug around for another piece of chocolate.

“Because she’s brilliant. I think she might be part droid. She sees things in an algorithm, or something. I haven’t seen her fail to crack a complex curse or ward yet.” He cleared his throat and straightened his coat. “Not to mention, she’d probably hex me into next month if I tried to do this job without her.”

He pushed off of the wall and smoothed his coat over.

“That sounds like the Granger I remember.” Draco scooped up a small handful of nuts and chocolates and raisins.

“Not that I would, mind you. I owe the dear my life.”

“Do you?” Draco was eyeing him, a smile still tugging at the edges of his mouth while he chewed.

“I do.” But he didn’t elaborate. He only straightened his collar and then smoothed his hair.

Theo began to pace the small space, watching the door, waiting for the witch to emerge.

“Does she know we’re coming?” Draco took up the spot Theo had abandoned. He leaned against the wall and tracked his friends movements. “Are you nervous? What’s going on?”

Theo shot a glare over his shoulder as he paced toward the door of her office. He spun on the spot and faced. “She’s taking longer than usual.” He frowned.

“Longer than usual?” Draco leaned his head against the wall and fought the smirk fighting to break free. There was something about people’s discomfort that brought him amusement. And it wasn’t ill intent, no. The amusement came from the way he learned people, the way they differed from him was intriguing.

For Draco didn’t outright express his own concerns most of the time. He preferred to sit back, keep his calm and get all of the information before reacting.

“Yes.” Theo spun on his heels again and paced back toward her office door. “Granger is...”

“Bossy? Judgy?”

Theo ignored his quips and ran his tongue along the inside of his lip, still trying to best select the term he meant to use to describe their old school mate.

“Interesting.” He nodded and turned again, his hands clasped behind his back.

“Oh, Theo!” A woman emerged from the door that was now suddenly open.

Long, wavy brown hair pooled around a face that had, Draco thought begrudgingly, aged like a fine wine. Mature and classic in her beauty. Her skin was the color of sienna. Like she spent her spare time lounging in the sun.

Dressed in a pair of simple, elegant black slacks that hugged her full waist, looked at Theo with fondness before her eyes flicked over and found leaning against the wall. Her bright smile dampened, but she didn’t glare at him. Nor did she lob out the insults he had expected her tongue to lash upon him.

Though, as he watched her dig her teeth into her plump little lip, he assumed it would be preferable to what was happening now.

Preferable to the twitch of his cock as he continued to assess the girl he had once bullied.

She wore a white u-neck tee tucked into her pants that clung, almost obscenely, to the curve of her waist, to the rather ample and round set of -

“Draco,” Theo cut into his thoughts and Draco glanced to find his friend frowning disapprovingly at him. “You remember Granger?”

Remember? Draco snorted. How could he forget?

“Of course.” Draco pushed away from the wall and nodded cordially. “Granger, long time no see.”

She lifted her chin and shook her hair back from her face. “Hello, Malfoy.” She lifted a brow as she took him in. He watched, smiling, as he looked him over. His hair, his perfectly tailored suit, the hand that reached out and grabbed another chunk of dark chocolate.

“I once took a glass figurine of a swan from you study. I supposed it’s time I returned it.” Was all she said as she spun and disappeared into her office.

Draco grinned as he chewed, eyes flashing to Theo.

Theo pursed his lips and shrugged before following the witch inside.

“Care for anything to drink? Water, tea?” Granger asked over her shoulder as she went behind a desk and started to rummage through a very muggle filing system. “Wine?” She didn’t give them a chance to respond. “I went on a walk this morning, as you know I like to do, and ended up in this quaint little neighborhood and found myself browsing their market. I ended up finding a lovely bottle of Elf Wine disguised as a muggle Chardonnay. Also,” she spun, file now in hand, "I don’t have tea.”

Theo nodded and settled into the sofa that occupied a section of her office. A comfortable sofa and a lounger were positioned around a coffee table and a fire place in the corner of the office.

“Wine is perfect, love.”

Draco took the empty spot on the sofa beside Theo.

“Malfoy?” She asked as he took the lounger across from them. A bottle of wine and three glasses cracked into existence, settling onto the coffee table. She distractedly flicked her wand and the bottle began to pour into each glass as she opened up the file and started to read.

“None for me, Granger. Thank you.”

Her eyes flicked up from the file. “Do you drink?”

“Only medicinally.” He smiled at her.

“Are you hungry?” She peered at him.

“Are you offering?” She didn’t respond, only flicked her wrist and a plate of tea sandwiches appeared.

Draco’s eyes lit up as he leaned forward to grab one.

Theo kicked his feet up onto the table with a sense of familiarity that caused Draco to frown at the lack of formal mannerism.

“Okay,” She sighed and began to wave her wand around, making intricate little designs that Draco didn’t understand, but the second she pocketed her wand, he felt it.

Some kind of protective ward on the room that was surely impenetrable.

“Was that necessary?” Theo drawled as he lifted his glass to his lips.

She plucked a glass up for herself and leaned back in the lounger with a nod. “I think so.”

Draco popped the remainder of his sandwich into his mouth and didn’t ask questions. After his initial shock at finding out who the target was and the subsequent involvement of Hermione Granger, Draco had found himself intrigued by the job. The lure of such a complex and impossible job was exciting.

“Why Flamel?” Draco asked Granger.

She swallowed her drink of wine and held the glass out to stare at it for a moment.

“Why not?” She asked him.

“He’s one of the most powerful wizards in the entire world.”

“No he is the most powerful wizard in the world.” She shrugged and sent her glass floating from her hand, to settle onto the table. “Nobody that powerful gets there with a clean slate.”

“Certainly.” He agreed. He felt Theo’s glances. His penetrating glare, but he ignored them as he continued to address Granger. “But why does he deserve it more than others?”

Hermione held up the file in her hand. “I assumed Theo informed you already, but you can read over his file, if you like.”

“His file?” He reached for the folder in her hand, only to have her pull it back. “I cannot give it to you until you agree.” She glanced at Theo, communicating with her eyes to the wizard.

Theo reached out and pushed Draco’s hand down to his lap. “He’s in, Granger. But he doesn’t need to see the file. He just wants to know as much about the bloke and as much about you before he starts to plan.”

Granger glanced at Draco before looking back at Theo. She nodded and tossed the file onto the table between them.

Draco didn’t reach for it.

“I dated Flamel for a couple of months.” She announced as she stretched out on the lounger. She kicked off her flats and crossed her legs at the ankles.

“You did?” This was surprising. “Seems the sort of gossip the Prophet would have gone wild with.”

“It wasn’t anything serious, of course.”

“Of course.” Theo rolled his eyes and Draco didn’t fail to notice the frown Granger sent his way.

“Regardless, we kept it under wraps. But it was during this time that I began to grow suspicious of the wizard. He was always having the oddest, most dangerous looking men visiting. Both wizards and muggles alike.”

She combed her fingers through her hair, smoothing it up into a knot atop her head. “He threw these extravagant parties every weekend. She shrugged. “I didn't always go but the last time I did, an executive secretary to the minister himself asked me a question at one of these parties.”

“What question?” Draco floated another sandwich into his hand.

“If I was part of the menu or if I was ordering takeout.” She frowned. “I didn’t know what it meant at first. But then I started to notice that the rest of the attendants were mostly young men and women that were dressed proactively. A sort of dull, dazed look in their eyes. The rest were all men. Many the ones I saw frequenting his home during the week.”

“He was selling them to these men.” Draco nodded.

She nodded. “I ended things that night and that’s when I began to investigate.”

“Why don’t you just turn him over to the DMLE? Or even the Muggle police?”

She scoffed. “Because, like I said, he’s an incredibly powerful wizard. Do you know how many members of the DMLE and the Muggle law enforcement I saw frequenting his home? Besides, I already ensured that the people supplying the sex slaves was arrested and have managed to rescue most of the victims with Harry. However, it’s only a matter of time before he finds a new supplier.” She shook her head and sat up, swinging her legs off of the lounger. “I want to get him where it hurts the most. If I deplete his funds, if we manage to make him realize that he is nothing without his money, we might be able to stop him.”

“But surely, he has more money stashed away? Offshore accounts?”

Granger gestured to the file. “Nothing at Gringotts, but all of his offshore accounts are currently frozen and tied up in investigations by both the American and British governments.” She grinned at Theo.

“You managed to do that?” He looked at Theo who shrugged.

“This job has long been in the making, Draco. This would button it all up quite nicely.”

“How long have you two been at this?”

Hermione glanced away from Theo and slid her feet back into the flimsy black flats.

“together? About a year?” She stood and stretched, lifting her arms high up into the air. The act pushed her chest out and Draco found himself staring.

“Ahem.” Theo’s elbow jabbed into Draco’s arm.

Draco smiled and lifted a brow at his friend, adding a shrug to accentuate that hey, he was only human.

Theo frowned and stood. “Shall we get to work, then?”

[wolfpants]

Terrible People, a Drarry Fic (Chapter Four: Consequences and Complications)

Terrible People | Chapter 4/9 | Rated E

Fic by @wolfpants art by @getawayfox 💘

Tags: EWE, minor Harry/Charlie, past Draco/Zacharias, background relationships, romance, romcom, meddling friends, beaches and beach holidays, cruise ships, clubbing, summer holidays (in september), truth or dare, adults playing games designed for teenagers, Harry is in a silly goofy mood, Draco has a dog called Hermes, Healer!Draco, Sports Media Mogul!Harry (but really he just sits around all day buying art from Sotheby's), Drarry in their (late) 30s, pining, FWB, FWB to lovers, smut tags in the work

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What happens when Harry and Draco end up on the same Muggle gay cruise? They certainly didn't plan for it to happen (but their friends might have). They're stuck with each other for a week, they might as well make the most of it, right?

Featuring a holiday-long game of Truth or Dare, a very ill-judged FWB proposition, decades-long pining, lots of gin, and a small pair of green swimming trunks.

🍸🛳🩴☀️🕶

Harry is hungover.

He rolls out of bed two hours after the ship docks at the port of Palermo, staggering to the bathroom with a sore head and an empty stomach.

Last night, after Draco slunk back down to his suite, Harry had felt a strange mixture of sad and horny. Sad, because Draco hadn’t wanted to stay, and horny, because they spent the time they did have together leaning over the railings, arm-to-arm, gazing at the sunset: Draco’s skin hot against Harry’s, his sunglasses slipping low on the bridge of his nose to reveal the handsome sweep of his dark blond lashes and the first signs of freckles on his pale skin, right beneath his eyes. Whenever he shifted to take a drink from his glass, Harry got a whiff of his citrusy cologne, of the almond-y scent of his suncream: a heady combination that left the little hairs on the back of Harry’s neck prickling to attention.

Amongst other things.

read chapter four: consequences and complications on ao3

[rockingrobin69]

Disastrous

It was a disaster, of course it was: with the storm and the traffic, the coffee stain on his sleeve. The paper with the typos that somehow got sent instead of the copy he worked on all night, and the stapler running out of—whatever you called stapler-ammo. Staples? Stupid. It was all so stupid, and he was twenty minutes late, and the meeting room still smelled damp, someone forgot to close the window. It was a miserable day, and Draco slumped behind his desk, miserably.

Then the faint scent of something sweet. Apples and, no, jasmine and, honeysuckle. Honeycomb? He was so tired, and a headache kept swirling behind his tightly-shut eyelids.

“Hi,” said someone who must have been leaning against the reception desk, arms crossed and an amused grin on his handsome, annoying face. Draco, pre-emptively, groaned.

“What,” came out more a plea than a question. He rubbed his forehead, begged his mind to work. Usually by now he’d whip up some witty retort or, something. But today, tired and miserable and disaster, it was all a disaster.

No response: the menace was stubborn, Draco would give him that. Eyebrow rising, then his head, slowly. “Yes?”

Potter was grinning, of course, and handsome, of course, perfectly suited up and nearly bursting out of the shirt’s tight seams. Why did he always have to be so, ugh. Gorgeous, supplied Draco’s head, unhelpfully.

“Your tea’s getting cold,” Potter said. Draco had no intention of drinking it—the gigantic cup was meant to ward off the pesky associates more than anything else. But nothing could ward off Potter.

“Thank you, I’ve noticed.”

“Where’s your croissant?”

The groan grew louder behind his grimace. “The shop ran out,” he managed between his teeth.

“Sorry? I didn’t catch that.”

“The shop,” anger-nunciating it, “ran—oh, you’re joking.” Potter’s pretty mouth was tearing up new records of a smile. “Why is that funny, pray?”

Why did he have to be so bloody gorgeous. “No reason. Only, I went to my favourite bakery today, and you won’t believe it, but…” deposited a paper bag on the counter.

Tightly, “What.”

“For you. I accidently got another one, and I knew you’d probably have a stressful morning with the meeting. It’s not poisoned, I promise.” Pushing the stupid bag in his face. “Go on. It’s good.”

It smelled good. Like Potter’s expensive aftershave and the faintest scent of almonds. Outside the window, the storm had reached critical measures, throwing buckets—cats and dogs—misery all around the city in grey. In the office, over-warmed and slightly staticky, Draco had… this.

“I have to go to the supply closet,” he said, stiffly rising out of his chair, “for more stapler-ammo.”

“Staples?” this adorably puppy-look of confusion. “Oh. I mean, yeah, I need to go there too. For… paperclips.”

“Sounds important,” Draco smirked. The headache behind his left eyebrow was mounting into something terrible, a pressure and a pull and a sigh.

“It is. Very important. Why don’t we go together? After you’ve had your pastry, of course.”

Impatiently huffing, Draco snatched the bag and stalked down the corridor. “You’re relentless,” he said too quietly. He was still tired and endlessly grumpy, and inside him this thing was still mounting, electric. “Come on, Potter, before the others arrive.”

“One day,” Potter started, but Draco had already backed him against the wall, pulled at his tie.

“Beg pardon? I didn’t catch that.” Potter just swallowed. His eyes were glued to Draco’s lips. “That’s what I thought. Come on, darling, be a good boy and shut the door for me.”

Wordlessly, Potter obeyed, and whatever annoyance still lingered inside him swiftly died down into something else, something bright.

“The meeting,” Potter said, weakly, already unfastening his tie, this frantic look in his eyes. “You—we can’t be late.”

“We won’t be,” with confidence he certainly hadn’t felt a minute ago. “On your knees, sweetheart.” And Potter—dropped. Looking up, somewhere between reverence and scorching affection.

“You’re lovely,” Draco told him, taking his chin like a promise. “Will you be good for me?”

What started as a disaster was shaping up into something quite good after all. Something bright and brilliant and—sweet.

(Flufftober day 11. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

[sailtomarina]

I bet I can do it better

cw: references to sex

He stood behind her where she hovered in front of the cooling rack, hands at the ready with her piping bag. She’d already done the eyes and smiles of two dozen gingerbread men, and was now planning her design of their outfits.

“Why are they all blokes?” he breathed into her ear, hands settling onto her waist and giving a slight squeeze.

“That’s the only shape I had. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to eat any,” she sniped back, but there wasn’t any real heat behind her words.

That was because Hermione had made these specifically for Draco after he’d dared make the declaration that florentines of all things were the best Christmas biscuit. Hermione pointed out the wonderful simplicity of a simple gingerbread biscuit paired with a decadent beverage like eggnog or hot cocoa. He’d hit back in defense of the florentine by explaining how the fruits and nuts made it so nothing else was needed–it was perfect as is.

He was wrong, obviously. 

Hermione knew that while orange, almond, and pistachio florentines were indeed delightful, there were only so many bites one could take before the flavors were just too much. Her favorite, however, could be enjoyed by the handful until the plate was empty with nary a crumb left behind as evidence.

One dozen of her gingerbread men were the more traditional snappy type, the sort of biscuit every proper British citizen would nod approvingly over as they sipped their tea. The other dozen followed her preferred style of biscuit, one those same good citizens might have found appalling.

They were soft and chewy with only the edges just crispy enough to provide the necessary contrast in textures. They were perfection. 

Draco didn’t stand a chance.

“Why do half of them look like they’re winking?”

“So I can tell at a glance which ones are hard and which ones are soft.”

He nuzzled into her neck, lips trailing along the skin. He was pressed so close to her back that not even a hand could have wiggled its way between them.

“Guess which one I am right now.”

“Draco.” His huff of amusement jostled her arm, sending a crooked line of frosting down one biscuit’s center. “Now look what you made me do!”

He paused to look over her shoulder once more. “Oh, dear.”

“‘Oh, dear,’ he says,” Hermione mocked in her best imitation of his haughty voice.

“I fail to see how your inability to focus is my fault, love.” Keeping one hand on her waist, he slid the other around to her front, down, down.

She dropped the piping bag and bucked against him to try and dislodge the offending appendage, only to realize that was probably what he expected, no, wanted, her to do. The instant she pushed away from the counter, his hand slid into place, cupping her sex, and she felt an unmistakable hardness pressed against her back. Hermione struggled to keep her mind on task. She had biscuits to decorate, a wizard to disprove, and the beginnings of a demanding throb between her legs.

“As if you could in my place.”

“I bet I can do it better.” He flexed his fingers as if to prove his point, and she nearly whined at the torture.

“Go on, then. Show me what you can do.”

Hermione nearly stumbled as he let go and stepped to the side. Before she could say another word, he’d picked up her piping bag and hovered over his side of the cooling rack.

“Any particular requests?”

She’d meant for him to tear open her pants and slide those long fingers of his inside of her; he’d certainly done it often enough in nearly every room of their home. Hermione hadn’t literally expected him to show her up in biscuit decoration. 

“No. Just make them look smart.”

“So, Slytherins, not Gryffindors? Ouch.” He rubbed his side after her swift jab, his lip jutting out in a pretend display of injury.

“Their clothes, Draco.”

“That doesn’t mean I’m wrong,” he replied in a sing-song, and she nearly murdered him right where he stood.

Instead, she waited until he started piping, the tip of his tongue sticking out in concentration the way it always did when he brewed potions. Watching his progress, she had to admit that his attention to detail translated well here, with each gingerbread man turning into more stylish versions of themselves. He muttered under his breath as he worked, transforming the color of the icing to accentuate details like little chains leading into the waist pockets of each gingerbread man.

“That’s a lot of green,” Hermione mused, trying to keep her tone inconspicuous.

He grunted in reply, too focused to even come up with a verbal response.

Draco only had himself to blame, really.

Hermione silently stepped behind him and hooked her thumbs into his belt. He froze for a brief moment, then continued what he’d been doing without comment. She palmed his arse, still tight from playing pick-up games of Quidditch, then moved up against him so her breasts flattened against his back.

“Granger…” he warned, his arms still moving from one biscuit to the other.

“Hm?”

“That isn’t going to work.”

“Shhhh, just concentrate on what you’re doing.” She held back a giggle at the look she imagined on his face. Chances were it was twisted in indecision on whether to finish what he’d started, or finish what he’d started.

This time it was Hermione who boldly slid her hand down around his front with unwavering accuracy. He groaned as she stopped over the heated length of him and stroked suggestively from tip to root.

“You’re going to get yours here in a minute,” he said, dark promises heavy in each word.

And she did, but not until after he’d dotted the last waistcoat button, swallowed a mouthful of biscuit, then proclaimed her a baking genius, for which she rewarded him by licking every speck of leftover icing off of his quivering body.

WC 1002

Twitter prompt from @DramionePrompts

Cross posted on Tumblr and [eventually] AO3

I may or may not be writing a one-shot featuring gingerbread cookies, which is why this particular treat was on my mind while I wrote this prompted work. I, too, prefer my cookies soft and chewy, not snappy or brittle.

[mastermindmiko]

Drunk (Part two)

Pairing: George Weasley + OC

Word count: 2907

Warnings: none but lmk if there is anything that I missed

Part 3

Requests are open and hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, maybe check out my masterlist.

an: maybe one day I'll edit this and make it better

George Weasley is creating one of the products for his joke shop with Fred during what he thinks is his free period, he had failed to check if it was or if it was not; and quite frankly it didn’t matter.

They were making one of the love potions for their witch line, which they were yet to name. “So we had this last year in potions-”

“Did you two actually pay attention to anything last year in potions?” Lee cut Fred off, he was sitting on the couch watching them attempting -key word attempting- to do his herbology homework. He actually has a free period.

“No, we did not but that doesn’t matter because we already took Katie's potions book.” Fred said. “While dear Georgie here was getting all drunk with Miss Lore and after I finished detention, I made the first batch of the love potion.”

George flushed at the memory, and he asked “did it work?”

“Well that’s what you’re going to find out.” Fred said, with a smirk. “You’re supposed to smell something you love or that attracts you.”

George leaned into the cauldron and he took a sniff and he immediately smelled Coconut, Almonds, and Lavender. He flushed knowing where the smell is from and he leaned back from the potion.

He saw the smirk on Fred’s face as he cleared his throat and said “yeah, um yeah. It works.”

Turns out that wasn’t the first time that Fred attempted to make the potion, as a part of his twin’s instinct he knew that his twin had a crush; he just didn’t know who. This was the 11th attempt to make this potion, he now knew for a fact that George is besotted with someone, he just has to find out who.

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“This letter came for you by the way.”

Juliette turned from her meal to look at Draco. “And you just decided to tell me this now!” she said.

Juliette snatched the letter that he got out from his pocket, it was from her parents. She opened it and read:

Dear Juliette,

We hope that your first day as a fifth year has not been completely torturous. Your brother has already written us a letter and we are disappointed to find that we have not received anything from you. You must be a great student and great prefect, you must do great in school this year; these are your OWLS and they must not be taken lightly. We heard from Narcissa that Draco is the other Slytherin Prefect, isn’t that delightful?

From your father’s connections from the ministry we will now be able to keep an eye on you from a teacher’s perspective. Umbridge is a great woman who shares our views in the wizarding world and will definitely be a great teacher. We expect you to write a letter about how fabulous her lessons are. On a much lighter note, considering that you only have two years left we were thinking about your engagement this year at winter break. Sadly I heard that many females have had their eyes on Draco, therefore you must go out on a date with him, somewhere public. Don’t think about avoiding this task Juliette, we will not appreciate it. We’re going on a business trip and your brother will be filling us in with all of the things you do in school,

Sincerely Christiana and Henry Lore.

Juliette pushed her plate aside, dropped her head on the table and let out a frustrated groan. She felt Draco tug on the letter and she let her grip loosen allowing him to read the letter.

“Juliette?”

She turned her head on the table to look at him, and hummed in acknowledgement. “Go out with me?” he asked with a sympathetic smile.

She gave him an appreciative smile and nodded. She hugged him tightly and said “thank you, you probably don’t even want to do this.” her words were slightly muffled from his robes.

He cleared his throat and said “no really, it’s not a problem.”

She let go of him and turned back to her meal.

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Juliette is getting ready for her date with Draco. The month of September had passed with no complications, Umbridge was an asshole but considering that Juliette is a Slytherin it didn’t really affect her that much. Her grades were high enough to appease her parents, and she was able to meet up with the Weasley twins four more times.

She thought about the date and what Draco would think of her if he knew she was adopted, what if she was from a blood traitor family? What would he think of her then? She doesn’t want to lose Draco; he was her oldest and closest friend. Not to mention the only known friend and the only one from Slytherin. Should she tell him?

She pushed the unpleasant thoughts out of her head and started to get ready. She wore a brown tennis skirt with some caramel colored stockings. She wore a cinnamon colored sweater and a peanut coat. She applied some mascara and highlighter. She was putting on her boots when there was a knock on the other door.

She went to open it, and she saw George standing there. His eyes trailed her body from top to bottom and said “you look good.”

A blush was spread on her cheeks and she said “thanks.”

He entered her room, closed the door behind him and she went to sit on her bed. He stood there awkwardly as he said “you look a little dressed up for Hogsmeade.”

She shuffled her feet awkwardly on the bed-side and said “well yeah I have a date.”

His eyes went wide and his jaw clenched as he looked away. “A date?” he asked

“Yeah.”

“With who?”

There was a knock on the door and a voice was heard “Juliette are you ready to go?” she walked up nearer to the door and said “give me two more minutes.” They heard okay.

“You’re going on a date with Malfoy?”

“Yeah.” Juliette replied.

“You could do way better.” He said, avoiding her gaze.

“Well, if someone wanted to ask me they would’ve right.” She said, not quite getting where he’s at.

“Yeah, they would’ve.” They stayed in a somewhat uncomfortable silence, George seemed incredibly lost in thought, when she started shuffling in her place. He was taken out of his trance. “I should go.” he said. He didn’t wait for her reply as he walked out the door that led to the corridor.

Extremely uncomfortable from the encounter, Juliette walked out the door with a smile. When she reached Draco he smiled at her and said “you look pretty.”

Her smile widened and she looked at him with his black suit, and said “you look depressing as always.”

He smirked and looped his arm with her as he said “you adore it.”

“Yeah, yeah. You look as handsome as ever.” She said, rolling her eyes, but the smile never once fading. She watched as he tilted his head upwards slightly and puffed out his chest and her words. “and also as arrogant as ever.” she added.

She chuckled as his posture deflated slightly. They started walking out of Hogwarts, down the hill and around the shrieking shack and into the village; and all throughout their journey they were laughing and having fun.

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“So where are we heading?” Juliette asked. She then saw his gaze go to Madame Puddifoot's Tea shop. “No, no, no.”

Draco rolled his eyes, and said “well, we’re supposed to be on a date.”

“Like hell I’m going there, and plus whoever said that dates have to be there.” She said arms crossed, and after a few seconds of silence she grabbed his hand with one of hers and she headed to The Three Broomsticks.

“There really.” He said with an eyebrow quirked up, noticing where she was heading.

“Well, I want some butterbeer.”

He let out a frustrated sound but followed her there nonetheless. They found a table where they both sat down and Draco got up and went to get some butterbeer.

They both enjoyed their drinks and then Draco said that he wanted to go to flourish and blotts. Juliette noticed a somewhat large group of people heading into Hogshead and among those people were George and Fred; and she thought that it would be a good idea to go see them. It was also an adding factor that none of the people in the group were Slytherins, or close friends with Slytherins.

Draco got up from his seat and offered her, his hand and they both excited The Three Broomsticks. As soon as he started heading, Juliette took a stop. He looked at her confused until she started talking, “you go, I just have to do something.”

“And what exactly is this something?”

“Uh, nothing worth noting. You go.” She replied.

“Juliette, I want you to come with me.” He replied with a slight blush on his cheeks. “And also your brother is over there.”

Juliette turned behind her to see where his gaze was and surely enough her brother was watching them with high curiosity. There was no doubt in her that if she left Draco he would tell their parents. She turned back to Draco and said “fine, but when we finish you have to let me do what I want.”

“Okay.”

“Alone.” she added.

He let out a chain of frustrated sounds. Merlin, he’s a literal child, she thought. Then he stayed silent for a few seconds and then let out a forced “fine.”

They both went to Flourish and Blotts, where Draco bought two quill sets; one for each of them. He then went to skim through the book shelves, while she was following him around -having no idea what to do- she came across a cool looking book. Juliette was not a reader by any way, the only way she got any reading done was Draco reading her a story by the fireplace when they were little. She had never even gone to Flourish and Blotts before today except for the first ever Hogsmeade trip, also with Draco.

The book was about plants, Juliette liked plants for one reason and one reason only. That they could appear like something and actually are something completely different; that fact however wasn’t enough for her to take Herbology this year. The book was kind of barbaric. It was called : Flesh-Eating Trees of the World.

All of a sudden the book was taken out of her hands by Draco. He immediately went to buy the stuff that he got. Juliette followed him and began “wha-”

“This is the first time in my entire life that I have seen you touch a non-scholastic book, or any book outside of class for that matter. I honestly began thinking that you don’t know how to read. So I’m getting this for you, before you lose interest.”

Juliette made no further comment and watched as he paid for the quills and the books. He had bought for himself 2 other books, none of the titles were memorable enough for Juliette to remember.

While exiting the shop she started talking “I do read by the way.”

Draco let out a scoff and said “ you call those 2 erotic novels that you have reading.”

Juliette flushed at the words, the summer before this school year. While both of them were avoiding the people in one of their parents’ many parties, Draco had found both of the novels which he was talking about. He never stopped mentioning it the entire summer, she had hoped that he had forgotten but apparently he did not.

“Reading is basically looking at words and understanding them, it does not matter what the content of the book is.” Juliette said defensively, folding her arms over her chest.

Draco let out a chuckle at her statement and then reached out for her hand to give her the book. “I’ll take the quills, you go do whatever you want to do. Without me.” he said the last part of a sentence with an extreme amount of pettiness that anyone could have mistaken him with a child.

“What are you going to do?” Juliette asked not wanting to leave him completely alone in Hogsmeade.

“I’ll go find Zabini.” He said shortly and then left to go find Blaise.

Juliette started to head to Hogshead. When she entered the pub, there was a lot of chatter. When she reached the end of the pub the voices making some of the chatter were more recognizable; she recognized them as Hermione Granger and Harry Potter. She then heard a lot of noises and mumbling until she heard an Umbridge like ‘hem hem’.

She entered the small part of the pub, to see many faces looking at her like; Potter, Granger, all the Weasley, Longbottom, and Lovegood. There were many other faces that she did not recognize.

“That’s a lot of people for a small place.” She said, trying to ease the tension that formed when she entered the place.

She saw Potter look at Granger and let out a ‘humph’ and her comment. Everyone looked extremely suspicious and nervous at her arrival, so she added “you look like you’re doing something you should not be doing, but knowing these there-” she pointed at Potter, Granger and Weasley and continued “when are there aren’t.”

The tension in the room increased until Neville let out a small surprised sound and came up right in front of Juliette. He started saying, “That book was in the top ten best Herbology books of the century, it is practically iconic now.”

She looked up at the tall boy and gave a smile, “ you can borrow it if you want, I found it at Flourish and Blotts.”

His face brightened and said “really?” She handed him the book and then said “yeah sure.”

He then looked around embarrassed for some reason and then sat down back in his chair. She looked around once again and started thinking. She looked at the people, and she noted once again that there were no Slytherins. Meaning that it must be something in between them that no one should know, like something they wouldn’t want to get out. The fact that she’s a Slytherin and including the tense atmosphere just proves her point.

The chatter stopped after someone made that Umbridge sound. Meaning that they wouldn’t want Umbridge specifically to find out, so it must have something to do with either Voldemort or with Defense against the dark arts. It might be about the ministry but considering the Weasleys' presence and Susan bones’ ,it can’t be.

Granger is also here and it looks like she’s the one leading, so whatever they’re doing it must be smart. Juliette came to the weird ass conclusion that “you’re going to be teaching them Defense Against the Dark Arts, aren’t you?!”

The entire room let out a collective gasp that made Juliette let out a smile, she was right. “It’s actually Harry who is teaching.” said Ron Weasley, he then got aggressively elbowed in the side by Hermione granger.

“We should converse for one second.” A group of the people were huddled together talking about her.

George approached her, “well if it isn’t Snidget the detective. Ditched Malfoy already?” He said with a smirk and a chuckle at the end.

She let out a frustrated groan, rolled her eyes and said “please don’t make that another nickname.” She ignored his comment on Draco. “You really doing this?” She added skeptically.

“Well yeah, I think it’s a good idea.” He replied.

“It kind of is, but what if you get caught. You’re all definitely going to get expelled.” She said.

His smirk widened as he leaned down slightly to reach her height. “When are you going to get it Snidget that we don’t care about being caught.”

“Well you don’t but I can definitely assure you that Granger does.”

“She’s the one that came up with the idea.”

“What? No way.”

He only nodded. She then looked around skeptically, “you’re not going to obliviate me are you?”

He then started walking away, shrugging his shoulders, going to the group that was huddled up and said “no promises.”

[tomriddleslove]

hey hey, hope you enjoy your break!

thank you for doing this little game

So I’m 5’6, I have dark hair that frames my face and dark almond eyes. I’m someone who is very very ambitious and if I set my mind to something I will make it happen no matter what, I also love very deeply. I love loving someone aha. I’m also a big reader, always surrounded by books and I love listening to music. I’m a slytherin!

This one popped out at me so call it fate or whatever, i think you two match perfectly.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy.

The Draco Malfoy, who got sorted into slytherin before the sorting hat could even touch his head. A true slytherin through and through, what more would he want from a partner than someone who is ambitious?

He has high expectations of himself and needs someone who can respect that, if not push him further towards them. You were that person, and it was essentially a sone deal for them.

Now I also think Draco would be a sucker for almond shaped eyes, and he would make a corny poetic comment about it when you first started dating.

I think he’s quite a gentleman. He didn’t court you per say, but he did make his intentions clear and take you out for dates. Buy you flowers, the whole spiel.

Realistically I think he wants someone who enjoys the lifestyle he lives. Rather grandiose. Someone who accepts being spoiled.

BUT

We forget that all Draco wanted was a normal (high society) teenage life.

He loved reading. Adored it. That’s all he could really do at the Manor. Much to his fathers disapproval, he knew all the classics. From Homer, to Dostoevsky. He read the poets, and the philosophers. He loved reading and only fell in love with you more when he found out you read too.

That’s often what the two of you did together, reading silently in eachothers presence.

QUALITY TIME.

He loves being around you, doing anything. Revising, sleeping. It’s tenfold better now that you’re here with him.

He doesn’t really like music much, especially not after being forced into pianoforte lessons by his parents.

But, when he hears you hum along to your music, it’s the most beautiful sound, and he swears he could listen to ur for days on end.

It became more official when he asked you to come home with him during the Christmas Holidays, so you couldn’t meet his mother. Draco loves his mother dearly, and her seal of approval was a make or break for him.

That day you turned up, dressed elegantly with a gift for her. You wooed get over immediately, clearly having put in the effort yet still so undeniably you.

It’s not that you were trying to be someone you weren’t, but you knew the right side of yourself to present. Needless to say, Narcissa was immediately planning your future with Draco.

On the last day of you staying with him, you convince him to sneak out of the manor. You grab his hands, and the two of you cannot help but feel exhilarated as you sneak through the corridors, sprinting down the halls. You made him feel normal. He felt alive with you, like he was just a student with no worries but exams and relationships.

You danced in the rain that night, to the melody of your haphazard singing. The memory is forever engrained into Draco’s head. It’s what he thinks of the first time he successfully casts a patronus.

Draco is a very complex boy. He’s scared, he doesn’t know how to deal with emotions. He’s temperamental, and he gets angry. He thought that would drive you away, that it would make you leave him.

But you love. Deeply. You stuck by him through everything. When he needed to get away, you were ready to leave without second thought. When he needed someone to defend him, you were there without a doubt. When he needed to cry, you held him. The only things that mattered to you was him, as was the same for him. Nothing, and no one mattered, if you were involved.

The battle of Hogwarts was hell for him. He couldn’t cope not seeing you for seconds. He only prayed by putting himself forward first he could delay you from doing anything.

After it all finished, he immediately proposed. Not a whole on one knee thing. Rather, he grabs your face, kisses you, and gives you the ring he’s been carrying with him for a year now. Nearly loosing you made him realise he cannot wait any longer without letting you know how much you mean to him.

“Marry me. In 1 year. 3 years, even 10. Whenever, just marry me.” He breathes out, forehead pressed against yours.

It’s never a question of “would he kill for you?”. Rather, it’s “Who am i going to kill for you.”

Additional: His favourite thing to do is lay on top of you and complain about everyone as you massage his scalp. He doesn’t need heaven, it’s right in front of him.

[emsuemsu]

@hprecfest day 31: fav among favs

Last day of 2023!! Last prompt of the magnificent HP rec fest!!! This fest has given me so much joy and introduced me to a bunch of new stories to read (which I probably would never even considered to read if it weren't for this fest) for the past month 🥹 December went by so fast, 2023 went by even faster. I’ve been in and out of the fandom for the last too many years, more out than in to be honest, but this year I crashlanded back to HP fanfiction which honestly is my safe haven even after all these years. Further ado, fav among favs which my silly little words will never do justice:

The Brightest Constellations of Our Souls by @thecouchsofa 🩵 256,402 words, draco/harry

Harry doesn’t know how to cope after the War. The only things that make him feel even remotely normal again are taking risks while flying and fighting with Malfoy. It’s not likely to end well. Or, Draco becomes obsessed with ‘Wonderwall’, reads Muggle books, and drives a campervan, while Harry slowly falls in love with Draco. A story about travelling around the British Isles in the late 90s while healing deep scars.

My life can be divided to before and after this fic. I like to think that I didn’t find this story but the other way around - this story found me. And since it is a new fic, posted in the course of last six months I truly do believe it was meant to be I'd come back to the fandom via this story.

This fic is really fucking precious to me and I'm like a healthy-ish amount of emotional about it. First of all it's incredibly well-written, the style of the whole story is very straight-forward but at the same time extremely detailed, immersive and beautiful, sentence after sentence. Even though I love longfics (and this is definitely a longfic with 250k) they can feel a bit dragged out at times, but the way this story is paced and organized I never had that feeling reading this. I felt like each and every word of this story was essential, nothing too much, nothing too little.

This story does come with a little cw from the author. This fic is heavy, really fucking heavy at times, but there is so much light and eventual happiness to balance it out. One of the reasons I love this story so much is that it feels so relatable, it's raw and real to me in so many ways. Harry is my ultimate favorite character out of all the fandoms and characters out there, and the Harry we get served in this fic is godsent. His gradual healing with Draco during their little travels is really moving and touching. Babes.

It's extremely slow burn. Like the burn is so slow the fire is completely out most of the story. But then there's these small things along the way; like Draco's wet left shoulder from the rain and getting almond croissants all the way from Edinburgh that feed the flame and just wreck the shit out of me. And this fic drags you through the mud and minefields right before (and/or during) getting to the part where something actually happens between them. The way their relationship builds along the story is magnificent and emotional. And when we finally get to part where the slow burn pays off and flames lick every inch of my rotten body this fic has some class A smut that I file in the category of "so good I cried". Although, I did manage to cry for nearly the entirety of this story.

This fic definitely is a journey, and it's a long, at times difficult and gut-wrenching, but in the end it's a journey I'm really fucking glad I took. This is a fic I think everyone should at least give a chance to, it'll steal your heart.

All in all, this is a very, very dear story to me on every level possible. Thank you so much @thecouchsofa for writing it, I'm beyond in love with this story and I'm so glad I happen to exist on this planet at the same time as you and your brilliant, beautiful stories 💕

[flovoid]

bleeding dawn petals, march into the haze..

[marsy--barsy]

HARRY POTTER HEADCANONS BECAUSE I'M BACK IN MY PHASE

ron

- bros dyslexic

- sweaty sweaty hands

- sweaty everything actually

- absolutely terrified of horror movies

- awful awful awful cook can only make tea without burning it

- pollen allergy

- cat allergy

- dog allergy

- also mildly afraid of dogs after sirius bit him

- lactose intolerant

- nail biter

- adhd 🤓

harry

- eczema all over his arms

- dry ass skin everywhere else

- high functioning AUTSIM!

- favorite color is dark green

- stress cleans

- FANTASTIC cook but it stresses him out

- loves scary movies

- cold crusty hands

- no allergies and makes sure everyone knows

- bisexual (crush on Oliver, Cedric, Ron, and bill)

- HARRY AND RON USED TO PRACTICE KISSING ON EACHOTHER

- led to a semi committed relationship the summer before fourth year, mutual agreement to cut it off

- as soon as he was done growing he wore the same nasty ratty converse for years until the soles fell out

- coffee addict

hermione

- allergic to all nuts but pistachios and almonds

- morning person

- thinks fiction books are a waste of time

- harry is her platonic soulmate and when she heard he "died" she shattered to the floor sobbing

- germaphobe, washes her hands every time she can and makes judgemental noises at Ron when he doesn't

- almost didn't move in with Ron when she remembered he can't have cats

- freckles EVERYWHERE

- picky eater

- one of those kids who was 'allergic to pink' because she wanted to feel different from the other girls

- she likes theatre a lot and goes to plays with Harry (ron falls asleep)

draco

- had an enormous secret crush on harry for all 7 years

- terrified of horror movies especially jumpscares

- screams like a 10 year old girl

- owns a LOT of hair product and spends a long time in the morning making sure he's making good use of it

- favorite color is also dark green

- wears long sleeves into adulthood, in all weather because he tried physically everything he could think of to get rid of his dark mark

- fast reader

- awful at transfiguration, had to get tutored on it and none of his friends ever knew and they all still think there's quidditch practice every Thursday (there is not)

- reads romance novels and kicks his feet around

- owns all the Slytherin merch and wears it until he physically can't anymore

- actually really nice with the other Slytherins

- especially the younger ones

RECOMMEND ME MORE CHARACTERS TO DO!!

[muninnhuginn]

okay okay so thoughts on unwanted guest. this is mix of my thoughts when reading and my thoughts thinking back on the overall thing afterwards. My later thoughts will just be distinguished by 'future notes/FN' and everything else is my initial read through.

See below:

Reading the first section and I'm having to tell myself that not everything is an Utena reference. Probably.

Gaudy masks aside from Palamedes whose mask is taped together? Well, that's sure not a metaphor wdym. Guy's been all pieces since GtN.

Ooh the layout is literal script/theatre production? Nice nice. (FN: No wonder it went meta with audience interaction)

Palamedes soliloquy on social etiquette my beloved...

Ianthe playing multiple roles? This is theatre fr

"Almond room"? So... old-style butler, almond, is this a murder mystery ft. cyanide this time?

Coffins 1 through 7... there are nine houses so I'm blanking a bit on the meaning of this. Seven can be considered 'lucky' but somehow I doubt that's it

"A pair of leather trousers" we're losing historical accuracy for the sake of the Draco in Leather Pants reference. Fair enough. (FN: I googled how long leather pants have been around. It's been centuries. Oops.)

"Inspector"? Murder mystery vibes are growing

"You said that three visits ago". This is the second reference to Palamedes having done this before. I wonder how many attempts we've missed. Still, that provides context for his clothes earlier despite he himself being "uninjured"?

I would love to annoy Ianthe via an incredibly long-winded Pokemon battle

Well-timed middle finger from Ianthe

He asks if she's going to play fair and she's already there using genie wish rules 😔

"I'm kind of into the trousers though" Voice confirmed for either Palamedes himself or Muir self-insert (FN: lol)

"The soul is the only thing capable of supplying power without being consumed in the process" interesting. that goes against pretty much everything I know about science but Palamedes is still there trying to science it and that's why the conclusions he draws are so different from Ianthe's? Not to underestimate Ianthe. She was able to backwards engineer lyctorhood. Just, Pal is a STEM guy and it shows

Talking about decay makes me think souls as a radiation metaphor? I mean. To be fair. Nuclear war on Earth would definitely have upped the background radiation there for… quite some time. So it's literal in some ways too. (FN: in retrospect not quite sure I agree with myself about radiation metaphor given how souls having half lives would imply the initial rate of decay is pretty fast and then it slows down. which, yes sure, it could be? But the way it's worded seems to be more of a gradual siphoning so that the reduction in energy won't be noticed for millennia rather than a huge drop and then the rate of energy dropping decreases. That said, I guess if a soul contains so much power that even a tiny tiny bit has a lot of energy then it could still be possible. But eh, I digress.)

The voice???? Hey come back what does that mean (FN: this is at the "I believe in you." "You didn't always. I had to fight for that". Because it maps with what we know about Dulcinea and Palamedes' relationship but it makes their approach to trust more explicit? Palamedes spent a lot of time trying to earn his way into Dulcinea's mind/heart and Dulcinea had a lot of reasons to rebuff him (she literally spells out later that age was a factor but also the fact she wasn't particularly well and the idea of changing that.... well, hope is dangerous))

(FN: Also, knowing the voice is Dulcinea makes me think a lot about "my topic of expertise is putting on a show". Like, huh, she and Cytherea were more alike than I realised. I wonder how much of that is the shared chronic illness and how that impacted their approach to life?)

Courtroom battle time!

Not just courtroom but ace attorney specifically? She is avoiding the question!

"She and I both understand that the goal is always worth the cost". Oh wow, I think Ianthe misreads Harrow so badly here. I'm lowkey amazed at how they lived together for months and yet Ianthe has this perception of her

"I didn't know you smoked" the genre is catchy, can't be helped (FN: rip I missed this clue entirely as being a clue because I was too busy with the meta genre fun)

"she wandered around like she was the protagonist" because she was

These mini duels remind me of the student council segments in Utena. The knife throw one especially

Dulcinea voice? (FN: this was at "oh, you used to say this a lot" because, well, it narrowed things down a lot)

"Harry" pshh, going even more explicit with the drarry roots

Also wow did not call Pal being jealous of Gideon. Genuinely kinda puzzled as to why he was (probably missing something obvious here). Both Palamedes and Ianthe's views on Gideon are kinda eye-opening. I knew Ianthe looked down on Gideon but at the point at which this is set I thought perhaps her opinion would have shifted? Unsure if this is because she sees Kiriona as different or if she's just genuinely doubled down. They're both using past tense during this entire bit though

"I gambled on the truth" this is about the stoma theories? She says she died but that doesn't necessarily mean she was wrong. I am so curious about this. "Awful in the old sense of the word." Full of awe.

I'm just struck as always by the campaldulcie of it all. "I loved real, unfinished things. Gracelessly uncompleted things". Side-eyeing Paul so much rn

"I'm not in the River and I won't ever be again". Just adding this to my long list of questions. Speaking of, how is she even here?

"Was I cute?" "you're perfect" this feels so familiar to me but I can't place it and the closest I'm getting is the ice cream scene in Asteroid City (which timing-wise came out too recently to be it)

Palamedes' final question is such a banger.

(FN: I was trying to do this post blind but I did see a post about my dash about souls as grief and it is so on point. Ianthe's plan for the future has always had Corona in it as another individual by her side and she refuses to contemplate otherwise. Apple experiments for immortality etc etc. Of course, this is the one cost she refuses to pay.)

Ahhhh the genre. Babs is in him?

Babs is in both of them?

Oh icky he's everywhere

Murder mystery deduction time ft. Palamedes as the Inspector

The implications of the souls rubbing off in each other... messy is about right. This kind of thing applies to interactions with people in general to an extent, but the memories and not knowing what is yours and what is someone else's? Shifting preferences? I know this story technically is a side story, but it fits right in with NtN's whole deal about identity and loss of it

Also adds more context to Pal's decision behind Paul if he believed they would always end up like this and he just fast tracked it to ensure they'd live. (You can get this in Nona itself tbf but it's much more implied rather than spelled out?)

"She reaches out and places one hand against its closed lid as the curtain falls". Ianthe refuses to confirm and we as the audience do not get to see. We can take what Pal has told us, what Ianthe doesn't want to think about, but we are denied that complete confirmation.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

The Heist

Start here if you're new to this. Or simply prefer to read from the beginning for kicks.

Chapter 12

Covert Eyes

Zabini’s rich brown eyes narrowed in on Draco.

Currently, Zabini was propped onto the arm of the couch while Draco was laid out across his favorite chair, a bowl of almonds in his lap. Dry roasted and lightly salted.

Granger had handed him the bowl upon entry before she went back to scribbling notes into a book at his desk. She had arrived early that afternoon, sometimes before Draco wandered in. Zabini had arrived five minutes later.

Theo was currently on his hands and knees, searching underneath the sofa for a ring he had dropped.

“You tripped the alarms.” Zabini stated the fact and Draco tossed an almond into his mouth and bit down.

“We did.” Theo said from under the couch.

“And you stole the Trumpington—”

“Volume, Zabini.” Draco drawled and flicked his eyes over to Granger, still furiously writing in her book. What she wrote, Draco had no clue.

Zabini reduced his voice to a whisper yell, rather than a full volume bellow. “You stole the Trumpington Cross?”

Theo pulled from under the couch, sliding a gold and ruby ring onto his thumb. “That was a rouse. We’ll return it.”

“Eventually.” Draco added with a grin.

Zabini paused and leaned back, crossing his ankle over his knee. “I want it.”

Granger scoffed. “I knew it.” She murmured the words and her pen stopped scratching over the book pages in front of her.

“You did?” Theo lifted a brow as he pushed himself to his feet.

“Of course.” She tossed her pen onto the desk and leaned back in her chair. “You want a muggle artifact. This Wand is possibly magic, though I haven’t felt a hint of magic emanating from it.”

“Why don’t we try casting with it?” Draco plucked an almond from the bowl and looked at it, the tiny specks of salt glinting off the light of her office.

“Yes, lets!” Theo grinned. “A good ol’ fashion Wingardium Leviosa!”

Granger snorted again. “I already tried.”

“When?”

“Last night, of course.” She sniffed and stood from her desk, turning her attention to Zabini. “You can’t keep it.”

“But it’s so interesting.” Blaise grinned and stood from the couch to face Granger.

“You can study it,” Granger allowed, lifting her hand and summoning the Wand. “But you have to take this.”

“I get both?” He looked skeptical.

Draco continued to enjoy his snack while Theo settled into the couch, yawning.

“You get to keep the wand, and you can borrow the Cross for an undetermined amount of time.” She lifted her other hand, summoning the cross. Draco didn’t know where she hid the Wand, but the Cross had been securely resting in his inside coat pocket. Preservation charm still intact, of course.

Zabini took a step toward her.

“But,” she held the items close to her chest. Zabini froze. “We get full access to your manor in Surrey.”

“I already agreed to that.” Zabini waved a hand, mildly impatient.

“We don’t want your staff there and we want your full cooperation.”

“Yes, Granger. Take it.” His eyes were hungry as they looked at the artifacts in her hands. “Anything else?”

She pursed her lips and her eyes were full of something cunning that caused Draco’s cock to do that thing where it twitched with desire. A bodily reaction that was connected to his brain.

“How well do you know B. Nolan Flamel?”

Theo choked. “Grang-” She shot him a look that sufficiently shut him up.

Blaise shrugged. “Only in passing. I don’t spend much time in Surrey but I have attended several events that he has attended.”

“How willing are you to get to know him a little better?”

Blaise grinned at Granger and, again, eyed those priceless artifacts she held against her bosom. “However willing I need to be, sweetheart.”

Granger nodded. “Are you attending the gala next weekend?”

“Flamels? I thought about it. Should I reconsider that trip to Spain that I was invited on?”

She nodded and held the items out to inspect them. “It would be in your best interest to attend the event and run into me while I small talked Flamel.”

“Sounds lovely. I look forward to it. Will these two be attending?” He hitched a thumb over his shoulder, and Draco raised an eyebrow in interest. Theo rolled his eyes, utterly over Zabini. The two, Draco recalled, never quite got along all that well in school either. Theo always found Zabini’s pretentious demeanor quite annoying. He thought his family quite important. Not in the same way Nott’s own father thought his name was something important, of course. Zabini touted money and accomplishments while Nott’s family really rode that pureblood horse around.

She nodded. “They’re my dates, of course they are.”

Zabini nodded. “Then consider me there, Granger. And consider me at your disposal.” He bowed at the waist and Granger smiled at him. It wasn’t the crooked and bright ones she lobbed at him or Theo. It was the kind of smile, he realized, she wore as a mask. Never allowing the smile to reach her eyes, she used to to disarm others, while keeping her own guard up.

When Blaise straightened, Granger held out the two items for him and allowed him to disappear with them out the door Draco's study.

“I cannot believe we just gave Blaise Zabini two priceless items we worked our asses off to get.” Theo sulked the second the floo flared with his departure.

“Look at it this way,” Draco told him. “When all of this Flamel business is over with, and we are bored and looking for something to do...”

Theo grinned. “We can get them back.” Theo raised his eyebrows at Granger as she settled onto the arm of the couch where Zabini had been moments earlier.

“We wont need to steal those. Zabini will be compliant to our needs in the future, I’m sure of it.”

Draco sent the bowl of almonds afloat, allowing them to settle on the table between him and the couch. “What spell did you try with the Wand?” He asked Granger.

“Wingardium Leviosa.” She admitted and bit into her lower lip.

Draco and Theo chuckled.

“Harry and Ginny secured an invite, by the way.”

“To the Gala?” Theo patted cushion beside him and scooted over for her to slide onto it.

“Yes,” She looked over at Draco. “Could you replicate theirs? We still need one for Teddy.”

“Of course.” Draco smiled at her.

“What about Seamus?” Theo threw his am onto the back of the sofa, just behind her as he propped his feet onto the coffee table, just beside Draco’s bowl of almonds.

“I have something planned for Seamus.” Draco pushed himself to his feet. “We need to get Seamus in before the gala.”

“What do you have planned?” Granger eyed him. And the tall form of his body, appreciatively. Her eyes dragged up his torso, brushed over his shoulders before finally settling on his mouth.

“Potter has a rather rare item in his possession that I think Seamus could put to good use on Monday.”

“How do you know about that?” She twitched in her seat causing Draco and Theo to grin.

“What good thief doesn’t know about the legend of Potter’s cloak?”

Granger looked at Theo, pointedly. “You never told me you knew.”

He shrugged and ran a finger along his lower lip. “It didn’t seem relevant. Besides, I figured if you could access it, you would have many times during our work together.”

“Well, what makes you think I can access it, now?” She glared up at Draco who smiled warmly down at her.

“Because it would really help Seamus set up the equipment he needs to access Flamel’s security cameras and keep an eye on all locks in the house.”

“Harry guards that thing with his life. It saved our lives multiple times!” She looked flustered.

Draco came around the coffee table and sat on the edge of it, putting him near eye-level with her. “You’re charming when you’re flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.” She lifted her chin.

“Even more so when you lie.” Theo lifted his brows, his grin growing to match Draco’s. He pulled his feet from the coffee table and readjusted himself to face her.

“I am not—” she shook her head. “That cloak is the only one of its kind. I cannot risk it with Seamus!” She practically shrieked.

“What’s so special about that cloak, Granger?” Draco was leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees. Her own knees so close to his hands as he lowered them.

Theo was leaning into her body from the left.

“Stop crowding me.”

“Seamus needs those things in place.” Theo pushed.

She sighed, as they refused to give her more space. “Ask Harry yourself.” She finally hissed.

Draco grinned at her but didn’t pull away.

“He may let Seamus do it if he goes with him.” She added and shifted, still unsure of how to deal with the sudden proximity of her two thieves.

“You’ll tell us, eventually, what makes that cloak so special.” Theo pulled away and leaned into the arm of the couch on his side.

Draco nodded. “You’re full of little surprises, aren’t you?”

She scoffed. “You’re one to talk.”

He lifted a brow in question.

“Knowledge of Muggle things like books and art and cell phones.” She nodded at him, almost accusingly.

“Does that bother you?” He leaned back and picked out an almond from the bowl.

“No.” She looked over at Theo. But then she — yes, there! She blushed and Draco felt unmistakable triumph.

Draco watched her, the room falling quiet as she ran her hand through her hair, over and over. Since the return of Granger into his life, he had yet to see her so...fidgety.

He found it as desirable as the lift of her lips or the spark of joy in her eyes when he would make her laugh. As endearing as her little snorts and incessant, informative ramblings.

He knew his eyes were warm as he stared down at her, he knew that around her, he tended to wear his emotions quite plainly.

And so when Theo cleared his throat, he didn’t immediately pull his gaze from her as he turned to look at Theo.

“Shall we do dinner?”

Granger looked at Theo. “What do you feel like?”

“Something sexy.” He shrugged and pushed to his feet. He held his hand out to her.

She chuckled and slid her hand into his. “What kind of food is considered sexy?” She stood, holding Theo’s hand and it put her directly in front of Draco, the warmth of her body radiating of her.

He watched her hold a breath as her chest brushed his and as he lifted a hand to run a finger over the gold chain of her necklace. He smiled when she lifted her chin, allowing him the access. “Dessert.”

Granger’s chest was now rising, the pace increasing as Theo’s fingers danced over her palm and Draco’s over her pulse.

She closed her eyes and Draco licked his lips because he knew this was an offering. The kiss he so desperately wanted to take from her, was there for him. She was practically forcing his head to lower to hers.

A sudden pecking at the window behind his desk jolted them out of their moment, Granger gasping and jumping forward. Her chest pressed into his and her hand pulled from Theo’s.

She turned to the window and they beheld a large, tawny owl perched and waiting.

Granger pulled away from them and moved to let the pest in.

In it’s talon, it held a large ornate key on a string attached to a white envelope. In an elegant script, was Granger’s name.

She opened the envelope while Theo fetched moved to find a treat for the owl.

“It’s from Zabini. He says the staff have vacated the house. Says it’s all ours.” She grinned and handed Draco the envelope.

He unhooked the key from the string and hand it to her. “What are you writing in that book of yours?” He looked down at the desk but found the open book blank, not a trace of penmanship on the pages.

She shrugged and reached over the desk to close her book. Picking it up, she slid it into her little black purse.

Draco stared at the charmed bag and remembered something. “You took my book.”

Her eyes snapped up to his as she moved to her favorite corner of the desk. His desk.

“What are you talking about?” She avoided him, watching Theo pull out a owl treat. He fed the bird with affection before sending the thing on its way.

“That day in my study, you took a particular book. You know, “ He stepped closer to her and grinned. “Green binding, lots of photographs.”

Her cheeks burned, her eyes flicking back to his. “I borrowed it. There’s a difference.”

Draco was standing in between her legs now, the corner of his desk jutting into his thigh. “For research purposes?” He lifted a brow and watched as she grinned, crooked and bright and open.

“Exactly.”

“Please tell me you’ve yet to test any of the information out with anyone.” He was smiling, but he meant it. If he learned of her using any sexual positions mentioned in the book with anyone but himself well, it was safe to say Draco would have been thoroughly put out.

“I haven’t.”

“Allow me to volunteer,” Theo grinned from his spot on the other side of the desk, eyeing the two of them.

Draco lifted a brow at her, not taking his gaze away from hers. “You need not even ask, Granger.” He smirked and placed his hand onto the desk behind her.

He had determined, the first time she sat her perfect read end atop his desk, that he would have to take advantage of it one day.

Perhaps the first time he kissed her would be here, with her perched on his desk, moving from her mouth to her neck to her chest, to her perfect round breasts. Or maybe he would go down on her, pulling her to the edge of the desk with him on his knees. Or maybe he would tell her all of the secrets he kept inside while he sat behind his desk and her here, sitting in her favorite spot.

She laughed and it was low and throaty. “Don't be silly.”

Draco pulled away from her and looked at the old clock over the fireplace. “We can still have dessert and be back to start packing up for Zabini’s before dinner.”

Theo chuckled and shook his head.

“I heart the Melting Cauldron has a raspberry chocolate fondue available.” Granger said thoughtfully as she hopped off his desk.

“You know the way into my heart, Granger.” He slid his hands into his pockets.

Her eyes dropped to the floor and she looked rather serious if only for a split second. It was a micromomentary expression that Draco spent the rest of the afternoon dissecting and analyzing.

[shyinsunlight]

doomed surf camp au (bittersweet crack with surf coach!Tom)

He walks into the shared kitchen, his wetsuit dripping all over the floor. The espresso machine greets him with a friendly hiss, the only form of small talk he tolerates now.

He’s halfway through making his perfectly calibrated triple-shot espresso when Draco barges in and glares at the coffee machine as though it had personally offended him.

“Do you have almond milk? I’d like a latte.”

Tom’s eyebrows rise to his perfect hairline. “Haven’t trained the cow out back on the almond variety yet.”

Draco is soon followed by Regulus, who’s already looking exhausted, and Harry, whose wet hair seems to defy gravity. “Hey, any of that coffee left?”

Draco sniffs. “They don’t have almond milk. This place is basically a third-world country.”

“Oh, don’t cry, Costa Rica,” Harry groans.

Tom takes a sip of his black, unsweetened, almond milkless coffee, already regretting every life choice that led him to this moment, and just leaves.

Regulus catches up to him just as he’s about to head out of the camp’s main building, en route somewhere far away.

“Wait, wait. Where are you going?”

“Away.”

“But we have a critique session to get to.”

Tom sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You mean a session where I point out what they’re doing wrong and they ignore me while thinking they know better?”

“Come on,” Regulus pleads, “these kids really look up to you. And you might even actually enjoy watching the footage.”

Tom looks sceptical.

“Sharks. It includes sharks.”

Tom’s eyes narrow. “You’re lying.”

The footage from the day’s session is already queued up on the screen. Tom hits play, and as expected, it’s a mixed bag of pain and enthusiasm. However, Tom can’t ignore one thing.

“Could be worse, Harry,” he nods. “But Costa Rica was right. That board of yours might be eligible for welfare benefits soon.”

Harry shrugs. “It’s got character.”

“So does a raccoon rummaging through garbage, but you don’t see me surfing on one. Come with me.”

Draco grins. “Potter’s gonna be fed to the fish.”

“Oh, shut up,” Tom retorts, then he looks at Regulus. “You’ve got this here?”

Regulus rolls his eyes but nods. “Go play fairy godmother.”

Tom leads Harry down the hallway of the small building and stops in front of a door that is marked with a 'do not enter' sign.

It’s part office, part history classroom. Tom looks at the posters of the annual international championships, printed with fonts that grew progressively more modern as the years ticked by. His eyes linger on one year, then the next, and the next; his own name and face looking back at him. Then his eyes hit a gap, a jarring blank space where his face should continue to be, and he turns away.

“Welcome to the graveyard,” he says dryly. “Don’t touch anything, it might disintegrate.”

Harry nods, his eyes fixed on the rack of surfboards in the corner, awed by the collection. “Are these yours? You’ve kept them all?”

Tom walks over to the rack and selects a board. He hands it over to Harry. He takes it, surprised.

“This was one of yours, too?”

“One of my firsts,” Tom admits. “It’s seen better days, but haven’t we all.”

Harry grins, touched. “I’ll take good care of it, I promise.”

“You better.” Tom almost feels a flicker of human emotion he can’t quite name, but his buzzing phone interrupts. It’s a message from Regulus. 

Please come back.

“Everything's okay?” Harry asks, still hugging the board.

“Splendid,” Tom says, pocketing his phone without replying to the text. “Regulus needs some help.”

“Will you help him out?”

Tom considers. “Nah. Builds character.”

[jodiie-leighanne]

Three hours. Three of the longest hours, I spent them standing over her grave. 

Not moving as I took in the fresh soil, arrangements of flowers surrounding her. She would have loved it, that’s one of the reasons she loved birthdays; Bouquets merlin would buy her hundreds every damn time. Secretly the attention was something she adored. All eyes being on her. 

My Jessie Malfoy, the most angelic being there is, was. Now she is a real angel, not earthbound any longer. Forever in the sky now. 

Taken away from me, from us too soon. My heart wasn’t ready. I don’t think it ever would be. 

Heavy downpour soaks my suit melding with the tears staining my cheeks. Eyes puffy and swollen the way they have been since I lost her.

My beautiful, beautiful girl. 

Fuck, I loved her more than I can even express. 

The way she hummed whilst cooking, how she would wiggly her toes when something tasted nice, the happy dances when I got home. How the sun kissed her skin, how I kissed it. Almond scents that got caught in the wind as I trailed behind her. How positive she was, balancing out my pessimistic self. Everyone adored her, nobody said a bad word about my baby.

Women wanted to be her, Men wanted to have her. Yet, she chose me. 

“Draco, mate the cars are leaving” Blaise’s tone was soft, careful with his approach.

“Ok” making zero attempts to move away.

“Honey, you need to come with us now” Mother chimes in, rest a palm on my tensed shoulders stroking the damp material

“Come on mate, let’s get you home and dry” Blaise again.

“You don’t have to come to the wake, you can just go to your mums” Oh Theodores here too how lovely, all gathering around at my expense.

“I can’t, I-I can’t leave her, it’s cold out here” I just want to hold her, she is always chilly. Especially at night, she would cling to me as well as being draped in a fluffy blanket and duvet “She hates thunder, s-she needs me” 

“Draco plea..”

“No, she’ll be all alone if I go home. T-then so will I” After a lot of pleading, I left. Practically being held down in the car to stop me jumping ship to go back to her. How could I just abandon her like that. 

Choosing not to attend the wake went down well, everyone understood I needed space. I wasn’t ready for the ‘I’m sorry for your lose’ or sympathetic eyes. It would make me want to poke out my own. Mother, father and my friends came home with me. I know they said it was to be here if I need them but it’s more to keep a tab on me. 

Blaise hasn’t left since the day she passed. She was his best friend, he took it hard too. Jessie was a midwife She actually delivered the Zabini twins, it was meant to be us next. 

Her death was tragic, an unfortunate accident. 

People tried to reassure me she is always by my side, I want to believe it. That’s how I’ve found myself in her favourite baggy t-shirt, perched against the headboard. Staring at a picture of us in Monaco, knee deep in the ocean. Blissfully happy, we was. It wasn’t just for show, both of us were beyond enamoured with the other. 

“Is it true baby, Are you still here?” Thinking I cried enough the past weeks to dehydrate myself, apparently there’s plenty left. Thumb brushing over her face behind the glass “I-I can’t feel you, please show me you are a-anything”

Nothing happened. 

“Of course it’s a lie” I chuckled darkly, mood switching suddenly. 

“How could you? H-how could you fucking die”

“You left me, you promised me you’d never leave me” index poking the photo now, that hard it’s cracking. Blood trickles over our faces.

“Fuck jess, I-I don’t understand. Why couldn’t you have fought, you didn’t fight to stay with me” Shooting up from the bed, launching the frame. Smashing that image of the past.

“Draco, you need to calm down” Blaise, Theo and Pansy stood in the door way. Mother not far behind. 

“No, she l-left – she left me, died. Fucking died to get away” Tugging, pulling at my roots anything to fucking feel. I was numb.

“All I’m left with is memories, pictures and clothes that smell like her” Swinging open the cupboard, hands grasping at anything belonging to her. Discarded it to the ground.

“Fuck this, she didn’t stay so I don’t need her or any of this junk” Tearing and shredding as I went, moving to the vanity table I cleared it on one sweep. Screams sounded, mixed with sobs. Pansy covered her mouth using her palm. 

“Draco stop your going to regret this, Blaise get him please” Mother begged weeping as she held the other girl close. 

“Mate put it down, come on let’s talk” Theodore grabbed my forearm stopping me from continuing as Blaise crept closer trapping me from behind. Thrashing, kicked and throwing my head back as I struggle to get out their grips. A crack echoed, so I know I hit someone. 

A slap hit my face as I was pinned by my wrist to the bed, blinking to clear my vision I saw the identical mane to mine. Father holds his weight with me breathing heavily along with the others.

“Now that is enough boy, you are destroyed we know. Jessie would hate to see you this way, so for crying out loud get a grip let us build you back up” Lower lip quivering as I gave up the battle I’d lost. Slowly father moved off me as I came back to my sense, exploring the room in horror.

“No, no no no. I did-i didn’t do that did I” As quick as I stood I hit the ground again, multiple arms holding me. As a pained cry wrecked my throat, I couldn’t stop them coming. 

“Come on its ok, Theo repair everything. I’ve got him” Mumblings of spells came from my father as he held me on his lap like a child cradled close to him. 

As I left myself collapse into the only people I had now. 

None of them will ever be my Jessie.