#draco in his 30s

[splendidissimus]

January 2020 - The Beginning of the End

((Content warning: dying / terminal illness / acceptance, physical weakness))

((Promptspiration: @whumptober-archive 2023: day 30: It's okay, just to say, I'm not okay. / Bridal carry / "Not much longer..." ))

Genre: angst

Romance level: major

Angst level: 5/5

Draco's headspace: tragic

((words: ~2100))

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Supervising the packing of his office was a heavy weight, but it was time. Draco hadn't been out of the house in nearly a month; he couldn't take the floo alone anymore, nor could he make it past the anti-Disapparition wards, or reliably Apparate even if he could. It had been at least six months since he spent a full day here, or anywhere that wasn't nearby his bed.

He was running out of time. If he didn't close up his office now, it would be left for his parents, and he didn't want to do that to them.

Theo had offered to handle it for him, but he didn't want that; he had a feeling like it was his responsibility to bear witness. He had been there when it was decorated and opened for business, and he should be there now, when it was closed and packed away. He should be the bookends on his own life. 

He sat behind the desk, covered now with a cloth, holding his tea in front of him where the medicinal steam could help him breathe, watching the pair of movers pack away the final odds and ends from his shelves. The room was bare. Almost twenty years of accumulated trophies and detritus of living, packed now neatly into a few boxes stacked beside the door. The portrait frame connected to his father's study was propped beside them, empty for the moment, to be taken in the last trip. 

Theo was directing the transfer of the boxes back to the manor through the floo, prowling the office's rooms to check every nook and cranny for a dropped paper or forgotten trinket. Behind him and the packers, an animated broom was sweeping up a pile of broken quills, paper scraps, and dust dragged out of every crevice and corner. A bent chocolate frog card topped the pile of refuse like a sad crown. 

Draco watched another box being sealed and carried from the room, and turned his attention out the window behind his desk, looking through the sheer curtains out onto his terrace. He could only see the impression of Diagon Alley, not the details. 

He wanted to see it. It had been so long.

He took a deep drink of the tea and set it far back on the covered desk, then, after a moment of bracing himself, pushed himself up from the chair. He had to hold himself up on the desk with his eyes closed for a long moment, breathing slowly as his head swam, and his arms trembled by the time he was able to lift his head without fear of losing his balance or his tenuous grip on consciousness. It took him another moment on his unsteady legs before he was able to draw his wand and cast the spell to float above the ground. 

Moving himself slowly from the desk to the doorway and letting his hand brush over the wall to keep himself steady, he moved out to the reception room. The movers shifted aside to make space for him as they shuffled back to grab more boxes and bring them to the floo.

Theo looked over as he came out, instantly attentive, and moved to take his arm and help him. "Something wrong?" 

"No." He squeezed his arm gently. "I'll just be a moment." He nodded to the front door. 

"All right." Theo escorted him until they reached the portal, and then went back to his supervising, giving him privacy.

It was dreary outside, pearly white overcast spitting occasional snowflakes with a stiff breeze. The moment the door was open, he was greeted by the sudden noise of the street like a balm to his soul. It wasn't a busy day, a weekday in the middle of of January, but there were people moving, maybe a dozen in pairs and small clusters talking amongst themselves, a solitary wizard in a purple cloak and hat hurrying furtively toward Knockturn Alley, a pregnant witch wrangling a small child away from the bakery on her errands. He could hear silverware and discussion wafting over the road from Mastry's restaurant, and when the doors opened briefly there was a burst of spirited uproar — there was Quidditch on the wireless, he surmised. 

"Draco, you're back!" Madam Ophelia from the stationery shop two doors down over the road came out, waving, and crossed the street to him. "Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes, love, it's been an age."

"A month, anyway," he agreed with the softness of his weak breath, and a smile. "How are you?" 

"Oh, it's fine, nothing ever changes here, does it?"

"Some things," he denied mildly. He looked up at the small sign jutting out from his building front, bearing only a stylised white outline of a peacock that he liked to think stood out from the riot of signage on the Alley by virtue of its elegant simplicity, and levitated it down to his hands. 

"No," she gasped in that gossipy way he so enjoyed, "you're closing?"

"It's time."

"It can't be. Here now." She waved down the street. It was a slow time on a slow day; fully half of the shopkeeps were probably waiting more for something gossipworthy to happen than for customers right now, peering out their front windows over tea, and Ophelia was such a good niffler for anything of interest. Merlin knew he had spent enough of his own afternoons on his terrace doing the same, and he would be right there to hear what she had found under normal circumstances. The utter banality of it gave him a nostalgic smile. She was waving now to Alexandros the barber who had poked his head out of his shop. "Draco's closing up," she called.

"Is he." Alexandros hurried down to join them.

A couple minutes saw a half dozen of his fellows congregated around the front of his shop, and Draco basked, letting it wash around him — not so much the attention, although the attention certainly never hurt, but in the chatter, the flow of conversation that it was so easy to fall into. He was tired from standing long before he was tired of talking, and he ignored it to indulge himself in the social interaction.

They politely talked around his illness, and an eavesdropper might have got the impression he was going away on a long holiday. The conversation was well padded with gossip from the rest of the Alley, just the perfect amount of conversation that could include him instead of focusing on him, like this was just another scrap of mildly interesting life, and he appreciated it. 

"What are you going to do with your office?" was asked, just after a bit of talk about Alexandros' daughter's latest romantic catastrophe. 

"Draco Malfoy Memorial Museum," he quipped without a thought, to general laughter. "Actually, there's been no decision yet. It may stand empty for some time." In reality, that would be up to his parents, and he wouldn't be surprised if neither of them wanted to deal with it, but there was no reason not to convert something as valuable as Diagon Alley property to the family fortune. They may appreciate it someday. 

"That's for the best," Ophelia said, and a couple others nodded. 

"This is your space. It wouldn't be right for someone else to try to take it over." 

"I appreciate that, all of you," he said, with genuine feeling, and looked down at the sign in his hands. He ran his fingers lightly over the lines of the peacock carved into the smooth wood. Then with his wand he wrote above it "Closed for Good", the words carved into the wood and standing out in white to match the bird, and a performative impulse made him write "It's been an honour" beneath it as well. He looked at it a moment more, then he focused on levitating it back through the nearly-closed door and through the waiting room to prop it against the inside of the window. 

Someone patted the back of his shoulder firmly.

—

Draco came back inside; the bell jingled over his head, and Theo looked up from the inventory list he was signing off on. "Okay?"

Draco nodded and reached for Theo's hand, and found it there waiting for him. "I'm ready to go." 

"All right." Theo handed off the parchment and helped him to the fireplace, and held him tight against his side with Draco's face buried in his neck, making sure Draco's eyes were closed, to minimise the effect of the spinning and tumultuous visions of the floo on his vertigo. On the other side, he had to basically carry him out of the fire and helped him sit so he could catch his breath and fight down the nausea. 

"Is this good?" He ran his hand over Draco's hair. "There's just a little left to do at the office." 

Draco nodded. "Go ahead." A glass of water had appeared by the magic of house elf, and he picked it up to sip and settle his stomach. "I'm going to go upstairs."

"Wait a moment and I'll be back to help you." 

"It's all right, I can make it." He squeezed Theo's hand on his shoulder. 

"All right." He gave him a light kiss. "I'll be right back." He tossed floo powder into the fire, called out for Draco's office, and vanished.

Draco gave himself another couple minutes to rest, then took out his wand and floated his chair out of the drawing room, conserving his energy. His thoughts were distant as his eyes passed over the boxes stacked in the hall, his things that would need to be moved upstairs or packed up, sold or stored, given away or destroyed. It would be a kindness for him to handle that. But not today; he was worn out from the trip to Diagon Alley.

He left the chair at the bottom of the stairs and tested out standing. Moving with a measured slowness, he could hold the lightheadedness at bay, although he could feel how just the strain of being upright made his heart struggle. The act of climbing stairs was torturously deliberate; push himself up the step physically, float the length of it with his hand on the bannister to keep him steady or help pull him along, stand on his feet on the other end, repeat the entire process, a little bit slower this time…

He stopped to catch his breath halfway up, and in looking up the staircase it seemed to stretch away to infinity; he realised he didn't have the energy to lift his feet again once he stopped moving. It was all he could do to hold himself up, but even that was ultimately asking too much of his body. His wasted hand didn't have the strength to grip the bannister. He sank to his knees on the stair with a shaky breath.

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Theo found Draco kneeling halfway up the stairs, looking at the carpet in front of him, breaths slow and even, but shallow and tremulous. He immediately came up and crouched beside him, running his hand over the back of Draco's hair, as much for his own benefit as to comfort him, and twitched up Draco's sleeve to check the cuff that measured his heartbeat. It wasn't especially bad; this wasn't a spell that made him collapse, he just needed to rest. He rubbed his back and gently lifted his strengthless hand off the railing to help him up.

Draco's hand gripped his weakly. "I can't." Draco's voice was a broken near-whisper, and the words stabbed him in the heart.

He wrapped his arms around Draco and held him as tightly as he dared. He was so frail against his chest he felt like he would break him if he wasn't careful for even a moment. "I know," he murmured into his hair, voice thick. He had tried so hard, fought for so long, and now he had nothing left, and couldn't deny it any longer. Willpower wasn't enough anymore.

Draco turned his face into his shoulder, weakly holding onto the front of his robes, and he made the impulsive decision to lift him in his arms. He should have levitated him if Draco couldn't find the strength to move himself, but he didn't weigh enough to be a burden. He held Draco's hand with the same arm supporting his shoulders, and carried him the rest of the way up the stairs they both knew he wouldn't descend again under his own power.

[resident-gay-bitch]

jilypad raising baby harry but still having sirius be his godfather - cause harry is obvi still biologically jilys - and it might confuse a toddler to teach him he has three parents whilst he’s only just learning about mummies and daddies at kindy. but one night he has a bad dream or something and goes to find his daddy for help because he’s the best at nightmares (he’s had so much practice with sirius at hogwarts) and he sees james and sirius kissing and then also sees sirius and lily kissing sometimes because harry’s so sneaky with quiet little footsteps right. and so harry thinks it’s very normal to kiss your friends and that’s how you show that you’re best friends because lily and james always refer to sirius as their best friend.

and so harry goes to school and gives draco a kiss on the playground one afternoon because they’re best friends amd that’s what best friends do and little draco who never sees his parents kiss - who reads books about kisses being a very magical special thing - goes bright red and spends the rest of his kindergarten year thinking him and harry are boyfriends and brings him flowers and things and this litteraly goes on for years until they’re like 12. because they’re kids - a little pec is as crazy as it gets and harry still thinks it’s normal for besties to do that and draco is so in love with his silly boyfriend.

and then one day james sirius and lily sit harry down and decide it’s time to explain polyamory and talk about their real big feelings.

and then harry just freaks out.

they think he’s freaking out because he’s been taught by other kids at school that queerness is bad or whatever but then harry’s just like “so… is it not normal to kiss your best friend? is it not normal to hold their hands when you’re walking down the street and get them flowers. you only do that because you’re all in love?”

and now they’re all freaking out because they don’t know if harry has a boyfriend or not and all the boys are too chicken to ring up and ask because that’s so embarrassing for harry and lily is just sitting there with her head in her hands wondering how the hell her son ended up just as stupid as her dads.

one call to narcissa from her, and she figures it out, “oh, lily! hi, i was going to call later and ask you all over to dinner next week for draco and harry’s anniversary, he just came out to us.”

once again, lilys the one who has to do the communicating for these loveable idiots.

[oflights]

every time i see that amazing clown article from the cut about how marrying an older man can help you find peace and stop girlbossing i just think about star splitter draco writing it 😭

[heyheycaitalin]

I fully believe when JKR said "to keep the show true to its source material" what she really means is"I'm not gonna let these fuckers at HBO turn my characters trans, gay, or Jewish. And don't even think of letting Draco fall in love with Hermione or imply he fancies Harry".

[dracolizardlars]

Going through my dad's book collection is like (made up example titles and authors)

The book: The Night Calls by James Evell

Me: never heard of that but probably one of those somewhat well known American crime novels, lemme look into it

Wikipedia: this author wrote like 200 titles and literally no one cares about this one in particular.

Book websites: only one copy of this is being sold and the best I can give you is £15.

me: alright then

The book: The Lady of Luxury by Milton J. Abraham

Me: what the hell is that

Wikipedia: Abraham's 1929 "The Lady of Luxury" is considered one of the most influential mystery novels of all time. It has 4 film adaptations, including one by Alfred Hitchcock.

Book websites: "I will personally sell my soul to anyone who can give me a first edition of this WITH the dust jacket."

Me:......okay then (how the fuck have I never heard of my book or author in my life)

[teddynottss]

• - I DARE YOU TO RIDE HIS THIGH - •

PAIRING(S): mattheo riddle x fem. reader !

WARNING(S): thigh riding, his pov, smut

SUMMARY: y/n gets dared to ride mattheo’s thigh, and after pausing the game, they manage to get locked in alone in Draco’s room.

A/N: im thinking maybe threesome theo and mattheo for my next write?

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You and pansy decided to attend a party hosted by some of your fellow slytherin friends at their house. You got your dress on, got there, and began your night.

You got lost into the night, drinking and dancing and drinking and dancing. You met theo, one of the hosts of the party, and danced with him for a bit before the two of you were called to play a game of truth or dare.

Everyone got in a circle to begin the game. Astoria, Pansy, you, draco, theo, blaise, mattheo-theodore’s roommate, who youve never met before, and many, many more. You’d heard about Mattheo before, the dark lord’s son, but what you didn’t know is how fucking attractive this man is.

The game began and so many secrets were revealed and dares were made. Astoria and Pansy were dared to kiss, blaise shared his mom’s number with everyone, draco admitted to once clogging the toilet in his 2nd year, and much more funny stuff.

Theodore spun the bottle and it landed on mattheo. Theo immediately smirked before speaking “i dare you to sit on a chair, while one of the girls rides your thigh for a minute.” A bunch of “oos”were shared in the room. Mattheo just shook his head in disappointment at his friend’s dare.

“Okay so here’s how we’re gonna pick the girl, we’re gonna spin the bottle again.” Theo spins the bottle and it lands on you. Fuck. You were attracted to this man, but thats not how you were planning to get his attention.

Everyone laughs, ready for the show to begin, and you looked up to see mattheos reaction to which you found him staring at you. He came near you and got close, you could feel his breath on your ear “you don’t have to do this if ur uncomfortable.” he whispered. “ its fine.” You stated before you both got to your spot.

He sat on a chair and they started playing music, you got close to him as he manspread, providing enough space for you. You were wearing a dress with just your panties from the bottom, meaning your already wet clit was gonna rub his thigh.

You place yourself on him, grinding slowly at first. Your hands grab his thighs, fingers digging there to remain balanced. He places his hands on your waist guiding you as little moans and whimpers leave both your mouth and his. Good thing the music was loud enough so that the others wouldnt hear them.

his pov:

Gosh, how did i ever end up in this situation. Ive only met the girl for 30 mins and now shes riding my thigh. That asshole theo knows my weaknesses and he decides to use them against me when i tell him about the attractive girl. She’s so good at it it’s driving me insane.

Her clit is rubbing at my thigh and i can already feel myself harden, god fuck she probably felt that. Im now a whimpering mess, i need more than this. This girl is fucking amazing i need her closer. It takes every muscle in me not to kiss her or even throw my head back but this girl is driving me out of my mind.

your pov:

Your wet clit was rubbing against his bare skin since he’s wearing shorts. The only thing separating your skin was your panties. Suddenly, you feel something poking your back, you know what this is and you are aware of this situation.

God, this was the longest minute of your whole entire fucking life. “Times uppp!!” Theo shouts making you jump up.

“Alright everyone, for Christ’s sake we’re taking a break” Blaise spoke as everyone separated from the area. “Woahh, that was fucking hot y/n” Astoria spoke. You smiled at her and glanced Mattheo’s way only to find him already looking at you while his friends tease him about what just happened.

“Yo mattheo, y/n needs to use the bathroom, mind leading her there?” Pansy joked as the boy nodded. Confused and pissed at your friends for this act of embarrassment, you play along and follow the slytherin boy up the stairs. Just then, as you’re both making your way to the bathroom, someone pushes you both into a room and locks you in there. “Have fun in there losers.” Fuck.

As you were confused on what to do, you turned around inspecting the room before you were met with the boy right in front of you. “Heyy, sorry if it was awkward before, i did not want that to be our first impression,” he apologized. A smile tugged at your lips as you said “no worries, i enjoyed that anyway, plus you made a horrible job at covering your boner.”

He smirked playfully as he blushed, then you turned around and before you could walk to the bed, he grabbed your hand, making you turn as he connected your lips. You kissed him back rapping your arms around his neck. He smirked into the kiss as he pinned you to the wall.

His eyes full of lust, his hands working on removing both of your clothes as trails kisses down your collarbone. You help him to remain just in your red set of lingerie. “Fucking hell.” He whispers before carrying you to the bed. You get on top of him kissing him as his hands roam your body. “This is draco’s room, he’s gonna be mad as fuck.” You both chuckle.

He kisses you again and slips his tongue in your mouth, you grind on him moaning quietly. “Gaaa..d” he moans into the kiss, grabbing your hair. You help him out of his pants and boxers laying between his legs. Your lips only inches away from his hard cock, you take him in your hands, preparing him.

He’s now sat down you the bed, you between his thighs. You tease his tip, giving it a kiss with your mouth before wrapping your lips around his cock, taking everything he has to give. He groans at your actions, grabbing you by your hair guiding you. You even make a few gagging noises which makes him throw his head back “haaaa.. fuck yeah. just like that baby… mmh.”

You then bob your head up and down, speeding your movements. “fuckkk.. shit yeah. hell yeahh ..hmm fuck- faster faster.. hmhh” he whimpers. just then, he cums in your mouth making you swallow every bit. He grabs you by the face kissing you “good girl”.

Then, he unclasps your bra, while leaving soft kisses on your neck. Your boobs pop out, “fuck wow.” he speaks before beginning to pleasure you. He begins nipping and sucking on your left tit, his other hand cupping your other breast. He flicks your tit in his hand, pinching it, making you moan and whimper against his touch.

Trailing kisses down your stomach, he grabs your panties pulling them down, adding them to the pile of clothes that has now formed on the floor. “You’re already this wet hmm?” he smirks to which you nod at. He slips two of his fingers in, curling them inside you, he connects your lips, not allowing any loud sounds to be heard. He speeds his movement as you’re now under him, arching your back to feel him closer, he uses his fingertips to trail your hipbone.

“Mattheo…” “yes, sweetheart ?” “I need you inside me please right now.” his lips tug into a smile before he says “whatever you want baby .” then, he removes his fingers, holds your hands and pins them above your head. He lines his hard cock with your entrance, teasing your clit. Then, suddenly, he pushes inside you making you moan loudly.

“FUCKKK” you scream. “Shh, sweetheart, i don’t want anyone to hear your little moans.” He leaves you to adjust to his size before he begins thrusting inside you. He lowers his face to kiss you, slipping his tongue in. He bites your lower lip, licking it before moving down to your neck. Just then, you speak. “mmh gonna cum” you say with your eyes closed from the pleasure.

“Not yet love,” mattheo then lifts you up, pulling out of you. He places you on the bed, sat and not anymore facing him. He then places his legs above yours, before pushing inside you. This was much deeper and better. You throw your hands above your mouth to keep from making noises as he begins rubbing your clit. You scream as you come clean on him. “Good girl” he praises before pulling out of you.

“We have to clean this shit up or draco will kick me out.” You both chuckle as he goes to the bathroom (in dracos room) and turns the bath on. “I cant walk mattheo.” He laughs loud before pulling you off the bed and carrying you to the shower. “I guess this will be our room for tonight, draco will have to deal with it” you both laugh.

[areweevercameraready]

fitting that my post announcing that i was going to come back to this in scattered and disorganized ways was accidentally posted to the wrong fucking blog

[lovelyela]

she looks like fun || theodore nott x fem!reader

synopsis: new years eve party, based on she looks like fun by arctic monkey. part 2 to she's thunderstorms :)

ela’s note: ignore the fact that it takes place on new years eve and we are half way into january LMAOOO. i wanted to use this song cause it was fitting and my friend suggested it :c

warnings: use of y/n, mentions of smoking, oblivious friends to lovers, cursing, mentions of drinking/alcohol, kissing, confessing, kinda cringe? lazy ending (again), mentions of parties, bad attempt at writing british people.

word count: 1.5k

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7 months, 30 weeks, 212 days, and a couple hours and a few seconds was how long ago you and theo met.

"aye, mate! ready for the party?" mattheo walked out of the bathroom, towel hanging low on his hips while steam flowed out of the shower.

you were throwing a new years eve party for the students at hogwarts who didn't go back home. mattheo and theo were getting ready.

theo's friends had long known about his new liking towards you, if you could call it that.

after the party in may, the two of you became close friends, finding time to study together, hang out, do projects in classes, and more. because of your guys' new memories and stories, he found himself falling for you even more day after day.

"course i am." theo said, scrolling mindlessly on instagram. your 2023 recap post came up on his feed. first, it was a picture of a sunrise, then one of a cheeseburger you had in italy or some other romantic-looking place. swiping more, he saw pictures of you and your friends, your achievements of that year, you with animals, and finally you snowboarding.

he even made the cut with a secretly taken picture of him staring at a thunderstorm with a blunt in his hand from the night you two met.

mattheo quickly got dressed and polished himself up before the two boys walked to the gryffindor common room.

the party hadn't started yet, but theo and a few other slytherin boys were helping you set up final details.

"hey guys!" you greeted mattheo and theo.

enzo was already helping, and draco and blaise went home to their families so it was just the three for now.

theo felt weak in the knees when he saw you. you were all glammed up for the new year, with your hair done nice and a silky emerald green dress to match the color of 2024.

you wore shoes that were much more elegant than the ones you usually wear, but they were still comfortable to dance and be in.

"you look stunning." theo said without much thought, simply just admiring you.

"thank you." you blushed, face heating up under his gaze. what theo didn't know was how you felt the same.

the times he glanced at you from across the room, the times he laughed at all your bad and funny jokes, the times he did little things for you like holding the door open, all those times did not go unnoticed.

he loved you, and the feeling was mutual.

"what can we help with?" mattheo smiled after a few beats of you and theo smiling each other.

"you can help lorenzo, i asked him to put out the snacks and drinks." you pointed to the other boy, who was putting his heart and soul into a cracker and cheese charcuterie board. mattheo went to him, and began pouring different chips into different bowls.

"and you," you focused your attention back to theo, "you can help me put up streamers."

theo smiled and followed you to the staircase, where golden streamers were put up half-way.

"i'll give you 20 galleons if y/l/n and nott get together tonight," enzo grinned at mattheo.

"i doubt it, they're both too shy to actually tell each other about their feelings." mattheo shook his head. "you know i'm always up for a bet though."

everyone saw it. the professors, your friends, even the paintings and ghosts of hogwarts. they all saw the way you and theo looked at each other, the way you two are always together. they've heard both of you talking about one another like you were desperately in love.

they also knew how oblivious the two of you were. how one of you could yell "i love you," in the other's face and brush it off like nothing.

the 4 of you finished the setup at 8:32, the perfect time as the party started at 9. people already started piling in and chatting with each other.

at 11 pm, you poured yourself a tropical drink, and you got onto the dance floor quickly with your friends and a smile on your face.

30 minutes later, theo was alone, watching you subtly from afar. mattheo was finding a girl to kiss for the new year, and enzo was with his girlfriend he met at the party in may, which actually turned out to be one of your best friends. the italian was debating whether or not to go for a smoke break again.

he decided why not, and went to a hallway empty enough. he cracked open the window and sat on the floor.

he pulled out his only blunt and lighter, but before he could even spark the steel box, your voice interrupted yet again.

"you have to stop running from my parties to smoke some weed," you smiled and set your drink on the windowsill before taking a seat in from of theo.

"and you have to stop showing up to my smoke breaks unexpectedly." he scoffed lightheartedly before putting the lighter and blunt next to your drink.

"but you love it when i do that." you frowned jokingly. "do you have another one?"

"no," he sighed, "i should stop smoking so much this new year." he said.

"maybe." you shrugged. "are you having fun?" you questioned, tracing shapes on your knee.

"i always have fun at your parties," he said, "you're lots of fun."

"i'm flattered." you smiled, "did mattheo and enzo ditch you?" you questioned. you saw enzo and mattheo inside, so you could only jump to conclusions.

"not necessarily ditched." he said, "riddle is flirting around and berkshire is with his girlfriend."

"they're cute!" you said, "they're almost at 6 months, right?"

"i think so," theo shrugged. "they're really a good match."

"i wish i had a match like that." you said, "they're so great together, they have each other's humor, they're both loyal and secure, they let each other live their own lives and be independent, they're fun to be around, just like the perfect couple."

theo bit his tongue. he couldn't tell you, he couldn't have you knowing how he felt.

you couldn't know about how you made his day. you couldn't know how your smile or gaze alone made his heart flutter. you couldn't know about how he loved your guys' cloudy day hang outs. you couldn't know how he thought about you every waking second. hell, even when he slept, he dreamt of you. you couldn't know about how he loved sharing every whimsical thought that entered his mind with you. you couldn't know about how much fun he had with you, talking shit about people who did you two dirty and being dickheads. you couldn't know.

"i think we'd be a perfect couple."

shit.

"what?" you were taken aback in the best way possible.

"i meant-" he tried explaining, but just like a cheesy romcom, your best friend, enzo's girlfriend ran outside for you.

"it's agora hills!" she said, taking your hand and pulling you into the room.

theo was speechless, it happened so quick, and your reaction was not promising whatsoever.

he almost started panicking, but he had to clear the air. the secret was out, and even though it might end the friendship, you had to know.

he entered the common room, searching for you in the crowded room. he saw mattheo with some slytherin girl, and enzo was talking to some guys in ravenclaw.

he ignored them and kept looking for you.

the same way he's looked for you his whole life.

agora hills stopped and a minute timer came on, people started cheering and it was evident. 1 minute until the new year.

he finally found you after you emerged from the crowd, you were so happy he was tall enough for you to easily scout him out.

"y/n, let me explain." theo pleaded.

"no need, theo." you smiled.

"30 seconds!" someone said in the crowd.

"i've liked you for so long. since you approached me in may, i was interested in you. i've been falling for you everyday since then. these past 7 months were so fun, and i know it'll fuck our friendship up, but i can't miss this opportunity." he yapped, rushing.

20 seconds.

you smiled, your heart becoming warm after he confessed after nearly half a year of waiting. "theo, i like you too." you said.

"10!"

theo blinked at you, not processing the information.

"9!"

"can i kiss you?" you asked.

"8!"

"what?" he asked back, caught so off guard since he was fully ready to be rejected.

"7!"

"can i kiss you, idiot!?" you smiled again, knowing he thought he was dreaming.

"6!"

the question you asked finally registered in his brain.

"5!"

"..are you sure?" he questioned.

"4!"

"yes, im sure, theo!" your grin grew wider.

"3!"

he smiled from ear to ear, heart fluttering when he realized this was real. you felt the same way.

"2!"

you both leaned in, eager to make you two official.

"1! happy new year!"

and you two kissed. sparks flew and it could be compared to magic.

the two of you pulled away after a few moments, and smiled.

"woah."

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[strawbsstarz]

Drunk: Draco Malfoy x reader

kind of rushed but I was inspired

warning: none just fluff :)

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2:30 am, the phone rings. Ring Ring! Draco groans at the noise, tossing in his bed, his peaceful slumber disrupted. He was about to turn his phone on silent when he caught a glimpse from his squinted eyes at the caller.

"Hello..?" He greets groggily, sleep still present.

The other line is silent, "...Hello?" He mutters again. *Hiccups* Draco, confused, takes his phone off his ear to check if the call was still there. As he was about to start talking again, the other line finally speaks.

"DrACoOo!" A burst of giggles following.

"Y/N?" He rubs his eyes trying to get rid of his tiredness, "..are you drunk?"

Another hiccup, "let's facetimeee...I missed youu~"

"Do you want me to come over?" He asks prompting himself up on his elbows.

"No!" Followed by another hiccup, "it's cold out."

"You're outside?" The sleepiness, no longer present, he gets up quickly and rushes to the front door while on the phone with her, "Who are you with? Where are you?"

The call echoes with giggles, "I don't know...I'm losttttt"

Draco falls into a panicked state, why was she drunk all alone in the middle of the night? "Stay on the phone with me, princess, okay? I'm coming right now."

He hears her giggle and hiccuping not giving a clear answer, he quickly checks her location and jogs over since it's nearby.

"Ooh Kitty!" Y/N exclaims excitedly, *hiccups* The phone can be heard falling on the ground, Y/N scooping the cat up in her arms, "Wanna comee home wit me?"

Sprinting now, he says "You're joking right?"

Draco sees Y/N hovered around a corner by a wall holding up a cat and petting it. He hears the cat's purr and meow on the phone. Despite being out of breath, he rushes to her.

Before he could scold her, Y/N puts down the cat and sprints to Draco engulfing him in a hug, "Draco!"

He wraps his arm around her waist, while the other is trying to keep her steady in her stance. As Y/N pulls away she excitedly does small jumps pointing to the cat,

"Look Draco!" She goes back to the cat scooping it in her arms, "Can we keeep him?"

A little taken aback, he shakes his head slightly, "No, Y/N, we're not keeping him, you're drunk right now."

"bUT he's so preciousss," she smiles as she pets the cat, "who's a good kitttyy?"

Draco sighs, "No, Y/N we can't keep a cat.."

She pouts at him, and as if the cat followed in her suit, meows and ironically, gives big puppy dog eyes at the boy.

"Fine, fine!" He reluctantly agrees, "Let's get you home okay, hold my hand so you don't fall"

While the two walked home together, Y/N still visibly drunk starts talking to the cat, "I'm gonna feed you soooo much food and loveee you and snuggle wiht you!"

Draco, slightly annoyed but finds it adorable, shakes his head as he grips tighter on his hold of her hand, "Hold tightly, Y/N, we can't have you tripping and falling here."

Y/N slowly trying to understand the situation, let's go of Draco's hand, "Umm excuse you! I have a boyfriend!" She states with her eyes half open.

In disbelief, Draco just stands there, "....I am your boyfriend."

Tilting her head, she asks, "What's your name?"

"Draco.."

"Prove it!"

He pinches the bridge of his nose, she's gonna be the death of me, "Love, I need you to hold my hand until we get home."

Y/N shakes her head, pouting "I can walk perfectly fine by myself! Plus, my boyfriend would get upset if he saw me with you, he'd definitely kick your ass!"

Draco puts his hand on his hip, "First off, you were stumbling and tripping over yourself a minute ago. Second, I am your boyfriend."

Y/N giggles as she stares at his face, going closer, "You look like him.."

He sighs.

"But he's soOO much more handsome *hiccups*"

"Are you trying to flirt with me right now?" He questions, somewhat amused.

"No! I wouldn't dare cheat!!" She says clutching the cat closer to her as it meows, as if it was agreeing.

Another sigh, Draco grabs Y/N's face in his hands, "Y/N, look at me."

With half lidded eyes, she looks at him, tilting her head in confusion, before getting into another set of giggles.

"Focus on my eyes, darling." Following his instructions, she does as she's told, mumbling grey.

"Good, now look at my hair." With one hand holding the cat, she lightly combs her fingers through his hair, "it looks blonde? noo! platinum?? Final ANSwer!"

He chuckles, "Now who am I?" He asks. Her eyes move their way down on his face, admiring and analyzing their features, before landing on his lips, tracing her fingers softly.

After a moment of staring she pulls away to sneeze, "Achoo!" She breaks out in a fit of laughter once again, and this time Draco joins her.

"Draco!" She finally recognizes him, "I missed you!" She pecks his lips.

Draco blushes slightly, but chuckles to himself as he pulls her closer to him guiding her once more to go home, along with their new cat.

[papercorgiworld]

The Death Eater Drabbles 2:

Cuts and bruised egos

Mattheo, Theodore, Enzo, Draco and Blaise

Read part 1: Untie me.

You have to take care of your prisoner, which means spending time together.

Find part 3 here

You had been staring at a wiggenweld potion for over 30 minutes contemplating on whether or not to use it to heal your prisoner. You were short on ingredients, so you normally only used it for really bad injuries. And since your new housemate was still complaining and not crying of pain you really had no right to offer him the healing potion. However, you were really not looking forward to cleaning him up and healing every injury. It demanded that you stay in the same room for longer than 5 minutes and not just that you had to sit close to him. Thankfully he was still tied up.

Urgh, this is going to be a nightmare.

Mattheo Riddle

His legs were dangling on the bedside as he lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, but as soon as he heard you enter he sat up. “Here to give me my bath?” He asks with a smug smile. You sigh but make your way over and sit next to him. Mattheo’s eyes land on the bowl of warm water and the small towel you’re holding. He wants to say something snappy, but at the same time his face and torso are really hurting. So he keeps quiet and watches you dip the tip of the towel in the water. You try to clean off the blood without reopening the cuts or pushing too hard on the bruised skin. When you see him clench his jaw you immediately pull away. “I’m sorry, I’m almost done.” His eyes never meet yours and he simply forces a smile. “It’s nothing.” You stare at him sympathetically, not buying into his tough act. After a few more soft touches his face looks better. “You have a few small cuts, but they will heal on their own.”

You get up and want to head for the door when he urgently gets up as well, startling you. You watch him as he clearly searches for words, but he just clenches his jaw again. “Nothing.” Is all he says and sits back down on the bed. It’s then that you notice him wince in pain. You press your lips together. Why do I feel so bad for him? “Where does it hurt?” You ask and he looks up. Mattheo just shakes his head. “I’m fine.” You roll your eyes and put the bowl of water on the nightstand before sitting down next to Mattheo. “Right you’re so tough you don’t get hurt or don’t feel pain.” You mock him and he’s clearly annoyed with you. But before he can open his mouth your hand is already on his chest and slides down. When you press down on the sensitive spot on his side a painful hiss escapes him. He curses himself for being so vulnerable. “That’s your good mate, Harry’s work.” You’re a bit shaken by the anger in his voice. “Shouldn’t ‘ve picked a fight with him.” He looks at you, but you avoid his gaze and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. “Not like I had a choice.”

You look up and his dead and angry eyes lock with yours. “You must really enjoy this?” Mattheo snaps with venom dripping from his words. “No I don’t, but I bet most girls would pay money to undress you.” Your attempt to lighten the mood seems to be a success as Mattheo’s death glare falls. You’re done with the last button and examine the bruise on his side. “Nothing a simple healing spell can’t fix.” You pull out your wand and make the bruise fade. “Do you take such good care of all your prisoners?” You smile pleased that he’s calmed down. “You’re my only prisoner.” You answer as you get up. “Sounds like marriage to me.” You narrow your eyes at his horrible joke. “How about I get you some clean clothes?” His signature smirk is back on his face as he watches you leave. Oh please, (y/n), don’t be so nice to me, I might never wanna leave.

Theodore Nott

Theo lay on the bed and was resting his eyes, but when he heard the key flick his eyes flung open. “Missed you.” He quips with amusement ringing in his voice. He rolls to his side. You snort and go to sit on the bed. “I’m here to check your injury.” You push him back on his back. “Going to undress me, this is getting interesting.” Your lips form a line as you shake your head. “Don’t get your hopes up, Nott.” You unbutton his shirt and as expected a large cut stretched over his torso. “I won’t be able to heal it at once, but I’ll do my best to ease the pain.” His smirk fades as he watches you gently dip a towel in warm water to slowly clean off the blood. He winces in pain a few times. “I’ll be done soon.” You reassure him. Theo just huffs, an arrogant grin on his face. “I’ve had worse.” You look at him with a disapproving look. “That’s not something to be proud of.” Once the cut is cleaned you use a spell to heal it a bit and to bantage him.

Theo watches you as you clean the slightly bloodied water with one flick of your wand. “Okay, now let me look at that face.” As you reach for his cheek he pulls away. “It’s not that bad.” You sigh and roll your eyes. “Let me at least check. Otherwise you might end up scared.” Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Don’t you women love a man with a scar?” You let out a laugh. “I guess having a scar can be sexy, but trust me your pretty face already has a few small scars and that’s sexy enough for you.” You lean a bit over him and start cleaning his face. It wasn’t that bad, but it’s definitely better with all the blood gone. “You’re really taking good care of me, especially since I’m your enemy.” He suddenly blurs out, instantly regretting it. You look him in the eyes and give him a soft smile. “You decided to be my enemy, but I never chose to be yours.” You carefully push some of his messy hair out of his eyes. He pulls his face away from you. “You made a choice too.” He says bitterly. “Attacking people is a choice, Theo, but protecting the people I love that’s not a choice, that's just my duty.” Theodore just stares holes into your skull. “That’s a hollow argument, things are never that easy.” Your eyes linger over his bandaged torso. “You’re probably right.” You turn your eyes back to his face and force a sweet smile. “Anyways you look a lot better.” Theo nods softly. “Thank you.” His sincerity touches you. “Now, let me look, maybe I can get you some clean clothes.” I never wanted to be your enemy, (y/n), I never chose that.”

Enzo Berkshire

Enzo was sitting on the bed while leaning against the frame. When he sees you enter he jumps to his feet. “Change your mind?” He wiggles his eyebrows. You smile at his playfulness. “No.” You say and you give him a soft shove so he lands on the bed. “Your actions are giving me different signals. Pushing someone on a bed is clear language to me.” A giggle rolls over your lips and Enzo watches you with admiration. “I’m here to check on the cuts and bruises on your face.” You sit down next to him and push a few strands of his hair aside. You frown as you see one particular deep cut above his right eyebrow. “Hermoine is merciless. She slammed my face into a wall twice.” You don’t look at him as you dip a towel into a bowl of warm water. “Maybe you shouldn’t have attacked them in the first place.” You state as you softly swipe the towel against his face. “It was three against one. I thought that if I surprised them I could get away. I swear I wasn’t really trying to kill them.” You pull away for a moment to watch his expression trying to figure out if he was being truthful. You keep quiet not really knowing what to say. If he was indeed outnumbered he was probably scared.

“I’m glad you’re here with me.” Enzo speaks up as you start cleaning the gaping cut near his eyebrow. You simply give him a smile. When you suddenly pull out your wand Enzo jumps a bit. “No worries, I’m going to heal you so you aren’t left with any scars.” He lets out a sigh of relief and you tap your wand against his head healing him. “I’m not going to hurt you as long as you don’t try to escape.” You say while you put your wand away. Enzo offers you a bright smile. “It’s like I’m in heaven. I’ve got a soft bed and a pretty girl taking care of me. What more can I ask for.” “Maybe some fresh clothes?” Enzo nods and watches you leave in awe. Heaven.

Draco Malfoy

You walk in and Draco huffs in annoyance. He had been pacing around the room in frustration. “Ready for part two of our bad date?” You say referring to his earlier comment in an attempt to lighten the mood. A foul look appears on Draco’s face. “For your own sake let me just check your injury and heal you.” He narrows his eyes at you weighing his options. “Fine. But don’t jab your brute fingers between my ribs again.” You roll your eyes at his dramatics. “How about you drop the attitude and I won’t jab.” He ignores you and reluctantly takes a seat on the bed. Draco watches you carefully as you work your way down every button. “This is straight up embarrassing.” You raise a questioning eyebrow at Draco. “You, undressing me while I’m tied up.” He explains with a harsh tone. You roll your eyes. “Trust me, Malfoy, undressing ‘you’ wasn’t on my bucket list either.” “You probably prefer Potter then? A bit cheap for you isn’t he?” Your eyes fling up in anger, ignoring his half undone shirt that your fingers are still working on. “No, Harry is just my friend. But he’s not cheap. And honestly, I hate rich kids like you.” Your boiling frustration reaches its peak when the last button of his shirt won’t budge. In anger you accidentally rip his shirt. Draco’s eyes widen and embarrassment washes over you. “Sure, says the girl that literally tore my shirt off.”

If looks could kill you would be burying Draco instead of healing him. When he finally drops his arrogant smirk your death glare falls as well. You inspect the bruises on his side and he watches you in silence, adoring your beautiful features. “A quick healing spell and you should be all better.” You announce before pulling out your wand. “Don’t screw this up.” You simply narrow your eyes at him and cast the spell. “I feel better, you did well, I’m impressed.” Draco says in an attempt to sound grateful. You sigh, but refuse to get into another argument. Draco is disappointed by the fact that you aren’t entertaining him with snappy retorts anymore. He really doesn’t want you to leave so soon already. “This was an expensive shirt and you tore it.” You roll your eyes, but look at his bare upper half. You couldn’t leave him like this. “Alright, I‘ll see if I can find you a new shirt.” He nods and forces out a hesitant ‘thanks’ before you leave the room. Draco lets himself fall onto the bed. (Y/n), you can tear off my shirt anytime.

Blaise Zabini

You hadn’t properly set foot in the guest room and Blaise’s playful voice was already ringing in your ears. “Missed me?” You huff. “Not in the slightest.” He’s not convinced and continues grinning. “I’m here to fix up your face and make sure you don’t have any fractures.” Blaise stands up from the bed and walks towards you towering over you. “Just admit, (y/n), you missed me.” You reach for his face, gently stroking over the marks and bruises. Blaise’s playful smile drops. “Your friends would’ve never caught me if they hadn’t snuck up on me.” You frown, not impressed by his arrogant tone. “Pretty sure they said they stumbled into you by accident, not really the same as sneaking up on someone.” You push against his chest urging him to sit down on the bed. He complies, his eyes never leaving yours. “Harry is just trying to impress you.” A smile creeps up on your face. “Harry is trying to impress me? Sounds more like you’re trying to find excuses for being a sucky wizard.” Blaise immediately pushes himself up from the bed. “Am not!” You snicker at how easily he was offended. “Sit.” You command as you push him down again and pull out your wand.

“Maybe I just don’t want you to think I’m less of a wizard because they beat me in an unfair duell.” Blaise confesses and you stare at him for several seconds before looking down at your feet. “I don’t think less of you because you got caught, I just don’t trust you because you, you know, you joined him.” His lips part but no words come out. You offer him a sympathetic smile and get up heading for the door. “It’s complicated.” Blaise finally says and you turn around to look at him. “Yeah.” You whisper softly, understanding that it probably wasn’t his choice to get involved. As you look him up and down you notice how ragged his clothes are. “You really need some fresh clothes. I’ll be right back.” Much rather have a fresh start with you, but I’ll take the clothes.

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“Tassel Moss looks as you’d imagine,” said Granger. “Tiny tassels across the top. It’s the sporangia – unusually big in the genus. They turn pink in the summer – of course, we’re a little too early for that.”

Was this woman a genius at Herbology, on top of everything else? Draco wondered how much of Potter and Weasley’s limited scholarly success was due to absorbing her knowledge by intellectual osmosis.

She was, frankly, overwhelming.

Granger carried on along the path, squatting down occasionally to observe things. It was altogether rather a peaceful ramble, with the charms keeping him dry, the sound of the rain and the occasional brave songbird, and verbalisations from Granger telling off various mosses because they weren’t the right one.

For the first time since he’d taken the Granger casefile from Tonks’ hands, Draco felt glad of the decision. This was certainly more pleasant than most of his work as an Auror – fewer hexes and eviscerations coming his way, for a start.

And, bonus, it got him out of tea with the ladies, and promised many more opportunities to do so. That set would be tut-tutting at Granger over their teacups – Granger with her hat askew, her face smeared with dirt, clambering about in ditches instead of finding herself a rich husband. But she was apparently doing something great for wizardkind, and what, pray, had they achieved?

“I think I found it!” called Granger.

Draco pushed through some brambles to be, once again, presented with a view of Granger’s bum. Familiarity breeds fondness – he was rather developing an appreciation for it.” - Draco Malfoy and the Mortifying Ordeal of Being in Love, Chapter 4: Imbolc, by @isthisselfcare

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DMATMOOBIL art 30/40

[splendidissimus]

2017 - Voldemort Scholar

((Content warning: illness (minor) ))

Genre: general

Romance level: none

Angst level: 1/5

Draco's headspace: calm / philosophical

((words: ~1700))

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Draco shook the hand of the fashionable witch who entered his study. "I'm sorry I had to change our meeting venue." The fire was roaring in the fireplace behind him despite the mild weather, and he had a steaming cup of something that smelled more medicinal than pure tea on the corner of his desk. "Thank you for indulging me." He gestured for her to take a seat, and resumed his when she had.

"Not at all," she assured him, settling her bag in her lap and arranging a Muggle-style pad of paper from it neatly in front of her on the desk. A cup of tea seemingly poured itself and came to rest in front of her. "Thank you for agreeing to meet with me. I know you have a full schedule."

"I always have time to talk about myself," he said playfully. 

She obliged him with a laugh and set her quill to the paper. "Well, it's funny you say that — I was actually hoping to talk about Voldemort." 

His affable demeanour evaporated. He raised his eyebrows coolly and his expression turned neutrally reserved. "That isn't what your owl said." 

"No," she admitted, but was unabashed. "I've found that I get far fewer responses to my owls when I open with that. Please hear me out, though — I only need five minutes of your time." 

He was watching her without expression, but he picked up his tea instead of throwing her out. "Five minutes." 

"Thank you." She was apparently prepared, because she pulled several sheafs of papers from her bag and laid them on the desk in front of her in a messy line. "As I'm sure you're aware, I mean, obviously you would be aware, the twenty-fifth anniversary of his defeat is coming up in a few years. I'm working on a book I intend to have published that year, working title Life Under Voldemort, a ground-level history, showing what that time was really like. I've been sourcing memories and interviews with survivors…"

He reached across the desk and delicately moved the papers with two fingers. Some of the labels on the stacks that stood out were Neville Longbottom, Percy Weasley, and Andromeda Tonks, interspersed with others he didn't recognise or knew were offering a much more tangential view. 

She watched him study them. "I have the stories from members of Dumbledore's Army, the Order of the Phoenix, normal civilians, people who went into hiding, Ministry workers…"

"Sounds admirably well-rounded." 

"That's what I'm after. I'm missing someone with your qualifications…"

"A Death Eater," he said coolly. 

She nodded her head to the side in a way that wasn't precisely yes or no. "Someone with your perspective, someone who was actually right there with him. A firsthand look at what he was doing. At him." 

"I'm sure you could find plenty of willing interviewees in Azkaban." 

She gave him a look like that was a strange thing to say — which was frankly the pot staring at the kettle. "I'm not looking to write about the people committing the atrocities. This is about what it was like to survive them."

"That's the second time you've used that word. Is that what we are? 'Survivors'?"

"You're here, aren't you? You survived him."

"That's an interesting way of putting it." It would be nice if it were true, but he declined to indulge that musing for the moment. He laced his fingers in front of his mouth, spinning his family ring around his finger, and watched her over them. "Why are you writing this?" 

She looked like she understood this was the important question, and took a moment to gather her papers back together neatly as she gathered her thoughts, fanning them out to show the dozens of names, all people who were sharing how they had been impacted by those dark times. "As a society, we Wizards tend not to talk about these sorts of things. Once dark times are over, we put them behind us and carry on with business as usual. I think it's important that we don't rob future generations of the ability to know what life was actually like, just because we'd rather pretend it didn't happen."

"For the love of the historical record, then."

"Oh yes. I think it's important that history be preserved and learned from." 

He spun his ring, watching her steadily. She was a little younger than him, maybe hadn't started school yet by the time of Voldemort's rule. Her fascination was academic, and genuine, he was sure, but lacked the personal fire that would make it truly impactful — that would really cut to the truth. "I'd offer you another motivation, if I may. Or the same one, taken further."

"Oh?"

"This can never be allowed to happen again." He settled his ring firmly into place. "When we silently put it behind us, we leave the door open for a new generation to make the same mistakes. Another fervour of self-righteousness, another Dark Lord, a new war against ourselves. It must stop." 

She stared at him, then looked down at her files with a small, thoughtful nod.

He finally released her from his gaze. "Tibby." 

The house elf appeared beside his chair. "Master Draco?" 

"There's a box of old papers in the bottom drawer of my bedroom desk. Please bring those to me." The house elf disappeared and he looked back at her. "I don't want to talk about him," he said. "I'd like to say 'I'm sure you understand why', but I suspect you might not. But I support your goal and think I have something to offer that may actually be of more historical interest." 

"Memories?" she said hopefully.

"Mm, no. You should know that asking so casually for something that intimate is very offputting. In case no one's ever told you." Tibby reappeared with his papers, and he thanked her as he took them. He took the lid from the box and flipped through a few of the pages to check they were what he expected, then he floated the witch's blank pages to him without asking permission. He held one hand above the box of papers and the other over her pad, and very swiftly the writing from the first began to appear on the second, racing down the page. Papers floated out of the box and neatly stacked themselves as they were copied, and the pages on her pad flipped unaided. 

She was quiet to respect his concentration, though he made it look effortless. "Not quite as useful as a contemporary journal," he said as he finished, "but perhaps of interest. I wrote these in the year after Voldemort's death." It was less a journal and more a disorganised vomit of things he had witnessed, been made to do, and couldn't stop himself from feeling, often without context and not written for an audience, put down on paper when there was no one to talk to but he had to do something to get it out of his mind. "They haven't been edited; I haven't even looked at them in at least ten years, and I can't promise coherence or quality. They're yours to do with as you please." 

She was reading some of the words upside down as the pages moved, and she seemed excited. "This is incredible." 

He manually handed the pad of copied pages back to her, but when she took them in her hands, he didn't let go, and she had to look back up at him. "On the condition you also get Harry Potter involved in your project." 

She bit her lips together as he let her take the papers. "That's been a sticking point." 

"You mean ambushing him in a meeting arranged under false pretences didn't work? I am shocked." He conjured a handkerchief to cough into, subtly checked for blood, and Vanished it again. "He's dealt with people asking him about Voldemort his entire wizarding life; he's good at ignoring it. Tailor your pitch to Hermione. I would think she would be receptive to your intention." 

"I have tried reaching out to the Deputy Minister—"

"If it doesn't work," he interrupted with a small shrug, "I'm afraid that's all there is to it. My condition stands. Is there anything else I can do for you?" 

She took the cue to begin packing away her notes. "Well, I would love the opportunity to interview your mother…"

He laughed. "And I would quite enjoy seeing you try, but I'll spare you the discomfort. No. My parents are intensely private people who very much believe in 'putting it behind us', and you should stop annoying them, if you've started." 

"That's unfortunate, but I understand. I had to try." She stood up, and he also stood to see her out. She hesitated, and he raised his eyebrows to invite her to go on. "May I see it?" Her eyes flicked toward his left arm. 

His demeanour went cold again. "Do you ask werewolves to see their scars?" 

"If I were studying werewolves and werewolf bite scars were going to become extinct within a few decades, I think I would." 

"Then you can find plenty of them in Azkaban." He gestured toward the door for her to go. But he also thought he had better follow her to make sure she didn't decide to go wandering around the house to see the rooms where Death Eaters had really lived and plotted and killed. 

She took the instruction to find the floo with some reluctance, but he escorted her to make sure she got there, floating sedately at her side and shivering a little bit once out of his overly-warm room. "I feel I should make it clear," he said amicably, "that if my contribution is used against my wishes, or is edited to present me or anyone else," his family, that meant, "in a falsely negative light, my estate will take swift and severe action. Not that I am requesting favourable editing," he assured her, "and in fact I'd prefer minimal editing at all, but villainization will not be tolerated."  

"I have no intention of doing any such thing."

"Then I'm pleased to work with you, and I hope your book excels beyond your wildest expectations." He pleasantly offered her floo powder and watched her leave. 

"That was unusually aggressive," he heard from the door. He hadn't realised his father was out of his own study; he must have been informed by his portrait spy and waited for the stranger to be gone. 

"Well, you know, sometimes Ravenclaw types need things to be spelled out for them." He coughed into his hand again as he left the drawing room. His tea felt very far away. "Apparently Voldemort scholars are a thing now." 

"It was inevitable. You handled her?" He nodded, but couldn't speak to answer. His father offered his arm, and Draco's coughing and the tapping of his father's cane carried them back to his study.

[l0vegl0wsinthedark]

Okay i have to write this down. I have had a very specific fic idea sitting in my pumpkin of a head, rent free.

Draco gets a job - absolutely nothing important or fancy - as some kind of paperwork/paper pushing clerk at the Ministry right after his trial (some sort of reformation program for acquitted death eaters). Fast forward 8 or 9 years and draco still has the same job except he's kind of irreplaceable now because nobody can keep track of all the bajillion bullshit documents that get processed every fucking day - except draco. He sits in an office only slightly larger than a toilet cubicle and has stacks of parchment floor to ceiling ALL AROUND him and it's a bit dizzying honestly, but draco? You ask him for a specific document from december of 1999 and he'll find it in under ten seconds flat.

All this is not even the best part. The best part (in my head) is that draco is the biggest most terrifying GROUCH. Glasses perched on the tip of his nose, hair always rumpled (we know why but we get there later), draco sits at his tiny overflowing desk and barks and snaps at all the people who nervously stop by because they need their paperwork done and the Ministry has literally not bothered to hire anyone else. He doesn't report to anybody, he has no direct boss, they never sorted that shit out. It's something of a rite of passage for new ministry employees to get past draco. He's bony and pale and resembles an infuriated bowtruckle at any given point in the day. He sits there quill in hand, desk in impeccable order and just scolds every single person he meets.

"These are all in the wrong order," he snarls, shoving a sheaf of parchment at a young woman, somebody's new secretary. "Go rearrange them and maybe then I'll stamp and process them."

"Can you not see I'm already talking to somebody here?! Don't stick your head into my office when I'm already occupied. Get out and wait your turn."

"Shut the bloody door, can't you read the sign on it?!"

Occasionally though? He's a gem: "All right, okay, you need a letter from a parent or guardian since you're not of age yet. Didn't they tell you that when you applied for the summer internship? All right, why don't you dart through the Floos downstairs and fetch a letter from home? I'll be here until 5:30. Dry your eyes now, go on. I'll wait."

The whole ministry is terrified of draco and his temper and he speaks to nobody outside of work and nobody knows where he lives or whom he goes home to.

You know whom he goes home to, though, right? 👨🏿‍❤️‍👨🏼

[shanastoryteller]

Happy Valentine’s Day! Draco and the twins please

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36

Harry stares at Voldemort's face, slack in unconsciousness, his body sprawled across an expensive leather couch. "I can not fucking believe that worked."

"Why would I have done it if it wouldn't have worked?" Draco demands, with his mother's face and her voice and his mocking eyeroll.

The dementor Draco had found - her name is something Harry's convinced a human throat can't pronounce, but she'd signed that they could call her Tori - sways hopefully in the direction of the chest of horcruxes.

Apparently the terrifying, soul crushing dread that dementors give off is something they can consciously turn on or off. Being around her is just sort of cold.

"Yes, yes, sorry, please go ahead," Draco says, flipping open the chest revealing the assorted treasures Voldemort had stored his soul in. "Nagini is just down the hall if someone wants to go take care of that."

Hermione checks that the safety is off of her pistol then says, "On it."

"Don't kill her," George says, eyeing Tori as various items disappear underneath her robe. "We need her alive for Tori to suck out their souls. Just incapacitate her."

"Aim low," Ron says, a heap of acromantula silk rope over his shoulder.

"I could help," Harry starts, feeling especially useless.

Fred shakes his head. "No, no, the timing is very important here."

"Yeah," Draco says, looking over a desouled ring with interest. "Just sit there and wait to get a soul sucked out."

Great.

"Oh, don't look so put out," Draco says. "At least it won't be yours. Right Tori?"

She nods. Harry supposes she seems trustworthy. It's not like he's that trusting of wizards that work at a prison, so he probably shouldn't hold the other dementors he's met against her.

[yoursecrett]

His Hufflepuff

Theodore Nott x HufflepuffReader

Summary: You were known as the sweetest Hufflepuff at Hogwarts, from tutoring students to being Madam Pomfrey's helper, you were constantly busy you liked it that way... Theodore Nott - The Slytherin Prefect, you had caught his attention, and everyone knows Theodore Nott never gives up on something or someone he wants.

You could hear the cheers from the quidditch game Gryffindor vs Slytherin, the biggest game of the year as you heard everyone say, as much as you wanted to watch the games you knew it was your number one priority to be ready for the injured players.

You were happy being Madam Pomfrey's helper having it on your file knowing it would do you well in the future, you always dreamed of being a healer, you just had to prove you were good enough and you knew you were nearly there.

"Y/n darling I need your help" You heard Madam Pomfrey say, as the room began filling up with chatter, you closed the file standing up walking from behind the curtain, safe to say you weren't surprised when groups began carrying in the quidditch players in.

"Place him on the bed please," You say to the group of Slytherins carrying who you knew as The Slytherin Prefect - Theodore Nott, they did as were told before moving back "What happened" You questioned, feeling his pulse "One of them Gryffindors set a spell on him, made the broom go out out control, before smashing into the ground Theo still on it," Blaise says to you "I bet it was that filthy little mudblood" Draco says pacing back and forth.

He was distracting everyone in the room, you turned to Pansy "Please take him out, to cool down" You say politely as she nods following your instructions, once everyone was out it became quiet again the only sounds being the injured students groaning and Madam Pomfrey speaking.

You had wrapped Theo's hand carefully, he was lucky it was only minor injuries, a sprained hand, black eye, little cuts on his leg, arms, and head but nothing major... You had begun writing up his injuries in his file when you heard him beginning to groan. You stood up slowly walking over seeing him look around the room confused.

"Good evening Mr. Nott", You say smiling softly "How are you feeling" You question pouring him a glass of water, which he drinks in one gulp "Why am I here" He questions beginning to sit up "Please be careful you have some injuries." You say causing him to look down at his wrapped-up hand "Do you have a mirror" He asks beginning to mess with his hair, you nod passing him the mirror from the desk behind you.

"Damn" was all he said before placing it down "Even looking like this, I look amazing" You laugh softly, causing him to send you a soft smile "It seems as though you are feeling better, There are still 30 minutes left of dinner, I would suggest going to get some," You say signing his pass, as he stood up "thank you" He mutters taking it from you "Aren't you coming to dinner" He questions you shake your head softly "I still have many patients to care of, enjoy your night Mr. Nott" He nods before walking away, "The name is Theo by the way" He shouts across the room before leaving.

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You had finally finished your shift, it hadn't been a bad day you managed to get some studying in but that resulted in you being even more tired. You walked through the dark halls, you loved Hogwarts when it was dark and quiet it was peaceful and beautiful.

"Hey wait up" You heard a deep voice say behind you causing you to turn around seeing Theo Nott running up to you. "You know you really shouldn't be moving your hand so much," You say looking down at his wrapped hand.

"It'll be fine, it has been through worse," He says smiling "I actually wanted to thank you for taking good care of me yesterday" You smiled softly "You are welcome MrNott but it is part of my job" You respond laughing softly, you saw Theo's smile grow wider "Yeah - Yeah I know that, but you know I feel like you and Madam Pomfrey don't get the recognition use deserve you know" He leans against the wall crossing his arms, keeping his eyes on you, you couldn't help but raise your eyebrows.

"Well thank you, Theo, are you feeling alright" You question making him chuckle "You finding it concerning a Slytherin being nice" that statement made you feel guilty because it was true you heard what everyone said about them and you yourself have had many bad experiences with them.

"Don't worry Y/n, I won't be insulted if you feel that way, I mean at least the Slytherin house is living up to their reputation" He began moving closer to you, you back away until your back hits the stone wall behind you "I don't mean to intimidate you" He mutters looking down at you.

Theo wasn't that taller than you, you were 5'7 and it seemed as though he was 6'0, you noticed how his eyes glistened from the moonlight, your faces being lit up by the candles on the wall, you couldn't find the words to talk, you didn't know what was happening to you, the only sound coming from you both was your breaths, you both continued to stare at each other.

"Mr. Nott" You both heard Filch's voice echo through the hallway, causing Theo to back away from you "Ahh Miss L/n I must say I do not think Professor Dumbledore will be impressed to hear his top students were breaking the rules," He says stopping in front of you both. "Of course, not Mr. Filch, but I must assure you no rules were broken I am simply doing prefect duties and Miss L/n has just finished her shift in the infirmary, I had gotten confused and pulled Miss L/n up thinking she was just wondering around." He says a smile spreading across Mr. Filch's face "Of course Mr. Nott, please escort Miss L/n to her homeroom."

You had never gotten into trouble before, you really hoped this wouldn't go onto your file. "This is how you thank me after helping you get better, you get me in trouble with Filch." You say crossing your arms, an amused expression on your face... You were shocked when he wrapped his arm around your shoulders beginning to walk you down the hall.

"Well I got you out of that trouble didn't I" He says stopping outside your homeroom door "Hm I guess so, but if this goes onto my file, you will have two injured hands," You say before muttering the password, the door opening the door "Goodnight," You say sending him a soft smile before the door closed.

Safe to say you were confused by what just happened, why was Theo Nott even speaking to you, you found it nice that he approached you thanking you for helping him, but the whole conversation afterward, the backed up into the wall had you flustered, you had never even seen anyone like that in Hogwarts, yes you had been asked out on dates but you always turned them down, you were too busy, your career meant more to you that a stupid relationship.

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It had been two weeks since that night with Theo, you managed to avoid him since, he still sent you smiles across the corridors or dinner hall, of course, you couldn't be rude and sent him one back... But you couldn't allow yourself to now get distracted especially by a boy.

"Y/n sweetie, you can go now, go have some fun it is Friday night," Madam Pomfrey says walking towards you, "Madam Pomfrey I assure you, I do not mind staying, if I leave all I will do is study" You watched her raise her eyebrows "I am unsure about that, it seems you have a visitor" That made you confused, who would visit you at 11pm on a Friday night, you stood up from your chair looking around the curtain seeing Theo walking back and forth.

"Go on sweetie" You smile softly grabbing your cardigan, walking over to him... You were confused on why he was here, by the news you heard of the Slytherins winning the Quidditch game, you would imagine him partying by now.

He looked up at the sound of your shoes clicking against, a smile appearing on his face "Hi" He says standing up straight, "Hi Theo" You respond back "Is there anything I can help you with" you say knocking him out of his daydream, you couldn't help but blush under his stare. "Oh yeah, um I don't know if you heard but the Slytherins won the game."

You nod "I did, by how many Ravenclaws arrived at the infirmary, I figured out use won," You say chuckling softly, "Yeah it got pretty brutal out there, I hope it wasn't too busy for you if you must know I actually attacked fewer players then I usually do just so you would be able to finish early" You look up at him surprised, wrapping your arms around yourself to try and shield you from the cold.

"How sweet of you Theo," you say sarcastically making him chuckle "Well the main reason I am here is to actually invite you to the celebration party" He questions looking down the hallway, nervous of what your answer would be "I have never been to a party before," You say quietly, he looks back you surprised "Well if you say yes, I can promise you this will be one of the best parties of your life"

"That is a big promise to make," You say raising your eyebrows slightly, he nods "It is a promise I tend to keep too, so will you be joining me," He says holding his arm out for you to link, which you.

You were surprised you actually decided to go, you hadn't thought about it, but it was something about Theo that intrigued you, you didn't want to think when you were around him and you had no intentions of doing so.

You heard him mutter the homeroom password before walking us both in. You were immediately met by loud music, you grabbed Theo's hand tightly instead of his arm, he turned to you smiling softly "Come on" He says squeezing your hand, pulling you through the crowd towards the stairs.

You were confused, to say the least when you stopped outside his room "Why are we up here" You question confused, "Don't worry, the real party is in here" He says pushing his door open you were immediately met by a strong smell of weed, Theo pulled you in carefully.

You weren't surprised to see Draco, Pansy, Blaise, Mattheo, Enzo, Crabble, and Goyle all sat in a circle, playing games, drinking, and smoking, the door opening caught their attention as they all turned to you.

"Wait isn't she a Hufflepuff" You heard Crabble mutter only to receive a smack from Pansy followed by a shut up, "Hi Y/n come sit down." She says moving over to make room for you, you looked at Theo as he nodded letting go of your hand as you sat beside Pansy who sent you a soft smile...

You didn't know how long you had been here for, Pansy had managed to get a few drinks down you, you lost count after 5, it was fun, you actually felt free and you never imagined it would have been with a group of Slytherins... You were now watching Blaise and Draco wrestle to see who was stronger, you ended up leaning against Theo's bed, whilst he sat behind you on it his legs either side of you, you felt his soft breath hit your cheek as he bent down "You having fun" He whispers into your ear, you nod slowly.

You gasped quietly, closing your eyes as you felt Theo's lips on your neck, leaving trails of kisses his other hand moving your hair to one side "This feel good" He questions kissing towards your ear, "We shouldn't" You mumble pulling away slightly, you felt his hand on the back of your neck turning your head towards him as he leans sideways, his thumb pulling your bottom lip "Come on Y/n, nobody will find out" He mutters his hand pushing your head towards his, your lips smashing his "no Theo" you say pushing him away.

You heard him huff in annoyance, you stood up stumbling slightly Theo grabbing your waist "You getting laid" Draco questions chuckling "I wish man, she too stuck up" Theo says making the group laugh... You were drunk but not that drunk to let someone talk bad about you in front of you, you spun around slapping him, hearing the group gasp.

"Don't you ever try that again" You say pointing your finger at him "You are pathetic, trying to get me drunk to take advantage, get a life" You mutter harshly before grabbing your cardigan walking out the room.

"Well, that was entertaining" You heard Enzo says before Theo tells them to shut, you shoved yourself past the crowd and out the Slytherin dorm room, feeling hot tears run down your face, you walked into the bathroom stopping in front of the mirror looking at yourself.

You look pathetic, crying over a Slytherin, what did you expect they were horrible people. "Y/n" you heard a quiet voice say behind, you look behind you seeing Moaning Mrytle. "Hi Mrytle, I am sorry for disturbing you so late," You say smiling slightly but you could see the concern on her face "Why are you crying, I don't think you have cried at all whilst being here" She questions, you sniffle grabbing a tissue wiping your eyes "Because I actually thought I could trust a Slytherin," You say laughing bitterly "But of course, he took advantage of a Hufflepuff, how could I not see it," You say turning back to the mirror looking at yourself.

"Miss L/n you must not let a Slytherin upset you, you are better than them, and beautiful and beautiful women do not cry," She says standing beside you "Show them that Hufflepuffs aren't just nice and quiet" You glance at her slightly before looking down at your hands "I guess you are right, I must go now and get some sleep but I will see you tomorrow," You say smiling at the ghost as you walked out.

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It had been a week since that night, you acted as though that night never happened, carrying on with your usual day-to-day plans, exam week was coming up meaning everyone was studying, with it being exam week that meant you couldn't do as many shifts at the infirmary as you were used too.

"Hey Y/n can you read this" You look up from your book seeing Pansy standing in front of you, you hadn't spoken to any of the group since that night "I am a little busy at the moment, but I am sure someone else would love too" You say grabbing your book and bag rolling your eyes, beginning to walk away.

"Look Y/n I am sorry for Theo did, but I honestly did not know what he was doing, all I got told was that Theo was bringing you as a way to say thank you", She says a guilty look on her face, you couldn't help but chuckle "Yeah that was a really good thank you." Pansy seemed like she was telling the truth, you sigh "Fine I will read it" You say walking back over.

Theo watched you and Pansy in the library as you were explaining the work to her, "You really got to get over her, she's a Hufflepuff" Mattheo says walking over to him "shut up" He mutters walking away from his friends.

"Pansy come on!" Draco shouts catching both your and Pansy's attention "Just watch the way you spell them and you should be fine, but other than that it's great" You say moving back "Thank You Y/n, do you want to do walk into town with me" Pansy ask grabbing her bag, you look up at her shaking your head "I am good thank you though" you say standing up "They aren't coming" She says quickly, you raised your eyebrows slightly "Sure" you say slowly, Pansy turning back to her friends "I will just catch use later."

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You and Pansy had actually become good friends over the past few weeks, you were pretty sure she had spent time with you other than her actual house friends, she always hanged around the infirmary no matter how many times Madam Pomfrey told her to leave she never did, she would sit by in all classes, sleepover in your dorm... Without admitting it she was slowly turning into your best friend...

You still hadn't spoken to Theo, you weren't avoiding him you simply ignored this existence, you were doing fine, well until you would see Theo with other girls jealously would show on your face... Whilst Theo he was still trying to figure out why he would treat you like he did that night, he tried for weeks for you to even become his friend, he just got embarrassed getting pushed away by you which he understood, he just couldn't deal with being embarrassed.

"This is great Taylor, well done this is such an improvement," You say passing the young girl her book, who smiled happily before skipping away, you were shocked when you felt someone jump onto your back "There you are!!" Pansy says hugging you tightly before jumping down, you turn to her seeing her friends standing behind you.

"I literally searched the entire castle for you," Pansy says trying to catch her breath, you couldn't tear your eyes away from Theo, who couldn't look away from you either, this was the closest use had been since that night "Right I actually have to talk to you," Pansy says catching your attention, you looked at her confused as she pulled you away from the boys.

"What" you say confused, she smiles slightly "They are getting annoyed that I keep canceling plans with them, and I kind of accidentally said you and I would join them at the Slytherin party tonight" You chuckle at her words before stopping "oh you are serious" she nods before looking behind me, following her stare you see her friends leaning against the wall watching you both "They want you to join" you turn back her crossing your arms, "Pans" you say but cut yourself off she begins frowning "fine" you mutter hearing her cheer and hug you tightly, you ignored the boys muttering a yes as they fist bumped each other...

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You were not happy to be here, stuck on a couch between Draco and Enzo and to make it worse Pansy was kissing Draco and some random blonde girl was with Enzo, you sighed standing up walking over to the drink table... You already promised Pansy you wouldn't leave and at least try to enjoy the night, but there was nothing to enjoy and you just wanted to go to sleep.

"Hey" you heard a familar voice say beside you, you glanced towards the voice seeing Theo standing beside you getting himself a drink "hi" you reply back looking away "listen um can we talk somewhere private" Theo questions, you think for a minute before nodding "sure" you watch as he offers his hand for you to grab, which you just look at before looking up at him "I can walk by myself thank you" you rolling your eyes, you followed him through the crowd and up the stairs up to his room.

He opens his door allowing you to walk inside, you look around the room hearing the door close behind you, you sip your drink taking a seat on the end of his bed as he watches your every move "Has anyone ever told you it's rude to stare" you say raising your eyebrows, you didn't have time to wait for him to start talking, did you feel bad for how you were treating yes, but did he deserve it also yes.

You rolled your eyes standing up "I didn't come up here to sit in silence Theo" you say beginning to walk towards the door "I am sorry" Theo says making you stop and turn to him "I am sorry for what I did and what I said, I do not know why I acted that way after you turned me down, but I like you, I really really like you, you are literally the most beautiful and sweetest girl i have ever met in my life, no matter how hard I try I cannot get you out of my head, everywhere I go you are there, ever since that day in the infirmary you have invaded my mind" he says letting out deep breath running his fingers through his hair, "and I have felt guilty ever since that night, we were having fun and we were being touchy with one another I tried shooting my shot with you to see what would happen, but when you turned me down I was embarrassed and I know that is no excuse for trying to force you to kiss me or embarrassing you in front of my friends and I am truly truly sorry about that" he finishes stopping in front of you.

You felt like you were in a trance, unable to move or say anything, once again just like that night your second conversation, use didn't say anything the sound you could hear with the breathing "You look beautiful Y/n" Theo says softly pushing a strand of hair behind your ear "Theo" you whisper looking up into his eyes away from his lips "Why are you making me feel this way, I shouldn't feel this way towards you" you mutter beginning to back away.

"What - what do you feel Y/n" He questions walking towards you, you shake your head "no,no I do not have time for this, I am far to busy with studying and the infirmary, my mother she told me one of you Slytherins would try to distract me this year... I need to go" You say running your hand through your hair reaching for the door.

"Y/n I would never sabotage your future, if that is what you are scared about, I will do everything to help you get where you want to be" He says touching your arm softly, you melted under his touch... you hid your emotions well but whenever he was around you just couldn't.

"Come here" Theo says softly pulling you towards him, as he wraps his arms around you tightly "I know your family have had a bad experience with us Slytherins but I will hurt you the way your parents got hurt" You looked up at him softly, you were letting your barrier down he could tell.

You smashed your lips to his, you felt him begin to kiss back your hands reaching for his shirt beginning to pull it "y/n, y/n" he says pulling away, now it was your turn to be embarrassed "listen I want to okay, but not tonight and somewhere better then this, plus you are drunk Y/n and I really hope you remember this in the morning" He says taking your hand softly.

"We can either go back to the party or go to sleep" You look around before smiling "i am not drunk Theo, I am just tired" you say quietly "how about we sleep" you suggest watching a bright smile take over his face "yeah- yeah do you want to stay here or I can walk you back to Hufflepuff common room"

"Can I stay here" you question, he nods quickly walking over to his drawer pulling out a long shirt "here you can wear this, the bathroom is just over there" he says pointing to a door, you nod taking the shirt off him walking in the bathroom.

You were glad you went with no makeup tonight, you tied your hair up before washing your face with water, pulling the shirt over your head leaving your dress on the side folded up neatly, you walked out seeing Theo laying on the bed shirtless... he looked amazing, you hadn't expected to end the night like this.

He looks at you before opening up the duvet, you smile softly walking over climbing in beside him, you watch as he lifts his wand up muttering a spell as the lights turn off, the only thing lightening up your faces was the moon, you both lie down facing one another.

He looked perfect

She looked beautiful

you slowly felt sleep taking over you, feeling Theo's arm wrap around your waist pulling you closer to him... Safe to say that is the best sleep you both had ever gotten before.

(Theodore Nott story is now up!! - hope you all enjoy!! If you have any suggestions of what you would like to be written let me know!

[adiraargent]

You drew stars around my scars - Slytherin Boys

summary: Slytherin boys (Taylor's Version) x Reader warnings: mentions of scars (not specified what from), swearing, smoking includes: Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Jasper Rowle, Draco Malfoy and Tom Riddle - I will do a part 2 with other characters if anybody wants one :) wc: 2373 Part 2

Theodore Nott - Cardigan

Theodore Nott sat beside you on the edge of the bed, his gaze tender as he studied the scars that adorned your skin. You could feel his fingers tracing gentle patterns along the lines of your past, his touch feather-light as he navigated the landscape of your history.

As you looked up at him, a warmth swelled in your chest, but you couldn't help but worry. Worry that he was just use you, use you like others had done in the past. Tossing you away when they were done with you.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite

"Thank's for sticking around Theo," you murmerd softly, your cheeks flushing a pretty pink tone.

He looked up at you then, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "You are my favorite person in this shitty world," he murmured, his voice soft like the rustle of leaves in the wind, despite the crude words. "Every scar, every imperfection, only serves to make you more beautiful in my eyes."

His words washed over you like a soothing balm, calming the storm of insecurities that raged within your soul. With Theodore by your side, you felt safe, protected from the harsh judgments of the world by the warmth of his love.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing

People had always judged you for something, it was a judgemental world that you lived in. Maybe someone judged you for your skin, or your scars... or maybe just the way that you wore your hair. Maybe it was your weight or your height. Nobody was perfect... thought Theodore Nott would beg to differ, in his eyes you were the embodiment of perfection.

And of course, people judged you for being with Theodore Nott, a Slytherin boy with a troubled past. One that liked to smoke and drink, that liked to get into fights and argue with teachers and students alike. But you were in love. 'Love?' they'd ask you and laugh. 'You're so young, what the hell would you know about love?'

But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss

Theodore's fingers stilled against your skin, his eyes searching yours with a depth of understanding that left you breathless. "I may not have all the answers," he said softly, "but I promise to stand by your side through every uncertainty, to hold you close and chase away the shadows of doubt that threaten to consume you."

And as he leaned in to press a gentle kiss against each scar, his lips a tender caress against your skin, you felt a sense of peace settle over you like a warm embrace. With Theodore, you knew that you were never alone, that no matter what trials and tribulations lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart.

For in his touch, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds. And as he traced stars around your scars with his fingers, you knew that no matter how dark the night may seem, the light of his love would guide you safely home.

Okay but i'm really happy with this icl

Mattheo Riddle - Mine

And I remember that fight, 2:30 AM As everything was slipping right out of our hands

As the moon hung high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the darkened landscape, you quietly snuck out of your shared home , your heart heavy with doubt and fear. Tears streamed down your face unchecked as you clutched your suitcase tightly, the weight of your decision bearing down on you like a heavy burden.

You had always struggled with trust issues and abandonment fears, scars from a childhood marred by betrayal and heartache. And now, faced with the prospect of being completely in love with a boy who had been nothing but good to you, you couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all.

Mattheo Riddle, that cocky, short-tempered Slytherin, had become the center of your world, a beacon of light in the darkness that threatened to consume you. You got together in your second last year of school and were still together now a year after graduating. And yet, the thought of allowing yourself to fall completely and unconditionally in love with him terrified you to your core. You loved him, you knew that you did... but did love really exist? Falling in love was dangerous, it was setting yourself up to get your heart broken.

"I'll never leave you alone," his voice echoed in your mind, a soothing melody amidst the chaos of your thoughts. You had been sitting at the Black lake, the two of you had been together for 3 months and it was the first time you had told each other 'I love you'

But as much as you longed to believe his words, the scars of your past lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the pain and suffering you had endured. Even after all this time, you still had doubts. And so, with a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you made the decision to leave, to distance yourself from the one person who had come to mean everything to you.

I ran out, crying, and you followed me out into the street Braced myself for the goodbye 'Cause that's all I've ever known

Bracing yourself for the goodbye, you took a hesitant step forward, the weight of your suitcase dragging behind you like an anchor. But before you could take another step, a voice called out to you from behind, stopping you dead in your tracks.

Turning around, you saw Mattheo running towards you, his eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away. "I won't let you go," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "I'll never leave you alone, I promise."

And in that moment, as he took you in his arms and held you close, you felt a sense of peace wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. For in Mattheo's embrace, you found solace and strength, a reminder that love had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

I fell in love with a careless man's careful daughter

"I promise I will do everything to prove I am nothing like he was," he whispered against your ear, his words a testament to the depth of his love and devotion. "You're the best thing that's ever been mine."

And as you looked into his eyes, filled with love and sincerity, you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, hand in hand, heart in heart. For in Mattheo Riddle, you had found a love worth fighting for, a love that would stand the test of time.

Jasper Rowle

As you and Jasper Rwle walked hand in hand through the winding streets of Diagon Alley, a sense of contentment settled over you like a warm blanket on a cold winter's night. His hand in yours felt like home, grounding you in the present moment and reassuring you. You felt so safe with him, the way he softly rubbed your hand with his thumb sent warmth through your body, the heat being a stark contrast to the snow falling around you

"Can I go where you go?" you whispered, your voice barely above a hushed murmur as you gazed up at him with adoration shining in your eyes. You didn't mean to say it out loud. But you just wanted to be with him as much as possible, the way you felt when you were around him was unlike anything you had felt before.

You felt alive, wanted... loved.

Jasper's lips curved into a tender smile, his eyes sparkling with love and affection. "Forever and ever," he replied, his voice a soft melody in the air. "You and me, always."

And as you walked together, lost in the beauty of the moment, you couldn't help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore.

Take me out, and take me home

He brought your hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss against your skin, "c'mon, lets get to the three broomsticks then I'll take you back, its not good for you to be out in the snow for too long, I don't want you to get sick.

You're my, my, my, my Lover.

"Okay my love," you replied with a smile, letting him pull you along in the direction of the pub.

Jasper's grip on your hand tightened, as though afraid to let go, as though afraid that this perfect moment would slip through his fingers like grains of sand. "You're so gorgous," he whispered, his voice filled with a tenderness that took your breath away. "i adore you."

And as you walked together, lost in the maze of streets and alleys, you knew that no matter where life may take you, you would always find your way back to each other.

Draco Malfoy - getaway car

No, nothin' good starts in a getaway car

The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a golden hue over the sprawling grounds of Malfoy Manor as Draco Malfoy and you sat together on his expensive broomstick. It was a moment suspended in time, a brief respite from the chaos and turmoil of the world outside.

As you gazed out at the rolling hills before you, Draco's hand found yours, his touch gentle and reassuring. But beneath the facade of tranquility, there was an undercurrent of tension, a sense of unease that lingered in the air like a shadow.

It was the best of times, the worst of crimes

You knew Draco was a death eater now, knew he had done bad things and helped bad people but you couldn't bring yourself to leave him. You loved him, and whenever you thought about the bad things he had done, your heart was quick to remind you of all the good times you had together.

All the late night talks, the joking around, the kissing and holding... everything.

But as the miles stretched out before you, you couldn't help but wonder if it was worth it.

I wanted to leave him, I needed a reason "X" marks the spot where we fell apart He poisoned the well, I was lyin' to myself

You fought to held back tears, the two of you were now on the run and now because of him, you were leaving all your friends and family behind. You were a traitor now and it was all his fault.

Draco's grip tightened around the broom handle, his gaze distant as he stared out at the sky ahead. "I knew it from the start," he admitted, his voice tinged with sorrow. "We were cursed."

You were drivin' the getaway car We were flyin', but we'd never get far

You new the order would be after you soon, they knew what Draco had done. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, burying your head into his back as you held onto him, scared of falling.

Ridin' in a getaway car There were sirens in the beat of your heart

And as you flew on into the night, the sirens in the beat of your heart seemed to grow louder, a relentless reminder of the consequences of your actions. You should have known that you'd never leave, that the promise of freedom would come at a steep price, one that you weren't willing to pay if it meant leaving Draco.

So still, you clung to each other, two lost souls adrift in a sea of chaos and uncertainty. For in each other's arms, you found solace and strength, a beacon of hope in a world gone mad.

And as the stars twinkled overhead and the world blurred past, you knew that no matter where the road may lead, you'd never leave him

We were jet-set, Bonnie and Clyde (oh-oh)

Tom Riddle - right where you left me

Help, I'm still at the restaurant Still sitting in a corner I haunt Cross-legged in the dim light They say, "What a sad sight"

Under the soft glow of the restaurant lights, you found yourself seated alone at a corner table, the memories of your past love weighing heavily on your heart. Friends had come and gone, relationships had blossomed and withered away, but you remained rooted in the past, unable to move forward.

Your eyes kept flicking up to the empty chair in front of you, your plate of food going cold as it sat in front of you completely untouched. The workers looked over, eyes filling with sympathy and sadness at the all-familiar face they had seen too many times, brief flashes of the happy couple that had once sat there.

Everybody moved on I, I stayed there Dust collected on my pinned-up hair They expected me to find somewhere Some perspective, but I sat and stared

As you sat there, lost in your thoughts, the echoes of the past danced around you like ghosts in the night. You remembered the first time you had met, the way his smile had lit up the room and warmed your heart. But now, all that remained were distant memories, fragments of a love that had once been.

You couldn't help but wonder if he ever thought about you, if he ever regretted the choices he had made. Did he know that you were still waiting for him, still hoping for a second chance at love? Or had he moved on, leaving you behind like a forgotten relic of the past?

Right where you left me You left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever You left me, you left me no, oh, you left me no You left me no choice but to stay here forever

The restaurant buzzed with life around you, the sounds of laughter and conversation blending together in a cacophony of noise. But amidst the chaos, you felt alone, a solitary figure adrift in a sea of strangers.

And as you sat there, watching the world pass you by, you couldn't help but feel a sense of longing wash over you like a wave crashing against the shore. You longed for the warmth of his embrace, the comfort of his presence, but you knew deep down that he was gone, lost to you forever.

Did you ever hear about the girl who got frozen? Time went on for everybody else, she won't know it

Yet, despite the ache in your heart and the tears in your eyes, you couldn't bring yourself to leave. You were stuck in the past, trapped in a cycle of longing and regret, unable to move forward without him by your side.

But as the night wore on and the restaurant began to empty out, you knew that you couldn't stay there forever. It was time to let go of the past and embrace the future, to find happiness within yourself and move on from the love that had once consumed you.

With a heavy heart and tear-stained cheeks, you rose from your seat and made your way towards the door. And as you stepped out into the cool night air, you made a silent vow to yourself to never look back, to keep moving forward no matter how difficult the journey may be.

If our love died young, I can't bear witness And it's been so long But if you ever think you got it wrong I'm right where you left me

But it was a vow you knew you'd break just for him.

written by @adiraargent

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